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Like so many of his colleagues before him, Doctor Franz was the author of his own fate.

All told, he was dealing with the very least of the problems that he'd created, slumped over an examination table and still dripping the plentiful seed of the monster of his own design. The instruments that were thrown to the floor were completely worthless now, and the machines that were supposed to document the experience had been knocked aside by the impressive girth of a newly formed tail.

Doctor Franz would live: exhaustion was the worst thing to happen to him, aside from the general soreness of such a deep and fulfilling penetration. His work, however, was taking on a life of its own and setting its sights on something more than the boring confines of a cramped laboratory.

"There has to be an exit _somewhere_in this mess," Jason was still getting used to keeping his new tail lifted, instead of letting it drag across the floor behind him. "I know they said I was going to get compensated for testing this stuff, but I get the feeling this operation isn't exactly...legitimate."

The good doctor worked mostly on his own, and the small facility that he'd rented in order to conduct his experiments wasn't in the best part of the city. Seedy things happened all hours of the day on the corners of surrounding streets, and it was with some nerves that Jason came to take part in the study in the first place.

He no longer felt that fear, as he walked back and forth through the listless hallways and unremarkable rooms that made up a mostly burned out factory.

There was only one thing of note that he could still find, and it wasn't luck, but a matter of time and eliminating possibilities that finally brought the hybrid beast to a destination that he underestimated the importance of.

"Extremely dangerous...authorized personnel only," he examined a sign that was coated with rust that predated him by almost a decade. "Well, I'm pretty sure the doctor isn't gonna complain if I do a little snooping..."

Naturally curious about the true nature of the building and the phony study that he'd been tricked into, Jason gave a probing push with his digits and found the door was only scarcely hanging onto aging hinges. Aged steel swung away at an angle before falling down to the concrete floor with a hefty clang , alerting the rats on the floor to scurry back to their hiding places.

When no one else came to investigate the noise, Jason moved forward with no fear, though his old, human nature told him to be cautious of the brilliant glow coming from the far corner of the mostly empty room.

"That can't be legal."

To say that most of the buildings on the poorer side of town wouldn't pass an inspection was an understatement, and Jason was expecting to find a few problems lingering about before he managed to escape.

He wasn't expecting to find an illegal power source hidden away in the corner, and certainly not one that was so deadly.

"Is that seriously...radiation?" talking to himself made it easier for Jason to take a few steps further into the room. A container that was aged by years of holding in a substance that it was never designed to handle poured an eerie glow into the middle of the room, forcing the human part of Jason's mind to panic, while the new, hybrid portion of his brain took control of his legs, forcing him to explore the source of his fears. "It's a small reactor, but...there's no doubt about it. That's throwing off all kinds of nasty stuff..."

So why can't I stop walking toward it?

Jason didn't know the extent of the corruption that influence his mind, even when it was creeping further into the human remnants of his consciousness. Some part of him still knew that he should have been running in the other direction, but instead, he was picking up speed toward the reactor, as if he thought there was a secret within the damaged container, simply waiting to be retrieved by the right person.

He was the only person left in the building, but he never would guessed that he was the right one to stick his paw between the metal slats. It was a move that so many people would have considered utter madness, but the closer he came to making a terrible mistake, the calmer Jason became, as if he was forgetting his fears just as quickly as he was forgetting his own name.

"This...should probably hurt, shouldn't it?" he wondered aloud, blocking out the powerful glow of the reactor with his spare paw as the other reached further into the slats. "So why does it feel so good?"

The matter of 'why' was starting to matter much, much less as the eager hybrid raked his flesh through the broken, inner workings of the reactor. Improper building materials and a faulty cooling system meant that there was plenty of homemade fallout for his claws to rake through, and with a single touch, he damned himself to a fate that he couldn't have known.

That gravity was lost on Jason, as he pulled his paw back from the reactor and admired the slow, rolling ooze of neon. It dripped down his flesh as slow as molasses, and a voice that he didn't understand told him that he needed to try more than wearing it.

Jason should have questioned that...but his voice was starting to fade, somewhere in the back of a new, blended mind that belonged to somebody else.

"It's not the worst thing I've ever tasted," he groaned, as a long, slick tongue brushed up the side of a single digit, wiping away the radioactive waste. "Bit of a pungent aftertaste, but I'll bet it gets better, the more of it you eat..."

It wasn't Jason who tried to convince himself to take another gulp of the mess, but the new, stronger voice that dominated his once human thoughts.

"Definitely better the second time around," he confirmed, sucking the mess off of his entire finger like he'd just finished a fresh rack of ribs. "Just keeps getting better the further I go with it!"

Speak for yourself, dude. That stuff tastes vile.

"Is that so? I guess we'd better give it a final try, then."

What do you mean, we?

Mental confusion didn't stop the appetite that was forming in a single stomach; it was immediately working double time for the pair of different thought processes, a slave to the natural, human need for sustenance and the gluttony that came from Serath.

How Jason knew that name, he wasn't sure, but he thought it might have been his own name, as their shared tongue cleaned the last of the radiation from a red overcoat.

"All gone," he admired the sheen of drool on the back of his hand, all while resisting temptation to try and rip the reactor away from the weak, rusted brackets that kept it bound to a brick wall. "Guess I'll consider that my payment for participating in the study...but now I've got an entire day to fill. Hmph."

No reason we can't take an extra souvenir, right?

" Now you're talking," Serath would have seemed to be talking to himself if there was anyone around to be confused by his dialogue, but in his own mind, everything he said and did made perfect sense, from his double-sided conversation, to sampling the radiation, to embracing the front of the shoddy reactor casing and looming over it with a devious grin. "I was starting to worry I'd have to ignore you for being too boring, but maybe you know how to have fun, after all!"

The unique personality of Jason was becoming the inner dialogue as Serath came to the surface, the pair switching places as the need for unnatural sustenance continued to grow.

If he were able to see just how much larger he'd already become in the last few minutes, he would have understood where that appetite was coming from...but radiation was exactly the accelerant that Doctor Franz was planning to use.

Without ever knowing it, the doctor's experiment was still going exactly to plan, but it wasn't destined to stay that way forever.

"That warmth feels kinda nice against our tummy, doesn't it? I told you that I wouldn't steer you wrong," Serath did his best to comfort the voice in the back of his head as thick, deadly claws pierced the sides of the container. Palms squeezed and arms tensed as Serath tugged the housing away from the wall, easily snapping rusted bolts and rending steel from brick.

When he'd entered the room, Serath was only slightly larger than the reactor he held, but as his arms tightened their grip around the glowing container, he found it more akin to a large pot of soup in his grasp, as he continued to grow towards the ceiling of the burned out factory.

"You know, I could go for a bigger sample size...not like slurping the edge of the bowl has ever been enough to sate my appetite."

There was no internal debate on the decision as muscles expanded, skin stretched and a skeletal structure pushed Serath's height nearer to the ceiling. Tall, pointed ears started to flex as they went flat against the concrete roof, but Serath didn't allow such minor things to distract him from his meal.

Dust fell to the floor and mortar began to crack as he tilted his head back and lifted the pot with one paw, his form getting progressively larger and handling the once impressive reactor with all the ease of a coffee mug by the time it reached his lips. Gulping straight from the broken slats, a quiet moan of appreciation echoed through the mostly empty room, until Serath decided a liquid diet wasn't quite going to cut it.

Devouring the container was the next best thing he could do; it would have been a shame to let all the caked-on flavor go to waste.

"Huh...I'm growing every day," he joked with himself, finally taking notice of just how far his eyes were from the floor. "Well, they say iron is good for a growing body, don't they?"

Dangling the last of the reactor over his open muzzle, Serath blinked and squinted as dust fell into his eyes and finally, his forehead pushed up through the roof, allowing tiny beams of sunlight to illuminate the horrific view of a rusty, broken container falling onto a large, plush tongue of pink.

Fangs closed decisively around the mouthful and crushed what was left of the laboratories' illegal power source, forever damning the results of Doctor Franz's tests and leaving him literally in the dark, but the mad scientist was far from Serath's thoughts as he swallowed down the tasty snack and rubbed his tummy, appreciating just how easily his open palms slid over the smooth white of his underbelly.

Despite their initial conflicts, it seemed that Jason and the new presence were getting along just fine in their new body, and to Serath, the radiation was just fuel for a different fire that was starting to grow out of control.

"Looks like that's about all the fun I'm gonna have here, isn't it?" he thought aloud, as his view of the world continued to change. "Wonder why they decided to put this place in such a terrible area, though...looks like the neighborhood could use a little spring cleaning..."

Graffiti coated the walls of the surrounding alleyways, burned out buildings waited empty on every corner, and thanks to the lack of prospects, there were very few innocents around to be maimed by Serath's particular method of cleaning up.

He wasn't terribly worried about casualties to begin with, however; a sinister grin was already starting to spread over his muzzle as claws ripped through the side of the building in a test, to see if greater size equaled greater durability.

It most certainly did.

"I think that looks better already!" he declared, looked down at the meager bricks that fell into the alley, crushing the forgotten garbage of people who hadn't lived there in ages. "This place will definitely be a bit more appealing after I'm done with it."

There was no genuine concern in the hybrid's thoughts when it came to making the world a better place for anyone else. The rest of the city was going to feel his wrath soon enough, but he was still growing taller, and thick, powerful limbs were eager to test out the extent of their abilities on the nearby buildings. The only real struggle for the massive, draconic beast was deciding which one should feel the wrath of his growing form first...but his tail made that decision for him as the long, hefty appendage whipped from side to side in his excitement, bulldozing the rest of the emptied reactor room.

The dust cloud that kicked up was just below the underside of Serath's muzzle; he was growing large enough to avoid the recoil from the destruction he caused, allowing him to just soak in the view of his tail plowing through bricks and tearing them from a foundation as easily as he could tear apart a napkin.

"Sure hope Doctor Franz doesn't mind what I've done with the place!" he jeered, knowing full well that the doctor would still be in a terrible panic when he awoke to see the majority of the lab in ruins. "It looks a lot better this way, though. Sometimes you've gotta start from scratch to make real improvements!"

For trying to make things better, Serath knew he was making a horrible mess. The clouds of dust that flooded into the nearby alleyway were just a warmup for the havoc he was getting ready to cause, but there was something hollow about hearing the echo of concrete slamming to the ground without crowds of people fleeing from them in terror.

It was a good start, but gazing down at the remains of the reactor housing was all the evidence Serath needed that he was ready for the big time. The adjacent building to the old factory was crushed under the swipe of his tail, kicking chunks of building materials across the street and destroying the windows of another burned out factory; even all of that was a side effect of him turning his body, to set his sights on downtown proper.

"The point of an appetizer is to make you hungrier for the main course, right? I guess it's working...cause I'm fucking starving," he growled, fangs coming together with a satisfying, pearly clack as his muzzle closed. "That skyline sure does look appetizing, though...and I bet it puts on a much better show than these old crack houses."

It didn't much matter to Serath what happened to Doctor Franz, any longer, nor the buildings around the factory. Putting his new, larger legs to the test, he stepped out of the reactor bay and looked down, seeing that the roof was only reaching the middle of his thigh any longer; even moving his foot forward took out the last of the retaining walls and sent it crumbling over into the alleyway, leaving it filled to the brim with debris.

As that foot came down, the roof of another building collapsed under his weight. Like a child dismantling their first gingerbread house, Serath was beaming, giddy with the sensation of wonton destruction as na old, weakening roof offered such little resistance to his presence, he felt as though he was stepping through a sheet of paper.

Scaffolding, brick and rusted steel all fell inward around his ankle as the building came down on itself, proving no match for Serath's basic pace. There was no effort in his movements, even when he picked up his other leg for a second step; nothing was slowing the monstrosity down, and though he knew he'd enjoy that fact, he wasn't quite expecting the reaction that he got from himself.

"I've heard of food that's better than sex, but...this is a little ridiculous, isn't it?"

Everything grew larger in proportion, and between the gap in his thighs, a long and impressive cock was hanging down, but slowly growing stiff and impeding his gait. "I knew I was into the idea...didn't think I was gonna have to rub one out in the middle of a rampage, though."

Even when he said it, Serath had no intention of getting himself off: even at his larger size, he was more creative than that, knowing an opportunity would present itself if he just kept moving forward.

The city was no longer just a plaything waiting to be torn down, but a sexual playground that the beast would put up to the ultimate test, quietly hoping and certainly expecting it to fail when all was said and done.

"I'm not gonna waste the good stuff on peons, though..." he grumbled quietly to himself as he gazed over the mess that he'd already created. The cloud of dust from the fallen warehouse was already starting to waft into the alleyways and dissipate, proving that there wasn't much of a backbone in the smaller buildings to be had on the older side of town. "If the first cut is the deepest, we'd better go find something worthwhile!"

Burned out factories, crack houses and all manner of old apartments were reduced to chaff as Serath picked up a footpaw and slammed it down with authority. The initial roof that was crushed beneath it was too weak to prevent a shockwave from radiating out at the point of the step, and debris flew in all directions as the ground trembled, cracking under the sheer force of it all.

Convinced that he still had some growing left to do, Serath couldn't help being impressed by his own power, but the thought of what he'd able to do when he finally peaked was titillating, to say the very least.

The taller skyscrapers were a majestic and beautiful contrast to the flats and older buildings that surrounded Serath, as if they were a promised land that was just out of reach. With his new stride, they wouldn't be too far away for very long, but the gigantic beast was torn between taking a leisurely stroll through the smaller neighborhoods, and rushing his way downtown, believing that there were greater pleasures to be had.

In the middle of it all was compromise: causing as much destruction as possible without wasting too much time on the smaller details.

"They've been saying for years that they were gonna clean up this part of town. Guess it's up to me!" he declared, taking the task upon himself with another powerful step. Claws clenched into the ground, finding a hold in the asphalt and allowing Serath to tense every muscle in his hips for a devastating move.

A single sweep of the tail wouldn't have been so bad when he was still growing, but now that he towered over the Old Town neighborhood, he needed to see what he was capable of.

He'd never seen an entire city block wiped away by a single gesture before; nothing could have prepared him for the awesome sight of buildings turning to dust in the path of his tail, or the nearly perfect circle of chaos that erupted around his legs as gas mains were ruptured and water supplies were broken.

Wherever the thick, satisfying flesh of his tail went, destruction was sure to follow, be it in the form of scathing fire, or inescapable flood.

"Nice to know that everything's working in proportion!" Serath gazed down at the scorching flames that bellowed from the tatters of gas lines, but as they struggled to reach any higher than the side of his tail, he hardly noticed the warmth that they offered. Others in the panic below weren't so lucky when the fire crossed their path, but reassured of his durability, Serath was happy to see if the rest of his massive form could take the beating.

He knew that there was a sewer below the streets that could accommodate a certain part of his anatomy, just in case his plan didn't go so swimmingly.

Just at the edge of the first series of cracks he made, Serath spotted a perfect seam for his already stiffening length to dive into, and like a careless child into a diving pool, he flopped forward onto his belly, crushing the remnants of the neighborhood beneath his torso and forcing his cock into the cool, rushing waters below the city surface.

"Guessing that's the closest I'm gonna get to getting laid anytime soon," he muttered, frustrated with the concept of literally being too big for any living creature to handle, but he found greater satisfaction in a mere shift of his hips, as if the Earth itself was offering its flesh up for the task. "But listen to all those people screaming as they run down the street...it's like they were excited to be a part of it! Shame I can't offer them a cigarette or something."

It didn't matter to Serath that he was basking in cries of panic and fear. He could create his own soundtrack of delights now that the rules were slipping further and further away from his concerns, and societal norms would hardly matter by the time he reached downtown.

Even in his aimless fun, he'd closed the gap a little bit, creating a greater allure in the shimmering glass and stylized metal of the skyscrapers, their bodies burning in the setting sun and casting a glare of satisfying orange across the fanciful outskirts that rested just around the highways and interchanges.

"I could just rest here all day and let my junk get a bath...but there's gotta be somewhere better to put it down there," he thought aloud, admiring the architecture of the buildings as if he were staring down an endless line of potential mates. "Somewhere a little cleaner than a sewer under a poor neighborhood, too..."

Scraping himself up from the ground and dragging his claws through a few more houses in the process, Serath ambled up to his feet, finding the ground around him was hardly up to the task of keeping him upright, now that he'd damaged it so thoroughly. He stumbled forward without care or concern for the bodies that went flying from the clumsy path of his ankles, or the cars that were flattened into steel pancakes beneath his uneasy steps.

He became so focused on the goal that casualties were completely lost on him; despite his incredible size, there were still side effects of the experiment that he couldn't defeat, and the lust that continued to creep from the back of his mind to the forefront of his thoughts was utterly indomitable.

There were no longer buildings standing in front of him, but lesser targets to be cast aside, and greater beings of desire that needed to be laced with his seed.

"Not sure what the doc put in that radioactive cocktail, but...d-damn..." Serath trembled just as he was starting to find his pace again, leaving his steps errant. Only luck decided if the cars zooming down the highway made it through to their destination before he stepped down into the line of traffic, collapsing an overpass and sending a few vehicles down into the rubble below. "I'm about to just...l-let it all go right here!"

Globs of precum that would have only been a minor inconvenience in his old body were nothing short of destructive anymore, as a slow trickle of the mess drizzled down from the tip of his manhood and nearly glued a car in place. The driver within was lucky enough not to be crushed, but their jaw was resting on the steering wheel in disbelief as they looked up through the gooey mess, finding it too heavy to be pushed away by windshield wipers.

The glorious view of a heavy, hanging pair of testes was obscured by the spilled juices, leaving the driver utterly clueless to both what a terrible fate they'd avoided, and what a rare sight they'd missed out on.

"Feels like I'm...g-gonna cum whether I touch myself or not!" Serath desperately lunged forth with each step, his landing footpaws taking out entire business and leveling smaller city blocks. He didn't want to simply be reduced to orgasm out in the open, and as chemicals continued to poison his mind, he set his sights on one building in particular, finding the unique architecture and smooth curvature in the middle of the tower to be rather alluring. "Guess we've got our first customer, then!"

There was no resisting it any longer, as a spilling trail of precum literally drowned the unlucky passersby walking on the streets below. Some of them might have been happy with their fate if it hadn't arrived at such a high velocity, but those fortunate enough to survive the lewd bath would have no doubt about what the substance was as a giant cock bounced over their heads, hanging up higher than any of them could have believed.

They weren't so fortunate to get an up close and personal look at Serath's junk as the people in the middle of the building that he decided to court.

The odd, curvy shaped tower happened to be a business complex, with each floor housing a different company, and thus, providing a host of different opinions of the tall, narrow slit of the beast's urethra as it pressed into the glass of a window. Serath took for granted just how large it would appear to someone at a normal size, unaware of how wide the entrance to his cock would spread before it burst into multiple floors of the skyscraper, tearing apart two floors and scraping the bottom of another.

For how rough and abrasive the self-made passage was, there was no stopping him from throwing his head back in delight, just at the relief of having penetrated something.

Under the influence of such powerful, reactive chemicals, he was able to pretend that there was a partner befitting someone of his size, but he wasn't aware of the fact that he was still getting larger. Even after he drew his hips back and gutted the building a second time with a thrust that shook it to the very foundations, he wasn't quite sure if he was able to see further over the tip of the skyscraper, or if it was just the change in his stance as he wrapped his arms around the top of it.

"I knew you'd be a _perfect_fit for me, darling! I'm just glad you were so willing to give it up...things might have gotten kinda rough if you resisted," Serath wasn't worried about sounding creepy when he knew that no one could stand up to the overwhelming might he presented, even if they were foolish enough to make an attempt. "Doesn't mean I won't g-get rough on you, still...I'm gonna have to if you're gonna take my f-fuckin' load..."

Dry humping the building was far more effective than Serath ever would have guessed, but his increased growth helped to keep fresh components of the building around his length, providing new, fresh resistance each time that he slammed his flesh through the unlucky floors of the defiled structure.

As bodies were tossed to the street below by the erratic and ferocious thrusts, a man just across the street was sitting in his residential tower, gazing out the window to see the source of all the ruckus...only to be forced to gaze into the wide, massive tailhole of a gargantuan beast as it literally fucked a building into destroyed submission.

"...I'm gonna have to write about this one, aren't I?" Joshiah murmured, as he wasted no time turning back to his computer and making a quick document of the events as they unfolded, hardly able to keep up with the pace of the action.

Serath wasn't wasting any time getting to the best part, with so much pleasure building up in the pit of his stomach. He'd already seen how much volume his precum carried in a larger body, but he didn't have any proper appreciation for just how much seed was actually swimming around in his sack.

Drowning what was left of the building seemed like a proper way to test out his newfound abilities; he wouldn't pull out until he was sure that every drop had been taken from him.

"I know they were supposed to be working on renovations to Jackson Avenue...but they've been taking their sweet ass time," Serath spoke to the disrepair of the street on the other side of the building, knowing the frustration he already felt with it. "Maybe this will give them the fucking motivation to get back to work!"

A pummeling thrust shattered almost every window on the side of the building, and massive, crushing arms hugged the top of it so tightly that steel beams and rebar completely yielded to enclosing muscles. Crunched down to the point that the top of the structure couldn't possibly stand, Serath enjoyed the sight of it plummeting down into the pile of debris that was already forming before he winced his eyes shut, putting the carnage aside to enjoy his first round of orgasmic bliss.

He wouldn't have guessed that a larger body meant a more powerful orgasm, but to call it a welcome surprise would have been far more than an understatement.

The already uneasy ground was being shaken to pebbles by the tremble of his footpaws, and the ends of claws dug into the sewers, churning water and shaking foundations all around him as climactic bliss nearly toppled his body. Cum burst from the tip of his cock with such energy that it cast over several city blocks in a violent display, soaking the tops of smaller buildings and shattering windows on taller ones, literally painting the unlucky people inside up to the walls of their living spaces.

Even a slight pull of the hips was enough to leave the head of his member in the cavity he'd made with his own manhood, and holding still filled the lower floors with lazier, heavier waves of yield as they dripped down, the long trails of sticky cream coating everything that they touched and leaving the poor employees with an insurance claim that no one would believe, if they were lucky enough to escape with their lives.

The emergency exit doors blowing open at the bottom of the tower made it clear that some of them _didn't_have a prayer of escaping alive, as they were rushed out the door by a literal flood of sensual juices. As the flood pushed into the street, Serath felt his own cum spilling between his toes and making a proper mess of what remained of the building, thinking that might have been a satisfying enough moment to finally stop and take a break.

Everything was larger, however, including his libido...and without ever getting soft again, his shaft throbbed with new energy, not even close to being properly satisfied.

"No wonder you were so tight," Serath gazed over what remained of his dirty work, seeing little more than half a tower and the crushed remains of the upper half. "I knew you were small when I got started, but I don't remember you being _that_small. I don't wanna sound full of myself, but I had a feeling I'd be a little too much for you to handle."

If walls could talk, they probably would have sassed Serath for having such a cocky attitude, but it was hard to blame him for having a brief show of arrogance. There was empowerment in knowing that he couldn't be stopped by any living agency, and his only master was the unstoppable pace of his steadily ramping arousal.

He didn't know how quickly he was being enslaved by that force, however, as he looked around the downtown area he'd invaded, seeing nothing but potential suitors for him to try out his new body on.

Though his growing pace was still impressively quick, Serath now stood at such a height that it was difficult for him to recognize it. He was familiar enough with the Walton building down the road from where he stood, and knew that it was little over 500 feet tall.

He didn't have to go back to back with it in order to check and see that he was taller than it was, but that didn't stop him from stomping his way over and pushing his spine up against the side of it, causing the entire building to sway and the windows to shatter with the shockwaves of his approach.

The people inside let out a massive, collective sigh of relief as Serath literally put his own palm flat over his head and measured himself against the antennae on top of the tower, like a child drawing a line over their head against the wall. The act was so innocent that it was deceptive...

...And his tail wasn't in on the joke, as it lashed out wildly behind him, clipping the building in half and toppling it into the street.

"I've gotta be pushing 700 feet, then," he reasoned, wondering if any of the buildings in the city would be a match enough for him any longer. "And with a dick like a subway train, that leaves me hard up for finding anymore relief...and I need some fucking relief..."

In his old body, he couldn't imagine being so eager to have a second round after a first one that was so exhausting and destructive, but it dominated every corner of his mind and put the act at the forefront of his thoughts, until he figured out a suitable way to share his greatest gifts with the city.

Already, his sack was starting to swell with fresh, virile seed, and walking with a swinging erection that could literally take entire floors out of buildings wasn't the easiest task. He knew he wasn't quite done growing yet, and with each step, he took a longer, larger stride, carrying him through downtown and completely destroying any of the progress that had been made on Jackson Avenue.

The trail of battered cars, broken glass and ruined storefronts behind him paved a path that the police didn't dare to follow, knowing that they'd only serve to get caught up in the chaos. As people flooded the city in the opposite direction, Serath walked right across the middle of the recently updated Major Park, only to leave a pawprint in the middle of the grassy knoll that came down with such force, it caved all the trees around it inward and uprooted several others.

"Guess they'll have to put a little extra back into the budget for park renovations, too," he snickered, as if there was no remorse to be had about the swath of families that he'd literally just trampled into oblivion. "But the stripes on the grass were crooked, anyway...maybe they'll pay a little more attention to the details if they have to start from scratch!"

The softer texture of the Earth and the cool, cozy embrace of the grass might have seemed a logical place for Serath to lose his next load, but with a mere swipe of his tail, the borders of the park were reduced to solitary bricks and rubble, forgotten with the rest of the city. There were only two buildings that occupied the space in his mind anymore, and it wasn't for their architectural beauty.

It was entirely the space between them that Serath was concerned with, and putting that space to good use.

"Just over a thousand feet tall and looking fine...I sure hope you two ladies don't mind if I come between you."

The pun was terrible, and not a single ear in the city was spared from it as Serath's voice carried down side roads and alleyways with a heavy, thundering chuckle. Whether going deaf was considered a blessing or a curse came down to a case by case basis after that, but survival was the instinct driving people away as fast as it could.

They had no idea just how far they'd have to run in order to escape what was coming next, as Serath finally neared the peak of his growth, just barely shorter than the twin skyscrapers that made up the Gateway Towers.

From the west side of the city, the Gateway Towers were considered to be the port of entry, but the space between them was so narrow that it was often considered to be something of an eyesore, as if the two buildings blended into one. The gap was so small that people occasionally joked about it being faster to walk between the floors than it was to take the elevator down and then back up the other side, but anyone who came to work that day would soon be wishing that they'd stayed home.

The buildings were crippled almost instantly as Serath slapped each tower on the side, as if he was patting a pair of tall women on the ass. "I always wondered what it would be like to have two bodies grinding on my cock at once...looks like today is my lucky day!"

Though they didn't have the same curve as his first lay, there was a perfect uniformity between the twin structures that made for a more difficult pass through the first time. Remembering his very first go round with a virgin, he sank deeper and deeper into that reminiscence as he stood behind the buildings, admiring the view of the city between them before he pressed the tip of his still drooling member to the narrow gap.

If he weren't so durable, it never would have fit, but that was hardly a concern to someone of Serath's unique size and thickness. Literally carving his own path and removing resistance the old fashioned way, he pumped his hips forth mercilessly, carving out a nearly perfect mold of his shaft and leaving the very tip of his member to spurt precum into the ruins of the park, just on the other side of the towers.

Just like forcing his way deeper into a first-timer, he knew there would be greater pleasure on the second thrust than the first.

"G-Gonna have to find more buildings like the two of y-you in the next town," a tremble crept into his voice as he pulled back and lashed out again, pounding his hips into the structures and watching as they shared in the duty of absorbing the force of his fully grown body. "I didn't t-think...it would feel this fucking good!"

That the sides of the build were made of such smooth concrete was a lucky coincidence for Serath, who didn't take the same amount of time to warm up that he did before. This was the closest he'd ever come to such a lewd experience before, and with the persistent chemicals refusing to wear off, there was nothing stopping him from believing that a pair of very eager and willing participants were grinding against his shaft, just as eager to see his yield as he was to offer it.

He had no idea just how much he'd grown since his first romp, but when his view of the city didn't change despite his increasing pace, he knew he was finally done with the upward changes.

It was time to see just how great of an inward change had taken place.

"If you two keep squeezing me that tight, I...I won't be able to last long, y'know!" he cried out, his groans of passion so great that they actually drew some of the fleeing victims into the remnants of the park, eager to see what the hell was happening to their workplace. Even when they were able to stand back and describe it to themselves, they hardly believed the sight of a massive, draconic creature having his way with a pair of towers, clenching them between his arms and holding them like a pair of lusty and dedicated sexual partners.

The enticing view of his impossibly huge cock disappearing behind the shadow of the buildings and then reappearing again with a torrent of precum to bless the roads was nothing short of hypnotic to those who were brave enough to remain.

They'd soon come to regret standing the blast zone, however.

"T...That's too much, ladies...how'd you get so fucking good at this?" A familiar tremor ran through the ground and collapsed the highway coming from the other direction, preventing a terrible fate for those cars that became stuck in the traffic jam. "That's not fair...n-not fucking fair...I didn't wanna cum this fast!"

Unable to fight back against the pace that his lust ordered him into, Serath was reduced to a frantically pumping blur as his hips decimated the towers...but somehow, they stood defiant to his charge, refusing to crumble to the ground like the others. They held fast even as his sack slapped against each tower, one massive testicle denting each respective building and punishing them in one final way before a deep, domineering thrust brought about his second orgasm.

What smoldering remains of the park could be seen between the towers were drowned under a suddenly appearing ocean of thick, white seed, the blessing of cum spilling from between the corridor like a waterfall and crushing those who stood immediately below. The people further back were already starting to run by the time the flood of seed formed into a wave and headed for the other side of the park, but so few were saved by the second row of buildings that they only seemed to be there for aesthetic value.

Smaller waves continued to carry on down the streets of a city that was already left in ruins, with the massive yield of ejaculate serving as an insult to the injuries already inflicted.

As waves of white spread through the alleyways, collecting bodies and debris along the way, Serath's mind was far from the destruction he'd caused and the casualties that came along with it. Properly transformed into a giant monster, he was utterly satisfied, focusing only on the delight that came from a proper release.

For the time being, it seemed, he was able to escape from the lustful spirit that was driving his every move, but his body would need time to recover after such a quick pair of climaxes.

Leaving a small trail of his mess between the buildings and patting them for a job well done, he slumped back and wandered off for a wide, open space to relax in...but he was already thinking of what city to visit next.