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The tranquil nature of the ocean floor was breathtaking in its stillness, with very few living creatures daring to take up residence in the harsh conditions present. Only a select number of sea beasts evolved to withstand the intense, crushing pressure; the chilling temperature; and the vast, overwhelming loneliness of the bottom of the sea.

One of them being the king of the monsters - Godzilla. Except, he wasn't an active participant in the goings-on around him, rather electing to remain dormant. He'd been like that for untold ages and wasn't about to change that anytime soon.

Why would he? He was in his preferred state after all. The current rarely shifted and fish tended to avoid his inert form. Life was good; life was peaceful.

But things didn't stay peaceful for long.

Out of the blue something struck his scaly hide, awakening him from his long slumber. His eyes immediately popped open, pain receptors locating the area of impact before another something attacked him. Instantly his body went into fight mode. He scanned the surrounding area to determine what the cause of assault was, but years of his eyes being shut made him unaccustomed to suddenly having vision. Regardless, he had to move; he was a sitting duck to whatever was barraging him.

He was then hit again, his blood beginning to boil. A mighty roar left his mouth as he finally started taking stock of the ocean around him. He was enraged at being awoken so abruptly. The cause must be discovered posthaste!

Out of the murky depths he saw it - the image of one of those human vessels staring him right in the face. How he loathed the humans and their meddling! As if startled by his presence, the craft opened part of itself up to launch something else at him, likely what was fired at him before. It did little to affect him besides pissing him off.

Godzilla swatted at the infernal vehicle, which nimbly dipped out of the way of his lunge; the water around him made his retaliation too cumbersome, much to his chagrin. Still, he flung his arms at the vessel as it fired another blast at him.

Why were they doing this? Why did they even attack him to begin with? Did they think that he was just another rock, part of the scenery? The humans were so destructive in their endeavours that they cared not about the possible ramifications of their actions, so errant and foolhardy that they thought that they could get away with whatever they pleased. It became their greatest mistake, he decided.

With another muffled roar, he swiped at the craft again, narrowly missing by feet - to a monster of his size, that was nothing. Emboldened by his near hit he swung a clawed mitt a third time, this one seemingly spooking the humans as they dodged the blow by the skin of their teeth and immediately turned tail away from the angry kaiju. While this pleased him that he was finally left alone after such a random assault, it wouldn't leave him much time before the humans returned in greater numbers and force; he knew right away that he had to take the fight to them if he wanted the peace to return. He had to send a message.

He darted after the sub with a speed that only a prehistoric reptile would possess, bounding along the bottom of the ocean thousands of pounds of force. He was determined to get his mark no matter what.

One thing that he wasn't sure of was where it was going. He watched it dash away faster whenever he closed the distance with it, but its destination wasn't clear. It was only when the vessel shifted trajectory upwards did he start to have a clue of its end goal - the humans were much more versatile on land.

Schools of fish stayed clear of him as he torpedoed through the water toward the sub, the seafloor beneath him growing shallow the closer that he got to the mainland. He could almost push himself along the ground at this point.

The water grew less murky the nearer to the surface he got, giving him the ability to see much more of the humans' operation. Ships of all kinds floated along the tumultuous water, carried by the waves caused by his arrival. He swam with vigour as he chased after his prey.

And then Godzilla breached the surface. Salty ocean water cascaded down his tremendous form as he roared at the top of his lungs. Every errant movement created more turbulence, capsizing a few of the vessels. It wasn't enough. As the humans swam, so too did he cleave his hands through the water, flipping more boats and causing their occupants to scramble to safety on the ones that stayed upright. Maybe now they'd learn to leave well enough alone.

The remaining ships gathered up all the humans in the vicinity before racing back to the shore, the rest looking like overturned toys in comparison to him.

This left him with a couple of branching options. On one hand, the humans could have received his message loud and clear and he could get back to his slumber. On the other hand, they could be regrouping for another assault. He could take his chance and return to the ocean floor, or he could follow them and put an end to their attacks once and for all.

The decision was obvious.

With all the grace of a bulldozer, he trudged along the path to the mainland, feet stomping the sea bed as he felt himself rise out of the water with every step. Residual water clinging to his scales was shaken off by the movement.

Now he towered over everything in his path. Buildings that the humans erected to arrogantly cut through the sky were no match for his awesome might, and they knew that as the city evacuated its citizens before he had a chance to make landfall. One by one they toppled over, crumbling with barely any force applied. It was cathartic.

But it wasn't as if the humans were just going to relent and let him have his way. Hard somethings struck his hide, making him grimace from the impact. These were difficult to just shrug off; for some reason they packed a harder punch than before, likely due to the fact that they didn't have the sea to muffle the blasts. The weaponry seemed so much more potent on land. It pained him to think about, but he'd have to retreat.

That didn't mean that his rampaging was over, however. On the outskirts of the city lay a power plant - nuclear, to be precise - situated far enough away from the populace that nobody fussed about its presence. It was located just by the edge of the water, giving him the ideal opportunity to slip back home when he was finished. It was perfect.

With a wild swing of his tail, he smashed through one of the cooling towers, sending the rubble hurtling to the ground from a sudden loss of structural integrity. The feeling of satisfaction coursing through his veins was pure bliss. He stomped on some other structure, and then another fell as he tore his hand through the site. More and more he laid waste to the plant, bellowing his intent to destroy the area with a booming roar. They can stop him in his tracks, but he'd still get one final laugh in before that happened.

The result of his rampage was catastrophic to the humans. In a matter of seconds the city's power grid was shut down, not only because of the loss of their only energy source, but also because he tore enough power lines to render the system inoperable for weeks baring anything else happening. This was everything that he wanted to send in a message to those that wronged him; it felt good, it felt right.

The more that he raged through the site, the better that it felt. All of his pent-up frustrations over being needlessly woken up were finally beginning to dissipate. It felt better than any orgasm.

One thing that he hadn't realized in all of his trampling was just what a nuclear plant entailed. He had no knowledge of its inner workings, but why should he? To him, it was just something else that needed to be flattened into unrecognizability.

But that meant that he also didn't know what the fallout of his rampaging was. As the reactors got destroyed, their contents spilled along the ground, no human around to hear the sound of the alarms blaring. Radioactive material oozed from their containers, spilling like water along a countertop as it all pooled under his feet.

Not that Godzilla noticed, of course; he'd been too busy making sure that humanity would learn their lesson to pay attention to something that paltry in comparison. His vengeance was heavy and brutal, there was no time for details.

It was something that he probably should've stopped to observe. Upon contact with the material he instantly felt off, like his body was reacting to it in some way that he'd not anticipated. A confused grunt rumbled in his throat as he stopped and stared at the glowing pool on the ground. It shouldn't have mattered at all to him, and yet it was all that he could concentrate on now.

There was a good reason for that as the ooze had begun seeping into his flesh, radiating out from the contact point. The sensation startled him as he'd never felt anything like that before in his entire existence on the planet. He halted the destruction that he caused as he didn't know what to think about the feeling.

Other than the fact that it felt good.

No, not just good - great, in fact! It was something that he hadn't felt in untold eons, back when there were more of his kind around. He didn't know what to make of it at first, until it hit him harder.

He snarled as the sensation flowed through his leg to the rest of his body, pulsing out in a flurry of tingles that electrified his nerves. A strong gust of air rushed out of both nostrils as his arms tensed, claws curled into a fist, balling up the harder that the feeling flourished inside of him. His mind grew cloudy with confusion at the sudden turn of events. Though, that wasn't the only thing that grew.

It was slight at first, but the leg stepped into the radioactive material first twitched, gently before going uncontrollably. There was a slight moment of panic where he didn't understand what was happening, only for it to vanish when it all came to him.

Flexion occurred naturally as a result of his state of alarm, only he just noticed that his leg muscles didn't seem to return to their original size, merely staying the same when rested. It was a peculiar feeling, and one that he'd get to experience more of real soon.

His other leg followed suit, thickening with heft like it was being sucked out of the sky. What was going on?! Is that what normally happened when one interacts with this glowing goop? It couldn't have been, otherwise the humans would've discovered the connection ages ago and have used it to their advantage ever since. No, this had to be something no one had seen before, something unique to only him.

The same happened all over his body. Like his legs, his arms also blimped out, no longer the spindly limbs that he'd had forever, though not quite to the degree that his legs had grown. Sinewy bulk packed onto his arms in a matter of seconds, boosting his measurements by whole feet as he watched it all unfold before his very eyes.

Then came his chest, which barreled out like his limbs, piling on enough mass to give him defined musculature before shooting right past that. It looked unreal; it _felt_unreal, especially because he had no basis of comparison. Nature had no way of doing that to him. No, this was something that could only occur with human intervention.

A pleased grumble came when he rolled his shoulders, another set of muscles that swelled like the others did. His delts erupted with beef that stuffed his scaled hide, gliding into traps that rose above his collarbone. This sensation was unlike anything that he'd ever experienced before. The power that welled up inside of him was intoxicating, and it made him want more.

He'd never really paid much attention to his own form before, but now his eyes couldn't be pried away even if someone were to try. Of course someone did, with the human military having finally caught up to him. Not even the sight of an embiggening lizard could halt their advance, firing on him with aplomb thanks to how effective their strikes were before in the city centre.

They did little to affect him now, however. He'd become so engrossed in his burgeoning growth that he'd barely registered the shots hitting his swelling frame. That only increased the more that he grew, with the bullets starting to not even faze him anymore.

In fact - surprising even himself - the onslaught from the humans was beginning to become downright pleasurable as they bounced off his bloating physique. Not that the human opposition noticed right away, making them think that they just needed to shoot more. That ended up being exactly what the reptile decided that he wanted at that very moment.

After eons of dormancy, Godzilla's nether regions had been stimulated, making his stiffening erection slip out of his folds and into the open air for the first time that he could actually remember. It shocked him considering how amazing it felt. He reached down with a clawed hand, every touch electric, sending ripples of euphoric bliss shooting through his nervous system. Oh yeah, he missed this.

The humans were beside themselves with both bewilderment and disgust as they viewed the spectacle in front of him. Not only was their weaponry starting to become ineffective, it also seemed to be turning the beast on. It was beyond explanation.

He didn't care, of course. The pleasure rushing through his veins awakened long-forgotten memories of getting his rocks off. The only difference between then and now is that he'd gained thousands of pounds of musculature that he'd never dreamed of before, and it made the experience that much better.

Undeterred by the sight, the humans continued their attack on the prehistoric lizard. While their conventional weapons might not work as well as they'd hoped anymore, they still had stronger firepower at their disposal. With a single command from the frontline, tanks rolled into position and aimed their barrels at the bloated beast. They all fired in unison when they received the order to do so.

While he felt the stronger blasts, he certainly didn't let them ruin his fun. He undulated his muscular back when he felt each shell hit him, shrugging off the assault as little more than an annoyance. He'd grown far too busy with pleasuring himself to care about what anyone else wanted at the moment.

To his eternal delight, his erect shaft had also benefited from his body's expansion. It had flourished from the growth, now thicker than what he remembered, and also pushing up against his tightening belly higher than it used to. It made it easy to stroke himself, which he did so with gusto.

Unbeknownst to him, his growth was having a positive feedback loop that he wasn't aware of. As he'd gotten bigger, it gave him a bigger contact point in which to soak up more of the radioactive material, which in turn fueled his ascension that much more.

He shuddered as he felt more of the warming sensation flow through his system like lava. He snorted in glee as he embraced the feeling coalescing inside of him. His breathing grew more ragged, his breaths coming out in puffs through gritted teeth.

Of course, more glowing ooze making its way into him would only affect him all the harder. He snorts, his mouth contorting into a grin as he feels the process begin anew. His legs were first again, only this time there was a definitely more-noticeable increase in the size they accumulated. While normally covered by a layer of thin pudge brought on by eating tons upon tons of sea life, his limbs had become so engorged with brawn that any fat present was less apparent than usual. He'd come to enjoy that fact.

Godzilla's quads exploded with delicious beef that began to fight for room with one another, taking up whatever space used to be between them. His calves, too, thickened with densely-packed heft that widened past the breadth of his legs. The feeling of growing in and of itself was intoxicating to him.

The sensation travelled up his truck, tightening his abs into mile-high bricks of bulk that started jutting out from his torso in a lascivious display of core power. Every breath sucked in pushed them out, showing off the sheer might contained in each slab. Merely touching them was invigorating, spurring his growth onward as he awaited his further changes.

Next was his chest, already big from before, but now graduated to 'huge'. Boulders were already a poor comparison thanks to being over a hundred metres tall, but it described the shape accurately as each pectoral tensed with jolts of ecstatic delight, blimping them into vaguely roundish wrecking balls that could crush anything caught between them. The thought excited him greatly.

But the biggest benefactor of his growth had to be his arms. Monstrous though they may be, they flared massive with additional heft, actually managing to catch up to his sumptuous legs. Steel cables were absolutely no match for his newfound strength, and just the size of the veins snaking along his split-peak biceps alone outclassed any beam that the humans could engineer. He was simply in a league of his own at that point.

And that wasn't the end of it. As if gaining literal tons of muscle mass wasn't enough, his frame also creaked larger as more radiation was absorbed through his skin, stretching his bones out to make him expand in every direction. His height boomed higher by hundreds of metres at a time, while his width did the same, all the while keeping his frankly grotesque proportions in tact. He'd been called a beast many times by the humans that knew of him, but it finally dawned on him that he was a beast, alright - a bona fide muscle beast!

To top it all off, there was one last thing that he noticed change about him - his cock, blossoming in size like the rest of him, had undergone a peculiar mutation. Once looking like the spitting image of a regular reptile's endowment, it now shifted, morphing through unexplainable means into something unknown to him. His junk was now fully outside of his body, for starters, attached at the point where it used to slide out of him, though it came with a set of kneeknocker wrecking balls that swung wildly in the air, fighting for room between his legs with his swollen quads. The image of these alien parts confused him, but the sensitivity pulsating off of them with a single touch - especially on the thick mushroom head - drowned out any concerns that he may have had.

If there was any possible adjective that he'd used to describe himself - if he knew how to - it would be hot. Because he was! Though, almost too hot. He was overheating, and unfortunately only just noticed then. Was it because of his rapid transformation producing an overwhelming amount of heat energy? Or was it because the greater surface area that he'd gained absorbed more warmth from the furious sun? Whatever the cause may be, it was genuinely getting to him. To the humans' surprise and delight, he hastily moved himself back into the water, completely forgetting that the microscopic pests were even there to begin with.

Now cooled off, Godzilla had ample opportunity to inspect his changes more thoroughly. It wasn't something that one of his species would particularly care about, but the feeling of all of this additional heft enticed him to get a closer look. Each poke of a claw into a flexed bicep sent shockwaves of lust-filled exhilaration rocketing through his nerves. Literally every part of his expansive frame felt good to fondle, and he wanted to do nothing else but.

Laboured breathing exited his mouth as he groped his chest, feverishly feeling up his bulk as he salivated like a dog awaiting a meal. The sun may have been beating down on him, but he still gave off enough heat that he could feel it through his hands. The pleasure that he received from exploring himself was somehow simultaneously too much and not enough.

Now the humans were growing worried. Some of their strongest weaponry had become no match for their literally monstrous adversary, and they were starting to feel like they were making their way into an impasse. That made then, in their minds, the perfect time to bring out the big guns.

With a telephoned order from the head of the military, stronger weapons were wheeled out to take on their reptilian foe. Mortars of the largest size had been brought out after what felt like an eternity, with even genuine missile launchers bringing up the rear. Make no mistake, the humans meant serious business.

After calibrating the machinery the fastest that they'd ever done in their comparatively short lives, they were ready to go. With their targeting systems locked onto the beast, they called the command to fire... only for their attacks to go ignored by the scaly menace to society. Needless to say, they were stunned silent.

Godzilla, on the other hand, was having the time of his life fondling his immense bulk. His enormity enraptured him like nothing else had before, not even rampaging through the city like he'd done not that long ago. This was something far more primal that tickled his ancient brain in ways that destroying civilizations couldn't ever hope to achieve.

And it wasn't over yet. The radioactive element that was used to power the reactors in the plant had all but seeped into the ocean, thrashed about by the waves caused by his engorged bulk. Though it didn't splash all over the place like those watching from the shore thought. Instead it directly beelined for the lizard kaiju, as if somehow drawn to the overwhelming sexual energy radiating off of his incredible bulk. The anticipated events would either be catastrophic or the best thing that could've ever happened depending on whose perspective was observed.

In no time at all, the glowing goop made its way to the overgrown reptile and started soaking into him, deluging him with all the latent energy held within. Said energy bulged his eyes out wide as masculine vigour pumped into his body faster than ever before. It was almost too much to take in at once, but the undeniable pleasure coursing through his veins elicited a fat dollop of preseed to belch forth from the head of his kaijuhood, though ending up more like a lake to those on the mainland.

Uncontrolled euphoria was all that he felt as every last drop of the reactive substance got absorbed into his awe-inspiring form. Animalistic grunts coming from his mouth could be heard for miles around, his libido pushing into overdrive as the magic of the radioactive element worked its magic for one last time. But what a time it'd be!

Like before, his frame stretched out to accommodate all of the delicious musculature ready to pile onto his awaiting body. Every creak of his joints was a signal that he'd gain enough mass to smother cities, with his shoulders in particular telling him that his gains would be even bigger than he'd imagined them to be. The one side-effect that he wasn't so thrilled about was that he needed to wade further into the ocean to stave off the heat since his explosion in height pushed him well above surface level, but that was a problem that was fixed without a second thought.

But it was still a thrilling thought in and of itself. Whereas once he was not even close to hitting a kilometre in height, he was now several of them tall and not slowing down in the slightest. Pure, unadulterated carnal delight surged through his body in a gross display of vulgar masculinity as a roar boomed across the water, flexing his mighty physique for anyone able to watch him. He wanted more, and he knew that's what he'd get.

Every part of him ballooned at once. His chest, once neatly in front of him and only taking up his peripheral vision, now obscured so much more of his sight that he almost saw more of himself than the water around him. Ardent fervor coaxed him into bringing his arms out to the side to puff out his chest, giving him a taste of what it would like if his expansion continued. He liked what he saw.

And speaking of his arms, they also bulged with power, more muscle stacked on them than were present in entire countries. He'd grown far stronger than millions, if not billions, of people in a matter of moments, and it all felt so right. The scaly peaks of his bicep were far more eye-catching in their astonishing size than any mountain range on the planet, and, in his rightful opinion, far more worthy of praise than anything Mother Nature could cook up. Everyone could immediately see that being correct.

His trunk widened accordingly, with his winglike lats coming into view every time that he shifted his inconceivable arms. They flared out wider than entire metropolises, his back thicker than the largest of skyscrapers was tall. It excited him so, knowing deep down that the puny humans couldn't compare to his immensity even with their work while he slept. It pleased him, and made him encourage his growth to persist.

And persist it did! Already colossal, his legs blimped outward with deserved beef, steam emanating from his flesh as his skin tightened around the bloating muscle. They, however, stopped short of overtaking his arms in size, meaning that he was now a top-heavy goliath of a lizard, yet he cared little about losing his former proportions. This was far more thrilling to him, knowing that he could topple more than human buildings should he put his mind to it. Mountains, volcanoes, even islands themselves... the possibilities were endless.

That was nothing to say of his cock, which swelled obscenely in all directions to match his titanic dimensions. While not quite reaching the same width, the fact that his monolithic pillar was nearly was broad as his embiggened torso was an accomplishment in and of itself, and the fact that it'd nestled snugly under his engorged pec shelf meant that it alone was larger than the biggest of organisms on the planet. He was beyond words when thinking of his ascension, that is if he even knew any to begin with.

Even his tail wasn't left out. It alone weighed more than the heaviest of vehicles that the humans had made, and could effortlessly destroy them if given the chance to. Every part of him could grab a person's awe, and he was aware that some part of him potentially did.

Primal lust poured through his body as he took in everything that he had to offer. Lustful grunting rumbled in his throat as he caressed his overly-sensitive form, loving all that he touched, or rather all that he could touch. The magnificence of his form came at a price, which was that the tonnage that made up his colossal physique pushed against itself as it fought for room. Not that he paid that much attention - he was far too horny to care.

Godzilla's tongue hung out of his mouth, his jaw dropped to allow for his panting breaths to emerge. He'd forgotten all about the humans and rampaging through their city, pushing them out of his head entirely as he focused all his energy onto pleasuring himself.

Which is something that he'd not done in far too long, in his honest opinion. Needing both hands, he gripped onto his fleshy cock, immediately quivering from the touch as nothing had contacted it for eons up until that point. It was much too stimulating to handle all at once, but it felt too amazing to stop now. He stroked up and down, slowly at first, before building up a bit of a quicker pace, slimy pre dribbling down his girthy length and all over his fingers.

The sensation was exhilarating, to say the least. Every single hyper muscle on his gargantuan form tensed with excitement as he bobbed his hands along his shaft. His claws raked over the veins that had bloomed as a result of his arousal, slithering down his endowment like roads on the biggest map in existence. The water splashing around him cooled him off considerably, letting him continue without interruption. He did not want to be interrupted now!

The humans were at a loss for words at the sight that lay before them in the ocean. The mood in the room had grown dire, with many fearing that a monster that size could spell the end of civilization as they knew it. Something must be done to stop the goliath beast, and everyone around knew what the only solution was.

The decision was then made to get rid of the target once and for all.

Everyone feared the outcome of their ultimate weapon, but no one wanted to stop the proceedings for fear of being labeled the downfall of humanity. The weapon was as terrifying as it was powerful, striking anxiety into the hearts of all involved while also inspiring hope.

The weapon was a nuke. This was their only shot at winning the impromptu war.

Carefully loading up a plane, the humans watched with bated breath as it made its way out to sea. They felt themselves lucky that the monster had moved so far away from society that not a single person should be affected by the result of their final attack, but the fallout was still concerning.

Nevertheless, the payload would be delivered whether anyone objected to it or not. Metre by agonizing metre, the plane flew over the water, reaching the perfect altitude to sail overtop of the kaiju. Everyone involved held their breath as they watched the plane line up with the beast, then releasing the payload and getting the hell out of there.

The conclusion of the humans' plan was exactly as catastrophic as they'd feared, but not quite in the way that they'd envisioned. To their absolute horror, they'd only just realized that the titanic lizard reacted favourably to any sort of nuclear energy, especially when concentrated like in the bomb that they just delivered. This was the end...

...Or the beginning, depending on the perspective. Godzilla didn't know it, but he'd just been showered in untold megatons of radioactive material. In a split-second, though, he understood exactly what had happened.

In a matter of moments, he'd completely outsized the incredible size that he just was, surging up thousands of kilometres so that his head was literally in the clouds. That was even more impressive considering the fact that his incalculable weight shifted his positioning so that he stood on the deepest part of the ocean and still was halfway above the water's surface. He was, by all definitions, the tallest thing that had ever, and would ever, step foot on the face of the Earth.

And while they were extraordinary enough as they were, his muscles absorbed tons of the energy poured over him and put it all to good use. His chest in particular practically exploded outwards, each pectoral effortlessly taking up the room right in front of his face, leaving him able to view nothing but his own scaly mass. What once took him all his might to accomplish could be done without trying now, forcing his megatonnage of chest scant metres from his snout. If he tried that now he'd surround his head!

That was also due to his traps all but swallowing his neck. Already massive in their own right, they ballooned greatly, rising higher and higher until they reached higher than the top of his head, now locked forward, but of no concern to him. It amused him endlessly that his traps made him even taller, though.

And that wasn't to say anything of his shoulders, which themselves were larger in circumference than even the biggest of human cities. Not that those were important, of course. He cared not for the humans anymore as he had far more important matters to attend to.

His back erupted in a grotesque display of masculine power, the mountainous mass peaking higher than even the largest of ranges on the planet. And yet it didn't stop, instead continuing to pile more musculature on with every passing second. His muscle fibres tore themselves apart and repaired themselves larger in the blink of an eye, providing both a width and a thickness to him that would be unmatched for the rest of time.

So much of the potent vigour swirled in his gut that it forced it to bow out, tons of delicious bulk packed into a comparatively small section of his frame, giving him abs that domed outward into the largest tortoise shell that anyone would lay their eyes on. It would have to be someone else as there was no possible way that he'd ever have the opportunity to do so. But he could certainly _feel_it.

Every single one of his limbs exploded with immeasurable girth, practically inflating with heft. The egregious amount of muscle mass loaded onto his legs forced him to shift his stance to allow more to come, causing the ocean around him to slosh violently as a response. Similarly, his arms were restricted in much the same fashion, unable to rest at anything less than a forty-five-degree angle. Not like he minded - his attention was centred solely on his hypermassive cock.

That almost didn't even do his schlong justice as the over-engorged log of kaiju fuckmeat was just about an entity all on its own. It surpassed even his extensively-wide torso in width, and nearly matched his thickness, but what was most impressive was the fact that it shot up just over the top of his head, even growing past his unimaginably-titanic traps. It practically weighed about as much as the rest of him did, and he made love to it like it was another one of his kind.

But what good would the mother of all manhoods be without a set of testosterone factories to match with it? Indeed, his orbs absorbed enough of the radioactive power, not to keep pace with his body, but to equal his also enormous endowment. His testicles audibly roared themselves as they induced his libido further, churning with millions of litres of virile seed, waiting to be unleashed.

And unleash it he shall. His constant ministrations took their toll on his overly-sensitive body, muscles writhing against one another as their exertions vapourized any water left standing on his impeccable frame. Even a being as ancient as he was still succumbed to the pleasures of the flesh; why would he be any different?

The roar produced as a result of his cock's eruption deafened anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby, and could be heard around the world. It indicated an explosion far more volatile than any volcano in history, and far more erotic in nature as untold litres of kaijubatter spilled forth from his bulging cumpipe, flooding the ocean with his virile spunk. This was it; everything was building to this one, perfect moment.

His release had an additional effect that no one could've predicted, however. In the throes of euphoria, Godzilla had failed to notice a shockwave rippling out from the core of his body, rocketing around the world at a speed that no living creature could match. The consequence of the blast was unknown, though the results were immediate.

As a result of all the radioactive material pumping through his veins, his very being had incorporated tons of that energy and let it all out in one giant burst when he shot his load. That ripple carried his genuine essence - every single particle was him, and was meant to serve but a single purpose.

Reality itself shifted as a result of him draining his balls of everything that they'd produced. What was once a fearful populace was now indifferent to the imposing monster out at sea. They'd built up their civilizations knowing that they might have to interact with him one day.

He'd become an icon of the modern world, an absolute legend that the world would never match.

And yet his existence was ignored by all. Sure, they knew that it could potentially only be a matter of time before he makes an actual move on human society, but literally everyone was prepared for that event.

It amazed even the most unenthused of individuals that a monster of that preposterous enormity didn't force all of humanity into an eternal state of panic. Not that anyone would think that his size was unusual in any fashion. He was always this way, after all.

This was his planet, and everyone else was just living on it. Everyone knew that, of course.