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So swollen his orbs became that bloating in front of him proved to be far too much of a struggle given his ever-growing quads, ending up shoved behind him in order to provide adequate space to inflate with more creamy spunk. His globular ass cheeks tensed when they felt his roiling sac, the sensation of touching a growing mass even gently far more intense than he realized it to be.

A quick shiver ripped up his spine as his massive genitalia rapidly became the focal point of the energy's absorption, acting almost like a lightning rod for the moon's potent power. It surged with concentrated lunar essence, growing farther above his head than previously thought possible. His tongue lolled out past his lips as he watched his pole's ascension with awe.

With his bulging frame still taking in energy, it alone far outsized what he used to be like, easily more than four times his old while continuing to grow. His cock, though? That towered over even him, his meatlog bloating wider than his torso. Veins as thick as his wrist snaked along the surface, throbbing in sync with his heartbeat as they collided and crossed over one another like roads on a map. The pleasure grew overwhelming, and it took everything he had to process it all.

One thing Jon was grateful for was the fact that his arms were still long enough to encircle his cock even if his hands could no longer. That might not be for long themselves as his inflating endowment drank in the moonlight beaming onto him, so saturated with the essence that he'd become the prime example of werewolf hyper virility, and should be treated as the legend he was should one of his kind stumble upon him. Well, that'd be a little difficult to imagine happening in his part of the woods, but it wasn't something he inherently opposed.

Already over half a ton in weight his body had grown enormous in size, reaching eight feet in height and shooting right past the mark without stopping. All the while his schlong beat the rest of his form in every metric, acting like more than just a body part as it swelled gigantic enough to crush a tank without thinking twice about it. His breathing grew laboured the more he focused on it. Every touch of his brawny physique fed back into his system, causing his arms to flex as hard as they could though not even affecting the solid pole in the slightest. His member had grown beyond the means of being affected by anything smaller than it.

He moaned in lust, the sensation of bear-hugging his crotch rocket inducing shockwaves of pleasure to electrify his nerves. More and more his dick grew, forcing his hands from touching one another as his behemothian obelisk flourished in the light of the supermoon. His pupmaker thoroughly grew of its own accord without him consciously thinking about it.

The feeling of such a mighty pillar in his grasp had his arousal skyrocketing. His ministrations became firm as he realized how much force his cock could take, growing rougher with his immense hog the hornier he got. He felt swamped in euphoric bliss, pummeling his brain solely from stimulation coming from his impossible wolfhood. While his body could turn some heads on its own, his dong could grab far more eyes than anything else in the area, practically acting like a landmark as it penetrated the night sky.

It was fortuitous that the breeze whipped up, his continual exertion causing heat and sweat to pour off him with every movement. His tongue basically lived outside his mouth at this point. All he could smell when he breathed in was himself, his own delicious scent rolling off his colossal fuckmeat and filling his lungs. He'd only ever tried once before to take his member into his mouth considering how flexible he was - in stark contrast to the mildly muscular physique he once had - but the sight of it in front of him now wished he could have the opportunity again. He knew that wasn't happening unless a goddamn miracle happened.

More and more he pumped his rod, copious amounts of pre spilled from the tip, his slit gaping wider than the nearest geyser. The slimy substance coated his swollen arms as he jerked himself off as best he could, lubricating his limbs as they glided along the pulsing surface. He grunted with every bob. Getting himself off had become his primary objective, though his titanic tool had him wondering if he'd even be able to accomplish that at that point.

Minutes seemed to simultaneously fly right by him and stretch on forever as he pleasured his imposing pillar. So much effort had been put to use to try and coax even a hint of orgasm to happen, but he hadn't quite hit the mark yet. He could feel need rising in his balls, those engorged orbs churning with an entire lake's worth of cum while still producing more. They'd grown so much that he could comfortably lean on them should he want to.

He panted, lust-drunk, though determined to push himself over the edge of climax. The mountain he had to climb to get there seemed insurmountable considering how much he'd already exerted himself thus far, but his desire to let loose his flood proved stronger than anticipated. He deemed the thought of draining his balls an inevitability.

Monumental in their own right, his bloated cum tanks absolutely roiled with the urge to cum, though their ever-increasing size meant they had perpetually more work to do to induce pressure in his lower half. No sooner had his shoulders touched the veiny sac did it billow above his head, each testicle outsizing the rest of his nine-foot body.

Despite being well over a ton of heaving, mammothian wolf hulk, his weight was simply no match for the combined power that his junk possessed. All it took was his monolithic meatlog slipping from his grip to start a chain reaction with the rest of him, his pelvis acting like a pivot as his tremendous crotch rocket slammed into the isolated English countryside, sending him high into the air as a result, his body on high alert as he immediately became powerless to prevent that all from happening. That relieved him, then, to feel the abrupt flight from his feet come to a halt as his form came to rest on his incomparable pole, his testosterone factories parked right behind his - what he considered to be overmuscled - ass, both parts of his junk carving out unmistakable likenesses in the soft ground.

That had to have been the craziest moment of this whole experience bar none, and yet Jon knew instinctively that it was far from over. The feeling of basically riding his own member like the world's biggest bucking bronco had him snorting in both approval and bewilderment, knowing that he was entering uncharted territory in terms of the size of his genitals; not his own kind nor any other species out there ever claimed to undergo such a thing, leaving him wholly unprepared for what was to come.

A part of him couldn't wait to find out.