FSE

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At least it beat stocking shelves. That’s what Tony told himself as he made his way home from his new office job. He’d just gotten out of college and landed an entry level position doing data entry. It wasn’t what he’d call glamourous by any means, but it happened to be something related to his studies that he could use to climb his way up the ladder. Working 9-5 took some time to get used to, however.

But at least relaxation was just around the corner. All he needed to do was walk through the door, quickly make a bite to eat, and plop himself down on the couch to watch some TV for the first time that day. He never realized how exhausting the working world could be until he joined it. It made what little free time he had worth so much more than when he was in school.

The cool air coming from the vent above the door greeted him into the apartment he shared with a friend of his – Bill. While he managed to find something right after graduating, Bill wasn’t so lucky. His searches had been plentiful, but fruitless, though the pair of them felt it was only a matter of time until things looked up.

As Bill didn’t have a job yet, Tony found it a bit strange his roommate wasn’t there. Maybe the job hunt turned something up. He held out hope that things would work out.

Without much thought he threw something together and shoved it in the oven, his mind more interested in having something to eat rather than it be something coherent. The stress from that day had been getting to him, and having a nice, home-cooked meal was all that he cared about.

It was while dinner was cooking that Bill entered through the door. As he wasn’t certain when the other man was getting home, he thought it was fortuitous timing. “Oh hey, I was just in the process of making something.”

“Oh, I was gonna make something when I got home.” Bill’s cheeks glowed, a jump in his step.

His friend’s jovial demeanour wasn’t lost on Tony. “What’s gotten you so giddy?”

“Check this out.” Bill put his bag on the table, rifling through its contents to pull something out, excitement written on his face.

With around an hour to go on dinner, Tony felt no issue seeing what the commotion was. His curiosity was piqued by the other man’s tone of voice, but when glancing over his friend’s shoulder to get a good look, he grew confused when the object of the other man’s enthusiasm seemed to be this wooden paperweight. Word failed him. “No offense or anything, but I don’t get what I’m seeing.”

“I didn’t either at first, but the clerk explained everything about it.”

“Clerk?”

Bill cleared his throat. “I wanted a break from the couple of interviews I had today so I checked out a curio shop, the one we always pass by. I went in not expecting much of anything, but there were a number of cool things they had on display so I just browsed their wares, not thinking I’d actually get something.”

“So, what did you get then?” Tony was offered the item and went to inspect it, not anticipating how heavy the thing was. The texture was unmistakably wooden and not just some finish slapped onto it after creation, which made him wonder if it had some sort of metallic core inside weighing it down. His assumption that it was a paperweight felt more and more true the longer he looked at it.

But that made it a bizarre paperweight the longer he looked at it. The thing was carved to look like some kind of… Okay, he didn’t really know what it was supposed to be. It was a figure of something – some_one_? – but it wasn’t like any human he’d ever seen. The figure was monstrous in appearance with all the classic hallmarks he’d expected of such a being: massive horns protruding from its head, a series of spikes along its back where its spine was located, a tail impossibly thick for its proportions, pointed fangs jutting from its protruding mouth, a forest of hair running from the top of its head to the tip of its tail, and an incomparably muscular visage as if all it did was work out. Oh, and it also had four arms.

It begged the obvious question. “Alright, so what is this supposed to be?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” Bill admitted.

Tony’s jaw fell agape. “What do you mean you’re not entirely sure?”

“Okay,” Bill sighed, “I saw this thing on the shelf and thought it looked cool, and I thought I’d ask the guy in charge about it. He told me it was some kind of artifact from an ancient civilization or something, which means the thing’s really old. Isn’t that cool?!”

“It’s ancient?” Tony looked at the carving in his hand again. “So is it an idol of some kind?”

“That’s where I’m unsure. The guy didn’t really know who or what this is supposed to be exactly, but he said it probably meant something to whichever people it used to belong to. Could be some deity we’ve never heard of before.”

An idol of a deity from some archaic civilization? That was really for sale at some random curio shop? Tony guessed it wasn’t too far-fetched an explanation, though he suspected the story was concocted by the store owner for the sake of a sale. “What possessed you to purchase it?”

“I thought it looked cool.” Bill shrugged his shoulders. “I kinda just wanted something that made people go, ‘what the hell is that?’ I think this fits the bill.”

“You’re not wrong, I can tell you that much. Makes me wonder where we could—” A sudden flash of light hit Tony’s eyes, blinding him for a fraction of a second until a number of blinks brought his vision back, unclear of what just happened. It was when he looked down at the figure that he realized its eyes were glowing. Oh, it was electronic? That would account for the weight. “Hey do you see this?”

“See what?” Bill snatched the idol back, face contorting in confusion as he turned it this way and that. “I don’t think I see what you’re seeing.”

Tony cocked a brow. “Its eyes were just glowing. Turn it over.”

Bill did as instructed, twisting it every direction to examine it. He even went as far as to tap the carving in the face. His thorough analysis of the figure didn’t display what he wanted it to, and he showed as much with a shake of his head. “I think you’re seeing things. There’s no light here.”

“Are you sure?” Now it was Tony’s turn to be surprised. “Its eyes were glowing. I’m telling you!”

“Must’ve been a trick of the light,” Bill scoffed, holding the thing in one hand.

“Do you want me to show you?”

“Alright, alright,” Bill held his other hand up. “I trust that you saw something. Lemme just have another look and see if there’s anything.”

Tony knew he wasn’t crazy. The fact that the carving blinded him for half a second told him everything he needed to know. Why Bill wasn’t seeing it, he had no idea, but he appreciated being taken seriously. He glanced over at the wooden carving—

And then heard… something, he didn’t know what. A ding echoed out throughout the room, but he couldn’t tell what it came from. Nothing he owned sounded like that; at least he thought so, but he’d been wrong in the past. Mentally he went through everything in the room, checking off one item after the next – various electronic gadgets, furniture, himself somehow – but nothing he could think of matched what he heard. Was he actually going crazy? “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Bill looked back in his direction. “Are you okay?”

“I—” Tony stopped himself before he went any further. How was it he was the only one experiencing things? Maybe he needed to come home more than he realized. “I think I just had a long day at work. I’m not feeling like myself right now.”

That was when Bill came over and slung an arm around him. “Understandable. Office work is rough, especially right out of college.”

“Yeah, yeah.” The only thing Tony could deduce about his current predicament was how much his job ran him ragged, and he likely wasn’t used to the workload he was given just yet. That’d just be a matter of time. For now he needed to focus on keeping himself sane. With a deep breath he slicked back his hair and— “Dude.”

“Yeah?”

Tony gulped, looking at his friend. “I have horns!” The alien sensation caused his hands to reach upward to verify what he just felt, his fingers curling around cute, little horns poking out from the top of his skull.

“Yeah, what about your horns?”

It felt like a sack of bricks just slammed Tony across the face. What about your horns? Was that a real sentence he just heard? He didn’t have horns when he walked through the door ten minutes ago, so why would he have them now? His mind raced as he attempted to piece together the cause for this sudden development, recalling the chime he heard and the light that blinded him.

It all made sense now.

And then another chime went off. With his mind now realizing what that meant, he whipped his head to the carving in his friend’s hand, eyes wide. “Dude it’s the idol!”

Bill merely stared at him, dumbfounded. “What’s the idol?”

“The idol is what gave me horns!” Tony pointed to his head as if to show his recent developments as being connected to the carving that just came home that evening. In his mind it was obvious, however it was met with confused laughter from Bill.

“Okay, I don’t know what’s going on here. You’ve had horns since the day you were born. Everyone knows that, including me, and I’ve never commented on them.” His expression then grew concerned. “Is everything alright with you? I'm beginning to worry you got hit by a car or something.”

That wasn’t what his history was like, and Tony knew it. He was a human being. Humans don’t have horns. HE didn’t have horns…

But he did now, and for some reason he was the one being labeled as insane. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How could someone reasonably believe that one person out of the rest of the global population would possess a feature no one else did? It didn’t make any sense!

And yet this was his reality now. Thoughts of how the figure was doing this then filled his head, his belief that the effigy really did belong to an ancient group of people now growing exponentially. But then he started wondering why only he had these things happening to him and not Bill, who was literally handling the object. He groaned and rubbed his eyes.

When he opened them he looked down, a brow quirking. Did his shirt look tighter? He’d been wearing the button-down top all day and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, which had him wondering what could be the reason for it. He didn’t think it could’ve shrunk in the wash considering he made sure he was gentle with his work attire, which told him it had to have been something else.

A cursory touch of the material showed nothing out of the ordinary, which relieved a part of him, though made another part grow more suspicious. It led to him examining further, his hand gently caressing his body through the fabric. He wasn’t sure what he was meant to be looking out for, but a gasp became stuck in his throat when he discovered the culprit – his body had gotten bigger.

It didn’t seem like much upon first glance, but the realization made him reconsider as that was easily a couple dozen pounds added to his frame without so much as him noticing his muscles grow. That was an impossibility that Bill couldn’t ignore.

Right?

Chime

The noise prompted Tony to look back at his friend handling the idol, dumbstruck that he hadn’t noticed the changes. How was this possible? Reality couldn’t just shift on a whim, that was only something he ever saw in the movies. Maybe he had to be the one holding the thing. “Hey, can I see that again?”

Bill handed it over without saying a word, letting him get his mitts on it to scrutinize every single detail he could find. The carving was intricate in its design, far beyond the scope of some crummy little trinket found at a knickknack shop. Every monstrous feature stood proud, elaborate for something that portable, making him marvel over whatever woodworker brought it into existence. Clearly the likeness of its figure was important to the creator given how each element of the beast was delicately sculpted with tools far more primitive than the cutlery he had in their drawer. He couldn’t imagine putting so much effort into something very few people would care to look at.

But he saw nothing out of the ordinary. It really did just look like a piece of wood. Dejected, he handed the idol back and pursed his lips, though gained an appreciation for whoever had carved it.

He was about to have another go of his shirt to see how exactly his body was stretching it out, but upon doing so he noticed something sticking into his peripheral vision. Viewing the thing was a difficult proposition as he had to strain his eyes downward to even catch a glimpse of it, but in doing so he discovered that there was something stuck at the bottom of his face. Whatever it was had to go, but the instant his hand made contact with the object, he recognized what it was – it was his mouth. He nearly fainted.

His mind reeled, not with feasible solutions for his incoherent transformation, but with his current view plainly visible to him. This was real. This was real and happening to him. This was real and happening to him and there wasn’t anything he could do about it because some ancient effigy had decreed this to happen to him and—

Chime

The noise rang in Tony’s ears. A look over at Bill seemed to show his friend having a blast looking at the statue, presumably because a human being with a muzzle wasn’t all that interesting. Considering what he said before, he must’ve had this thing his whole life, which honestly made him grimace. As he was aware of the changes, he still had full recollection of what his past was meant to be before the idol transformed him, making him wonder what his life was like in this stream of reality. Was he ridiculed for looking so different? The obvious answer was yes given how far out of the ordinary he now was, but if Bill’s reaction was anything to go by, maybe people didn’t care. Maybe this was normal. Should he even care about the alterations anymore?

He was about to take a seat and relax as his food was still cooking, only to stop when he heard something tear. A glance down wasn’t necessarily at that point as his shoulder felt the cool air filling the room. Still, he couldn’t stop his fingers from touching the rip. “Aw, my shirt!”

Bill snapped his attention over, his expression sympathetic. “Oh, crap. It happened. Sorry, dude.” He watched as more of the fabric was shredded from errant movement. “I’ll be honest, I’m not sure why you always wore something that small. I’ve mentioned there are larger sizes out there.”

What Tony wanted to say got caught in his throat, instead forcing himself to let another train of thought slide through. “Oh, you know, I don’t exactly have a whole lot of cash at the moment.”

“Fair.” Bill hefted the idol in one hand.

Chime

That was the first time Tony didn’t freak out, though not for lack of trying. He conditioned himself to accept that whatever part of his body got transformed was already meant to be in the world he now found himself in. Him freaking out about it didn’t change the situation at hand and it only served to make him look like a fool. That’s fine, he could be zen about it. Him attempting to be nonchalant is what got him to take a deep breath for the first time since this all started, and he was now ready to take a seat.

At least he would’ve had the chair leg not attacked him. “Ow!”

Bill glanced up at him. “You alright?”

What in the world was that?! The sensation of pain rushed through him from some place he didn’t recognize, inciting him to turn around and view what could’ve possibly hurt him. His legs weren’t anywhere near the seat, though his eyes spied the cause for the abrupt feeling – it was his tail. It was his tail, the one he wasn’t supposed to have, or any human for that matter. “I—” He stopped himself as short as he possibly could’ve. What he wanted to say would have Bill thinking he was definitely hit in the head, forcing him to pivot to something that wouldn’t arouse any more suspicion. “My tail hit the chair.”

Bill sucked in air through his teeth. “Oh, you really whacked it, huh?”

“Yeah, that smarts.” Out of all the changes that had affected him thus far, this had to have been Tony’s least favourite. The muzzle sticking out from his face was one thing, but being the owner of a fleshy appendage that he could move independently from the rest of his limbs wasn’t exactly his cup of tea. But he didn’t want to bring up how weird it looked. Oh, he was a mess. Why would people think something like that was a very normal thing for a person to have? At least if it was furry like an animal’s he’d be less upset about it.

Chime

It was furry now.

Goddamn it.

The tail that he totally had his entire life without anyone saying a word had now become covered in a shaggy coat of violet fur, just like every other regular human on the planet. Nope, he can’t say a word about it because he was expected to have something like that. As if this couldn’t get any worse.

He spoke too soon. The sight of his newest appendage had him grip his face in exasperation, which is when he discovered that his face, too, had sprouted the same fur, now making the snout he was given seem less out of place. His nose had blackened into some kind of animal nose as well, completing the look. Hell, even his hands – his clawed hands – had the same fur covering them, meaning it ran well across his body and was an intricate part of him. Why, of all things, was the idol doing this to him?

And then it hit him.

He almost was about to chide himself for not realizing it sooner – the effigy wasn’t just changing him, it was changing him to the likeness of the figure carved from the wood. Glancing over at it made it abundantly obvious now. All the little details he had become impressed with were becoming his, like the pointed horns – now standing a foot from the top of his head – or the claws capable of shredding the sofa with. Oh, and he didn’t just have fangs; he had tusks too.

One thing he missed from his initial assessment was how remarkable the fur detailing was. He couldn’t imagine doing all that painstaking work by hand, knowing he wouldn’t have the patience for it in a world where work like that could be done by machines. The people from the past truly were masters of their crafts.

But in inspecting the statue, he realized there was one crucial thing that hadn’t hit him yet. He had basically all the biggest differences between a human and whatever monster that thing was taken care of. All he needed now were—

Chime

Four arms. There we go.

It was almost comical at this point. Tony’s new limbs moved autonomously from his others, able to now cross both sets with ease. That did intrigue him, however, as he wondered what having multiple sets of arms would do to him. The first thing he noticed was that his dress shirt had new holes for them to stick through – that were also torn – as well as having another set of pectorals that they connected with. In spite of his first reaction of thinking that was some other horrible thing he had to deal with now, it actually made a lot of sense in his mind. It was better than the new pair coming from his armpits, that’s for sure.

Chime

Okay, was Bill actually doing anything to cause all this, or was him handling the figure enough to act as the catalyst?

He didn’t even have time to ask as breathing in completely shredded his top. It didn’t even faze him anymore as that was yet another change that was actually just him the entire time. Huh, he wasn’t really hating his transformation anymore. What was that about?

Just then his stomach grumbled, having completely forgotten about food. “Oh man, I can’t wait for dinner to be ready.”

“I know! That turkey you put in smells great.”

Tony froze. He didn’t throw a turkey in; he knew that. He didn’t even have a turkey in the house! Whatever supernatural energy changing him had gone and made sure his newfound body wasn’t about to starve. He didn’t know whether or not he should be appreciative.

“Hey, I know I told you that you can’t wear stuff that small anymore, but lemme just help you get all that off you.” He wasn’t about to turn away Bill’s help. That last change drastically increased his size, bulging his musculature out in all directions, leading to the inevitable destruction of his work attire. He even noticed his field of view had gotten a bit taller. “At least your spikes make it easier to shred the shirt off.” Ah, so he did indeed get spikes. Who exactly was this figure meant to represent?

Chime

Tony didn’t even flinch as his world grew smaller, able to see his first set of pecs in his vision without glancing down. They pressed into his similarly brawny arms, the limbs with biceps like steel beams that could bowl over any door he came across. Both sets of arms were like that in fact, as if reality wanted to keep each of them on the same level. It surprised him how alright he was with the changes now.

“I’ve just about got these off. You should be all good now.” That gave Tony pause. He undeniably heard Bill just then, but having to look down to see the other man wasn’t something he was ready for. It took him a moment to realize that he was anything but human now. He was becoming the monster of the idol, and reality didn’t care.

That suited him well as he now got to bask in the sight of a larger apartment, one meant to house a beast like him. As much as he wanted to act like this was meant to be the case, he couldn’t stop him from being amazed at how much more room he had. Could he have even afforded this on his meagre budget? Maybe there was a grant he applied for that helped him.

A brush of a hand below the belt brought him back down to earth, letting out a slight gasp as a result.

“Oops, my bad, didn’t mean to do anything there.” What Bill referred to was the accidental caress of his monster cock, the thing looking like a veritable third leg. That caused him to stop and stare. It hung well below his knees, with a fattened set of balls hanging behind it that he felt would fill a bathtub with ease. He’d never seen anything so impossibly huge on a person before, but he then remembered that he wasn’t like anyone else anymore. The reality he lived in was uniquely his. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Chime

Tony’s eyes bugged out at another change of scenery, only this time he wasn’t in his apartment anymore. The concrete floors and metal walls told him right away of his new location – a warehouse. Why here though?

The answer was because he’d grown exponentially, now towering over every piece of furniture around him. He was confused about what he saw until it dawned on him that this was where he lived with Bill, with several palettes being shoved together to act like a bed for him to lay on. In spite of all the unexplainable events happening to him, he at least liked the fact that he still had a place to sleep.

But man, how he’d grown! Those legs of his had positively exploded into lumbering pillars of beef that could likely knock the building down if he wanted to, his quads in particular rippling with more heft than he ever even saw on an animal. They appeared just as sculpted as what the statue looked like, though a quick flex showed how big they could really get.

Each limb bulged outward in a mighty display of size that proudly showcased his new monster heritage, fur wrapping around brawny muscle groups heavily displacing the air around them. So thick they were becoming that he had to slightly spread them apart for the sake of needing room, not enjoying the chafing that came with the size. He huffed at how that allowed his junk to sway in the breeze, now undisturbed by the two logs of muscle it was nestled between, though his teardrop-shaped calves kept bristling the veins snaking along the taut flesh.

Was a being like he was now actually worshipped by some ancient group of people? If there was, he’d certainly never heard of it, or the people it belonged to. It begged the question of what those people would gain from such a creature. What could he give? He didn’t seem to have any latent power buried deep within his body, at least he didn’t think so. Maybe this was just something people wanted to look at. That at least made some sense.

His arms moved in tandem as he belted out a pose, allowing him to see all of them flex at once, still getting used to the idea of having more than one pair of arms. Each of them seemed inimitable, like they could outmuscle any gym he discovered, even ones meant for the most heavyweight of competitors.

The same could be said about his chest. What was once a pair of pectorals barely in his view now comfortably sat there, so stuffed with dense heft that any measurements they had were best taken in metres.

Chime

Metres? Kilometres were more accurate now. Those planetoids could be seen from space now, all four of them easily weighing tons. Tony gripped each of them with one of his large grabbers, feeling how he could barely indent the flesh with force applied. His arms similarly were incomparable in size, now commanding space to exist that he didn’t have in his apartment. His old apartment, that was.

Wait, where was he? He’d been so wrapped up in examining himself that he didn’t even realize he was outside now. The canopy of trees, the lake by his foot, the lack of any buildings around him – huh, the idol put him in a park of some kind. Not that he minded, of course. He was grateful he didn’t have to destroy a building to get to that point.

While he didn’t mean to, each footfall of his ended with a stomp, a cloud of dirt spreading around the impact site. His new kaiju body needed some getting used to, not expecting his tail to casually knock over a grove of trees without trying. Was every part of his body this impossibly massive? A slam of that thick appendage told him that was the case.

It was then that he realized he could see the city from where he stood, his height giving him a view to die for as he saw every block he recognized. His apartment building stood tall over the rest of the buildings around it, though he noticed how different it appeared the more he looked at it. The floor he used to live on had jumped up in size, making him wonder if every change made along the way had cemented itself into reality even though the idol was taking him far away from needing them. It gave him something to think about.

Then he saw the office building he worked at. Did he even have a job anymore? He still had his schooling, but would they even want someone like him working for them anymore? He hadn’t even pondered the thought as his transformation took place. What would he even look like doing data entry for a company he physically outsized? He’d have to do his work outside where he’d even have a change of fitting. And good luck trying to get him to abide by the company dress policy; he’d be lucky if he managed to get a tie wrapped around a neck that would make bulls jealous.

Man, his neck was massive. He started having trouble turning his head! Between those and his first set of pectorals, they were doing a good job of keeping them more and more trapped with every increase in size. Was that what the figure in the carving meant to be? He felt it more than a bit odd that someone would depict a being so egregiously thick that it had trouble moving around.

At least the rest of his range of motion wasn’t too impacted. He couldn’t help but see how well his arms moved, each limb able to tense into a gigantic dome that cast a tremendous shadow on the ground below. He felt one up with its partner, his pair of limbs working over themselves as he fully understood their enormity. Was he really enjoying this as much as his brain was telling him he was? That was a far cry from where he started before all this happened.

One thing that came with his increase in magnitude was the pleasure that came with his immense musculature rubbing against itself. His ballooning beef was far more sensitive than he initially realized it would be, and his body responded in kind by stirring his leviathan hog to life. That shaft easily outsized many structures that he’d come across, and he had to admit that he reveled in the feeling of it slithering up his shredded torso, getting him hornier than anything else he’d ever experienced in his life. Should he indulge?

Chime

That obelisk of his now shoved itself under the overhang of his bottom set of pectorals, the sensation driving him wild. He didn’t stop himself from letting a hand roam around the throbbing flesh, a claw tracing along the bumps that totally came with a dick like his, fingers getting coated in his viscous preseed. That translucent fluid poured from his cock in rivers.

That begged the question – how big had he gotten? He could barely see the landscape he stood on anymore, anything tall barely relevant to his gargantuan size. His muscle mass had ensured that his height wasn’t going to be the only dimension taking over his frame. Without even thinking about it his back became far more mountainous than anything the planet had ever seen, his traps rising as high as the base of his ears while his lats jutted wide into broad, flat sheets that were landmasses in their own right. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think he was the size of a damn continent, and a part of him got excited at the prospect.

Those arms of his benefited from the statue’s power, having become so bloated with might that neither pair could rest at anything more than a 45-degree angle, though he cared little about resting them. He was far too entranced with their immensity to let them do anything other than flex in front of him, watching each bicep tense into a wrecking ball capable of toppling even the biggest skyscrapers imaginable. Those were coupled with triceps like the biggest horseshoes found in the world, booming outward when made straight.

Having his ears on top of his skull gave him the best vantage point to hear his body creak from his megatons of muscle mass moving all at once, brushing past horns taller than the apartment building he used to live in. A quick shake of his head swayed the forest of a mane he grew that spread down his back, mingling with the spikes he’d gained to give him an imposing visage well worth that of a potential deity.

Moving his leg exerted more energy than the city’s electrical grid provided, yet he barely felt anything as he took a step that would be measured on seismographs all over the country. His hulking physique blocked out the sun for anything unfortunate enough to be caught underneath, the only view being his twin sets of chest boulders so swollen with size that all four of his nipples had to point straight down.

But he couldn’t ignore that imposing prick for long. Its monolithic size meant it weighed heavy from his crotch, his engorged balls scraping along the ground and filled to the brim with his monstrous cum. The sensations assaulted him from all over. His needs flourished in an inferno of arousal that he simply couldn’t avoid any longer. He had to shoot his first load as a monster.

The full size of his girthy spire made its presence known as it shot into his view, the head practically drooling with precum as it fell to the land below him in drops that flooded the valleys his clawed toes created. A lust-driven moan bellowed from his mouth as he gripped his turgid log of monstrous fuckmeat with his lower set of hands, the upper ones finding purchase on his thick upper nipples. His muzzle twisted into a sneer as the euphoric bliss rocked his behemothian body. All that ecstasy coursing through his veins had his tail wagging behind him in delight, flattening anything it contacted with a thundering slam.

He only then realized that he had no clue where he even was. The park was well off in the distance – he could see where he impacted the ground before – meaning this was out of city limits by some distance, especially considering what he saw of the park looked more like a patch of grass at his monumental size. It only egged him on further, knowing he was far and away the biggest thing around and the mountain range on the opposite side of him barely even mattered anymore. He had to bend down in order to scale them, and with his cumbersome muscle mass pressing against itself, he didn’t have any idea if that was possible for him anymore.

His lips smacked as he worked over his prodigious pillar, the fleshy mass spewing out more and more pre by the second, not stopping for anything as his body demanded the release. He let out a series of grunts that echoed throughout the land, each louder than the last as his urges became known to the wider world. He was a one-of-a-kind monster offering a one-of-a-kind show that was open to anyone who wanted to watch.

His brain still sometimes failed to register that he had two sets of arms as he only then realized how the top pair weren’t doing anything. That led him to grope more of his blimped form, feeling the shaggy fur between each of his fingers as his claws contoured around his various muscle groups. He couldn’t see them, but he could feel how the veins pumping blood to his colossal musculature snaked in all directions like roads on the most erotic map one could envision.

They migrated all over his bulging body, in love with the sensation of having so much of him to grab onto and squeeze, especially a rump as powerful as his. He never used to think about it much when he was still human, but glutes like those deserved the attention and he was sure to give them much in the future. They made for a nice place for his tail to rest on.

Electric shockwaves pulsed through his crotch cannon as he pumped away, his libido driving the speed of his hands. How good it felt to just let loose and enjoy the, well, blessings of the idol.

In shifting his position, his shins rubbed along the sides of his gurgling cum tanks, those pendulous orbs begging to be emptied the second his body was ready to let loose. Each of his orbs housed enough ballbatter to cover the city he used to live in a layer of spunk several metres deep, a thought unimaginable to him at any other point than this. Now he wanted to blast his jizz as much as he could. The alternative hurt too much to consider.

That shaft of his was far too big for his hands to encircle, but he didn’t even try as there was so much flesh for them to cover that they weren’t even touching despite how much real estate they were fondling. His rod throbbed at the anticipation of draining his balls.

At that point Tony was basically fucking his hands, his hips having taken over the action as his arousal skyrocketed. His claws scraped against the bumpy skin, eliciting a set of bleating moans that rhythmically sounded out over the landscape. He didn’t even know what noises he made, just that they heralded the culmination of his horniness providing him with his first orgasm as something other than human. If only everyone else could be so lucky.

With a mighty roar his cock erupted in a deluge of biblical proportions, his load coming out in multiple volleys that splashed against acres upon acres of dirt that carried the spunk to whatever basin attempted to corral it all. His eyes screwed shut so he couldn’t see any of this happening, but he certainly felt the relief wash over him as his testosterone factories exploded their produce up his throbbing cumpipe.

Shot after shot ejected from the tip of his dick, each landing kilometres away from his current position as they arced over the landscape. Every thrust of his hips ensured he emptied his balls as best he could, the sensation of release better than anything he’d experienced before. More and more of his cum both launched from his pole and splattered down his torso, pooling deeper than a lake at his feet, though he hardly felt it given his furry feet alone dwarfed most things.

The overwhelming pleasure of his climax felt like a punch to his very soul and it sent him flying backwards on his ass, the impact cratering the land as dust billowed out in every direction. That allowed his cock to fire directly up in the air, sending cum high above his head before coming back down to paint both his body and everything around him. His fur became matted with the sticky stuff, what felt like an ocean’s worth now dribbling down his enormous back through all the peaks and valleys his inconceivable mass provided. Was there anything else on the planet that could possibly compete with his size now? He doubted it.

His rear end squirmed under the weight of the rest of his mammothian body, each cheek weighing more than a freighter and displacing more fluid than one too. They dimpled as his full-body orgasm rocked him, his nerves electric from the sensation of release pummeling the pleasure centre of his brain. He groaned and moaned and begged for the feeling to continue, all four of his hands having gone to tame the beast between his swollen thighs.

So fat were his nuts that they could supply enough liquid to fill every mineshaft on the planet more than thrice over. His cock could drill for oil like a derrick, only to gush his creamy, white-hot load from the earth instead, far outpacing whatever manmade machinery could output. His output would be felt for miles around as every oil rig would geyser up his frothy ballbatter. It might be a good idea for people to discover something they could do with it all considering how much of it he can give.

His rain of cum splashed down on his face, filling his nostrils with its musky scent that he then inhaled, his lungs loaded with the intoxicating aroma that his body couldn’t get enough of. It encouraged him to stick out his broad tongue to capture as much of the stuff as he could, savouring in the taste that only a deific being like him could produce. Tasting his output was never something he’d thought about before, but it was something he would keep thinking about from now on.

But all that flexing kept pushing his first set of pectorals in front of his muzzle, higher than they naturally rested and further pushed up from the second set sitting underneath them. The musk that emanated from between the swollen mounds of beef enticed him to get closer, shoving his animalistic nose deep between them, burying it in all the fur crammed in the valley created by their sheer immensity. Those slabs housed what felt like atmospheres of his own monster musk, his tongue lashing through the hair to unearth more to fuel his libido even further, the fire of arousal raging ever harder inside him. His brain drowned in the stuff.

He’d become a machine, a biological one meant for both size and pleasure. His body constantly cried out for the ability to keep cumming as much as possible, being both the thing he was best at and the thing he wanted more of, his godly muscle mass relaying a lot of that pleasure to a megalithic spire that ancient civilizations would definitely worship. He found it funny how all of this only started making sense after he accepted it.

How long had it been since he started jerking off? Tony had no idea. He’d been firing off load after sticky load for what felt like several eternities, but for all he knew it could’ve only been a few minutes. If that was the case, then he was easily the most potent being in all of creation as the flood he created with his cum now contained a current that dragged more of the stuff away from him, a quick glance to the side showed it dragging his produce to an ocean. It made him wonder how much longer that would last, and if it would ever reverse course.

It seemed like he might not get the chance to find out as he felt the pressure in his balls begin to dwindle. His feet went and clasped onto those stuffed orbs to coax out as much jizz as they could, his hips bucking out what little remnants were left. He thought they were remnants, but each meagre drop could start a river on its own, the likes of which unheard of with human technology.

The last bit of cum flowed from the tip of his humongous cannon with a belch, splattering onto his balls that only felt empty for a split-second before starting the process of filling up again. They churned with the idea of providing more pleasure to indulge his insatiable sexual appetite with, the sound heard for miles around. It would be a little bit before then, however, as each nut on its side still towered over the tallest of skyscrapers. He didn’t mind; he could use a bit of a break before sending a torrent of his spunk across the landscape again.

He wondered what it would be like to bear witness to something like that.

Bill, meanwhile, hadn’t left his side for a second, though the power of the idol kept him oblivious to how extraordinary Tony’s transformation really was, still transfixed on the figure in his hands. “This thing certainly is neat. It’d be really cool if it did something though.”

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