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XIII: Titans and Tidal Waves Hal had never really swum in his life: the old river near Tuk was about as deep as a bathtub and just as dangerous, something children played in during hot summers. What surrounded him now was anything but a calm, peaceful stream of water: raging tides, waves taller than houses, currents strong enough to topple mighty vessels. At first, he'd been afraid of the vast depths beneath him, dark, dangerous, but after a few hours he had grown accustomed to their presence and instead had begun to enjoy the freedom of movement. Sure, being huge, massive and heavy had great meaning for him, to feel his paws crush trees, to feel the tug of his huge sack dragged behind him, so heavy it dug trenches, to feel the weight of gravity pulling down his erection, forcing him to flex constantly, it made him feel powerful, strong. The waters, however, granted him freedom like no other, the bliss of the support of the currents and the lack of anything around him meant he could go as fast as he wished, jumping out of the ocean and diving back in with huge splashes that displaced enough ocean to flood a city or two had he been close to a coast. He could dive deep and let his weight drag him down, then swim back up in ways that flying couldn't quite capture. And he was fast, so very fast: his body had streamlined, his wings turned into a second set of forelimbs to navigate the dense ocean water, all the muscles in his massive, well over six hundred feet of height and twice that in length compressed and compacted. He looked lither, smaller if just by a little bit, but all of his strength and power was still very much present. As he swam, freely rising and falling within the uppermost strata of the dark ocean, he headed ever further from the mainland, the mountains soon disappearing behind him, behind the horizon, his mind guided by that strange call he'd heard before. For a time, he was alone, then he found many schools of fish and other ocean creatures, who regarded him with great disinterest until he passed by them, leaving a great trail of dissolving cum in his wake. All of the grime, sweat, cum, juices that collected upon him were slowly being taken by the water, letting them mix in a ten mile-long trail of saltier fluids within which whatever swam was affected by his blossoming godly powers. The very essence he was shedding made fish grow, dolphins and whales swell in size as the pheromones laden in that murkier trail of water seeped within their flesh and brought them to arousal in moments, cocks slipping out of hidden slits before plunging into maws and vents to celebrate the arrival of the godling in the ocean. Even those above the waters weren't spared his influence. A small trading vessel, small compared to him at least, saw the dark shape he cast from beneath and prepared for an attack, guns and cannons at the ready, but no attack came of course, only a huge wave of displaced ocean that rocked the ship back and forth. All three masts creaked and swayed, threatening to snap as the water roiled under the keel, though that too passed soon enough. What remained behind even after Hal had left and dove deeper down, was the trail of white froth, some of which had spilled over the deck and was having great effects on the sailors. Pants were discarded, tits bared under the noon sun, cocks throbbed so hard they ripped through underwear right before plunging into asses and pussies alike. Ever deeper, Hal missed the sounds of clapping and moans, the smells of cum spreading over the deck, for he was now diving towards the source of that call. Still, his essence could not be diluted, no matter how much the ocean tried to spread it and thin it down to nothing. It reached the shores of a dozen different countries over the course of the following days, bringing arousal, lust and an explosion in pregnancies among all seafaring folk and those who lived close enough to the sea to feel the need to fuck and breed in the wind that blew from the coastline. But that, of course, was just the cum on his body: his slit, in the meantime, had kept oozing a thick trail, leaking all that his overstuffed internal testes couldn't hold, a potent, dense deluge of impregnating batter that was even harder to dilute. Heeding the call, Hal swam ever deeper, disappearing completely from the surface world, welcomed by the cold waters a mile below the lapping waves. Kept warm by his own heat, the dragon hardly felt the chill of where the sun never fully reached, though the pressure of the water was quickly becoming something very much hard to fight. The weight of billions of tons of water attempted to crush him, but his body, moulded to be the apex of what the land-dwelling species could ever hope to achieve, enhanced by godly magics, simply adapted, shrinking a bit as muscles and bone compacted and thickened to withstand all those atmospheres of pressure. When he finally reached the very bottom of the ocean, he'd lost a mere fifteen feet in height, nothing to be concerned about given his massive size. Yet, seeing the things that swam around him, Hal still felt somewhat small: he'd heard, once upon a time, that the ocean was where the truly big things lived, for gravity was a suggestion and there was endless space to expand in. Land had to contend with mountains and rivers, settlements one had to walk or fly around, but here, miles below the surface, there was so much freedom to move. Above him swam a whale, or at least he imagined it to be a whale, roughly twice as tall and four times as long, a titan that would've caused endless chaos if it were to move out of those inky depths, but that here was just one of many similarly sized beings and not one to be all too shocked about. What he found himself surprised to see was the lights: luminescent plants everywhere infused the water with colours, giving the cold ocean a festive feeling as algae danced in the lazy currents down below. And right in those algae he noticed movement, purposeful movement. For a moment he was on guard, but as a muzzle with eyes that betrayed great intelligence emerged, along with a whole lot of what his senses said was another dragon, or to be precise, a marine dragoness. The next thing he noticed was that he was... small, compared to her. Sure, he had shrunk a few feet but that was hardly noticeable. Still, the dragoness was easily twice his size, over a thousand feet tall and well over that in length, big, with strong fins and a neck that never seemed to end, a curious gaze and quite the curves on her. She approached, slowly, then felt that he too was of her kin, though not quite the same. Her gills flared and she closed in. Bright emerald scales peppered with luminescent spots that formed something akin to tattoos across her entire gar "What a curious little thing you are, young one." She mused. "I'd hardly call myself young, I'm fully grown." Hal replied and she seemed obviously not convinced. "I come from the land beyond the ocean, growing big up there is... not quite as easy." He shrugged and approached, pushing himself through the water with his webbed paws. That too made her curious. "A land dragon? This is not the place where you ought to be. It is far too dangerous for you small ones." She rolled her eyes and pushed herself forward, her tail making her dash and soar through the water like an arrow through the air. Unlike Hal, she was in her element and where she'd grown up, which made him look like a newborn calf trying to walk for the first time. "It is clear you're not... meant to be here." "Well, someone invited me here, I just have to find who it was and where exactly I'm supposed to go." As the dragoness perched herself atop a large pillar of rock encrusted with corals, Hal climbed up and approached her. "I'd be grateful if you could help." "Mh, I'm not too sure about that, I don't even think you're a proper dragon, much less you being invited here." She looked down on him with all her size, her neck stretching to get her eyes as close as they could go. "That being said, I was told to come here and meet someone, which I did and that's... too convenient to be purely coincidence." She mused, eyeing him closely. "Fine, I'll assume you're the one I must contact but I am not fully trusting you. Stay still, I need to see if you are indeed dragonkin. If that's the case, I'll bring you to an elder as per my instructions." Hal let her, it was her turf, her home after all, and he needed to think of a way to get where he needed to be. Unfortunately, he had nothing to offer her to grease the wheels of this process but his own body, though he trusted his own budding divinity and his virility. If he wasn't considered dragon enough to be taken to someone with authority, then... might as well not bother with this whole invitation. The dragoness explored his form, taking in his muscles, far too prominent for a water dragon, the way his mane swayed in the current, and soon enough, she noticed the constant stream of oozing cum that leaked from his newly grown slit. A quick taste of the waters that were growing clouded with all that thick, insoluble cum, made her more than simply aware of the fact that what Hal had said about his age was indeed true. While that part reassured her that he was not a lost child, that realization also came with a good mouthful of seed that washed over her tongue, and as soon as that happened, the hyperactive sperm swimming inside that thick brew began to writhe and squirm. Suddenly the dragoness was tasting prime breeder batter, something that was so dense it remained on her buds even after she'd swallowed a few times. The more she gulped, the more she felt that gooey concoction grow in thickness and potency. In less than a minute, she was feeling hot and needy, something Hal did not miss. He smiled and flexed his pelvis muscles, letting out a few dozen feet of cock, or rather cocks, from his slit, right when her snout was inching towards that part of his body, drawn between his legs by the constant stream of cum. The twin pink shafts brought forth a deluge of trapped spunk, a white cloud that spread around him, writhing and squirming. "Dragon enough for you?" He smiled, proud of the reaction she was having to his seed. Shame that the water masked his musk so badly, otherwise she'd have never doubted his belonging to dragonkind. "Or do I need to go further?" She said nothing, her mouth opening and closing as cummy water rushed in and out, a sign he took that he was free to do as he pleased. With a soft grunt, Hal flexed his muscles again and let his cocks surge out of his slit in their full glory. It felt weird, to have not one but two cocks, it was so much more intense than when he had a sheath because there is only so much space between his legs before the entirety of his slit had to stretch wider and wider. And that was long before he'd gotten more than a third of the way through his growing erections. Despite him having shrunk, the ratio of shaft to dragon was the same, it was all simply compacted down and hidden inside his slit rather than being fully manifested in a sheath that scraped the ground and balls that towered over himself. There was so much cock packed inside him, far too much, that much she knew. He was half her size and the two huge pink spires rocketing out of his slit are already as long as one of her bigger fins, and there's two of them. As if that was not enough, those cocks seemed to be aware of her snout being so close and squirmed towards her, wrapping their soft-yet-firm flesh over her nose and squeeze, throb and slide over her nares, around her lips, smearing her scales with cum and something that her brain registers as literal liquid virility. She opened her maw and in less than a second, she found it full of cock as one shoved itself past her lips and down her throat. Hundreds of feet of cock barrel down her gullet, hundreds more are left outside as somehow more was still coming out of that little male's unnaturally packed slit. If he was just obscenely big, she might be able to contend with the notion, but he is ripe, he tastes like cum, pussy, he's got that dense taste that only those who breed, not simply fuck, have. The taste of someone who has sired more children than is reasonable. Hal murred as he directed one of his cocks to slide as deep as it can go into her gullet, her throat supple and soft, her tongue squirming under his flesh as the other cock wraps around her snout and makes sure her mouth is clamped down on his other spire as cum erupts in thick blasts. The lazy stream he'd been leaking up until that point was no more, now his taint pumped enough cum with enough force that the jets of breeder batter travel far even under the many hundreds of atmospheres of pressure weighting down on his body. It was as if an underwater volcano had broken through the crust, dumping plumes of superheated matter into the cold depths. With one cock out and one cock in, Hal turned around, almost climbing onto her muzzle and resting on her head, his shafts making her moan and gulp down around the insertion of his musky, slick, salty cockflesh while the other shaft squirmed all over her muzzle before joining the other inside her maw. The dragoness' lips were spread so very wide, jaw hanging open as the two ripe pillars of flesh had a combined girth of hundreds of feet and were long enough to bulge her throat, dumping enough cum that even her large form was quickly growing into a paunch. But of course, this was not enough, she deserved better than just a stomach full of cum, and so he pulled back. The dragoness need not to pant to breathe in, gills did that for her if she needed, but she still looked flushed and overwhelmed as she blinked and swallowed more cum-infused water, her body losing its footing for a moment, slipping down the pillar of rock before catching herself. The stone shook and bits crumbled, but she held on and looked down at him, her gaze pensive, her loins on fire as the virile essence of his seed made her lust bubble up. He was dragonkin, that was no more in doubt but now that she'd verified it... she wanted him, badly. Whatever this little male had to offer to be invited, she was sure it was his virility and she'd get the first taste, protocol and tradition be damned. With great ease, the thirteen-hundred-foot-tall dragoness spun on herself and landed back first on the pillar, baring a smooth belly framing what could easily be described as a canyon right where her pelvic fins emerged from her body. Her slit was a massive, slightly flushed, hungry-looking chasm from which oozed her own arousal, her lips puffy, opening and closing with each flex of those fins. Hal wasted no time, throwing himself upon that slit, burying his snout first to sample her sex and flavour, repaying her in kind as she still tasted his cockflesh upon her tongue. She had a rich, potent fragrance, a taste that riled him up, exotic, new, dense. It was like savouring concentrated cocktail of pheromones, lust and need. Her pussy was deep, cavernous, big enough that he guessed he could crawl inside and disappear. And for a moment, he was tempted to do so, to delve deep into her and shove his cocks directly into her womb, but he knew that'd be a waste of so much good pussy to fill. He pulled his head back, covered in juices, licking his lips before climbing above her, swimming far enough to get some distance before plunging down, his cocks wrapping around each other in a spiral, thicker, girthier singular beast of a pillar of breeder flesh and sunk inside her. The dragoness moaned, arching her back, feeling her depths spread, invaded, taken. For her, he might've been small, but the shafts stuffed inside her were still so long they reached his collarbone, no, even longer, and that was simply outlandish, impossible. Yet she felt them go deep, stretching her, shafts hundreds, many hundreds of feet long, an endless advance of squirming cockflesh that she'd never felt before in her entire life. His slit kissed hers after cramming all that cock, and, for the first time in a while, Hal hadn't breached into her womb right away, only the very tips were teasing the cervix at the end of that cavernous tunnel. The feeling of not stretching someone to impossible sizes was tantalizing, arousing, new, he could afford to pump and cum and grow within that trench-like pussy. Hal licked his chops and began to fuck her, his flesh surrounded by endlessly squirming and twitching walls of dragon vent, his cocks encased fully within her with room to move, to flex, to split and spread her even wider as cum was belched from his twin cum-pipes. A couple million gallons of cum had already been spilled and still there was so much room left to fill inside her, which only spurred him to pump harder, not caring much about limits or restraint, for she was so big and strong and aroused. The water slowed him down greatly: it was so dense and heavy around him that each thrust was a workout of a difficulty so great he had never needed to put so much effort into before. He desired to breed her harder, to go faster, deeper, to feel the full extent of her pussy stretch around his girths and to breach into her womb, to have his cocks kiss the back of that eager, clearly wanting egg chamber like he did with all the other females and herms that had come before her. And so his body began to adapt, quietly, efficiently acknowledging his demands and desires, matching his need to show her his full prowess and virility even under such harsh environmental restraints. At first it was simply a ripple that began at the end of his tail tip and ended at the tip of his snout, like a wave encompassing his scales, invisible and undetectable by the two rutting beasts, their grunts and moans and the force of their hips crashing into each other distracting their senses, hiding Hal's growth. After that quiet wave was a more visible, palpable stretch: his bones lengthened, his muscles grew bigger to adapt to a quickly bloating frame, feet of height and length packed in mere seconds that made him look even thinner before titanium-strong bundles of muscle fibres matched that frame. He regained the lost size in less than ten seconds, packed more and more and more as the moments passed, each thrust, each pump of his hips translated in a dozen feet of height gained, twice that in length, mass blossoming from nowhere out of sheer will to grow and fuck harder. His growing power made breeding her easier, more satisfying, more suitable for his stature and his title. The crashing of hips made the rock pillar shake and wobble, the multi-thousand-foot-tall column soon grew unable to fully withstand his thrusting, his weight and his mass. The dragoness was overwhelmed at first, he was big certainly, fucked like he needed to knock her up, but he was still so small compared to her, there was only so much he could do. But at time went on, he started to truly handle her like one of her kin, like a proper sea dragon, like someone her size, which was making her unable to handle the full brunt of the land dragon's lust. He weighted more, he thrust harder, he felt stronger, which was both a boon and a curse because space over that stone tower was running scarce. And still he continued to grow, relishing the slipperiness, depth and great vastness of her pussy as he breached the eight hundred foot mark, then nine hundred, a thousand. If he'd been above the water, the sounds of his growth would've been as loud as thunder, but down below they manifested as waves of displaced water that exploded for miles around his swelling body. He'd never been bigger than this, and he still had much left to grow, so much more to grow, so much to expand in all directions. Muscles filled in wherever they could, in places and hidden corners of his body that he knew couldn't fit that much raw power before but that so much height and mass finally allowed him to achieve. The pillar shook and crumbled in bits and pieces big enough to crush entire mansions but still held on even as Hal grew to fully match her size after what was a relatively short time of explosive, mind-numbing growth speed. Over thirteen hundred feet tall, a beast so large he felt dizzy just by looking over the vastness of his body, each of his paws could squash a small village, his teeth were taller than lookout towers, his scales so wide they could be used to build mighty castle walls, a single muscle bundle was thicker than a bridge cable, his chest wide enough to be a field upon which to build homes, but part of him still left to be desired. There was still so much left to grow. He did not want to be merely as big as she was, that'd be a shame, a missed opportunity, so he continued to grow, packing on more weight, more mass, more size, more muscle, more bones, scales bigger still, his limbs girthier than millennia-old trees. More and more he wished to grow, for the ocean was boundless and he was eager to achieve something truly great. Another hundred feet in height and two in length were added before the rest of him, those parts neglected by his need to match the dragoness wrapped around his cocks, decided they'd been ignored long enough. The fourteen hundred foot tall, nearly three thousand foot long dragon felt something shift dramatically inside his body. His balls, internal now, but very much present, merely hidden, swelled to fill in the space they deserved, bloating twice, thrice, four times their size, and instantly all the cum he'd spilled inside her was replaced, multiplied. The weight of those orbs, churning away inside his body, was so great the entire pillar wobbled and shook, tipping to the right before stabilizing, but just momentarily. His cum surged through his inner plumbing, millions upon millions of gallons of hypervirile cum gushed out of his cocks, twin streams so great they impacted the door to her womb with the power of a small meteor. The hit made her orgasm, as the battering of those geysers of nut hammered at her sanctum, demanding passage and the right to knock her up. The seed itself thickened manyfold, the sperm count blew up like a rising star, quadrillions of eager swimmers begging to be used, to knock up and impregnate legions. But the increased flow, a dozen times greater than before, meant that without appropriately sized cocks, all of that batter, all that cum, was destined to stay inside him, which was truly unacceptable. His shafts stretched, creaked, lengthened. Both of them felt it, far more intense than just the excessive increased flow of cum from his overstuffed testes: she felt him grow bigger, longer, harder and thicker while deep inside her, each time he pulled back there was more and more and more cock left inside her vent, each time he pushed forward there was more cock banging against her cervix until there was no more space and her innermost chamber was opened to the invader, alongside a torrential deluge of cum right inside her womb; he felt her grow tighter, smaller, less cavernous, his cocks squeezed by her pussy walls harder than all the tons of pressure of the ocean above. Hal felt the urge to fuck harder, to truly breed, to satisfy that need, and he waited no time to do so. With all of his size, with two cocks that were now almost three thousand feet long, as long as he was, he began to properly turn this dragoness into a broodmother. Her womb was breached, taken, claimed, his four forelimbs keeping her firmly anchored on his cocks as he roared hard enough for the supersonic detonation to shatter rock and coral, spreading for miles and miles around him, causing the already unstable pillar to collapse in a pile of rubble, the two of them falling alongside it before resuming their titanic rut on the bottom of the ocean floor. The impacts of his thrusts cracked the crust, bubbles appear in a web that spreads far and wide, more pillars toppled as his tail whipped slowly but with enough strength to turn even those mighty towers into little more than rubble covered in corals. His cocks stretched her skin, filled her out, pumped her full of cum, two immense, writhing, squirming monster of breeder flesh meant to stuff and belch untold amounts of cum. And that they did, when he came at long last. The ocean floor quaked and rumbled, bubbles rising up into the water to rise even higher, carrying water infused with enough spilled cum to impregnate entire countries as Hal bred her womb into a growing, swelling, sloshing blimp that was quickly becoming bigger than herself. Countless gallons of the thickest, most virile cum were crammed into her, his girth keeping her mostly stuffed, the taste of his cocks and cum from earlier aiding her into producing eggs by the hundreds, thousands, multiple thousands to attempt in vain to match the sheer output of cum being spat out by the twin spires into her waiting womb. She came with him, in part as her womb was filled and stuffed with enough cum to turn the floor into a murky landscape, in part because that nagging, needy sensation that was born as her female instincts began to demand her carry his offspring was finally sated when the tingling of fertilized eggs was made manifest. She shouldn't even be able to feel that, it was impossible, not something that was normal, she'd had clutches before, many, she'd sired close to a hundred eggs over the years but the sheer activity, the amount of cum sloshing inside her womb, a womb that was growing bigger with each single spurt of each of his cocks, the power of that seed... she knew she was meant to feel him knock her up. His cumshots continued on for what felt like hours, maybe it actually was hours, she did not know and did not want to know, for each time his cocks belched a new pillar of cum into her she came and felt her body sing with the joys of the greatest pregnancy of her life growing even more intense. There was no way to stop him, not that she wanted to or even could, for Hal was deep in a breeding trance, rutting her so hard the ocean crust continued to crack. Geysers of superheated water rose up, carrying with them millions of gallons of hypervirile cum all the way up to the surface, columns of murky waters filled with more sperm than entire countries could deal with. Currents spread that sludge further still, his reach spreading ever further, slowly but surely staking a claim over countless square miles of ocean and land as his essence seeped into reservoirs, lakes and coastlines. And below the waters, he continued to cum, pumping her so full she soon was more of a blimp than a dragoness, her womb beyond stuff, her pussy well past abused and sore, her ovaries so overworked their production was beginning to slow down and soon after, she had no more ova to give for him to fertilize and turn into legions of his bastard offspring. He wished he could see his balls churn and heave, his taint swell and contract, but couldn't, yet the pleasure remained and his lust, not to mention his virility, was untouched, undiminished, unwavering in its greatness and so he fucked, bred, thrust and pumped until a full square mile of crust around him was an off-white, cum-infused landscape dominated by a single titanic bloated belly that just so happened to be attached to a singular dragoness who had long since fainted from the overwhelming orgasms his relentless rutting gave her. The instant he pulled out, a pillar of cum gushed out of her vent before the sheer thickness of his load made it impossible for even the great pressure stored into that womb to fully empty, leaving the female full, stuffed and likely to grow even more pregnant as soon as her body found a way to use his abundant seed to force itself to make even more ova for his sperm to impregnate. Satisfied, Hal licked his chops, admiring his newfound size and the strength he had gained, flexing hidden muscles that were so thick and mighty they could hold bridges that spanned entire chasms with ease. He felt... right, like this was how he was supposed to be, the natural, rightful state of his being: big, huge, horny. Sure, he'd been big all along, he'd grown bigger, he had sired thousands upon thousands of offspring, tens of thousands likely, some without even being there. His mere presence caused wombs to drop ova and for males to grow aroused and more virile but... it was not enough. Now he knew, now he realized just how much more... more he could be. A thousand and three hundred feet tall, three thousand feet long... that just wouldn't do. He'd tasted the wonders of unrestrained growth and now he craved it again. His body demanded to become bigger, his soul ached for that blissful release as if he wasn't merely growing but decompressing into what he was supposed to be. But for that there were many loose ends that needed to be tied up, first of all, the legion of eggs he carried within himself, for if he grew too much, he'd not feel the pleasure of having his rump stretched by those countless lives he'd brewed in his guts for weeks, months, years. Hal watched over the cumflated dragoness and witnessed her belly keep growing as his seed made her eggs develop at breakneck speed, his own clutches now eager to be laid. He spread his legs and lifted his huge, river-sized tail and pushed, using all the unnatural control over his body to make himself lay and deliver the special clutches he decided to bear within himself. At first he thought he'd have an easy time but, alas, it seemed that the eggs had grown with him, matching his every growth in size. The first one spread his rump wider than expected, causing him to moan and grunt, his cocks wrapping around each other as he used one immense pillar of cockflesh to masturbate the other, jets of superdense cum rocketing out of his tips and further adding to the chaotic cumscape around him. The egg thumped on the cracked crust as the next immediately followed, then a third, fourth, each the size of a whole house, several times as big as he used to be back when he'd first been blessed by the gods. They were huge eggs, many tens of feet in length and diameter, heavy with life, eager to hatch. Yet their weight was not an issue as they, one by one, began to rise up, carried by the same heated geysers his rut had created, brought up to the surface world and soon disseminated across all the lands that currents could touch. Fifty eggs, a hundred, each a bit bigger than the last, each stretching his vent wider, each heavier and thicker, each making his cocks belch with great spurts of cum that reached further and further into the pressure-heavy environment of the ocean floor. In a weird way, he was greatly enjoying the process: the way those eggs pushed on his prostate, the way they stretched him, giving him just enough time to close before the next one made its way out of his body and landed among a growing number of similarly sized shapes. Segmentium's had his scale colour, Arreghor's were smaller but just as numerous, each giving him pleasant memories to think about, each making him groan in pleasure, each bringing him closer to... something. One hundred, two hundred, three, four, nearly a thousand eggs spilled from him into the ocean, more than even some great broodmothers could claim to have sired over an entire lifetime, and still he continued, moaning, groaning, cumming freely as he relished the feeling of doing his part to increase his own offspring count in novel ways. And, with such relief and pleasure, came more growth, slower than before but undeniable growth once more. Feet turned into yards and further beyond, his body stretching and swelling, fattening with muscle and scale and thick hide until he was fifteen hundred feet tall, his body bulky, heavier than ever, stronger than ever. As the two thousandth egg slipped out of him onto the now egg-covered seafloor, Hal felt light and empty, yet full at the same time despite his balls having drained so much cum to have turned everything around him pure white, so much so that even the underwater currents were unable to budge so much thick seed in any way. Murring with satisfaction, Hal focused on that call he'd heard before, and followed it once more, his senses even sharper and more attuned to this hostile environment. The call came from deeper still, in the very heart of a trench that led into the bowels of the ocean, a gash that was tens, maybe hundreds of miles long and two miles wide in its narrowest part, from which bubbled volcanoes of molten lava. The heat was such that even the cold ocean felt like a sauna to the powerful breeder. He had thought the large flat area he'd so diligently covered in what might have easily been over a billion gallons of his cum was the bottom of the ocean, that he'd reached the deepest place the world could create, and now he was proven wrong. Yet instead of feeling worried or afraid, there was excitement bristling in his loins and his heart, for there was so much more to discover. From the edge of that endless abyss emerged a paw and then another, webbed and with fluorescent strips, much like the dragoness' from before, only bigger still. After that came another paw and not one but two pairs of eyes attached to a gargantuan head that once more made him feel so tiny and inadequate. "Follow." Said the behemoth, all of its eyes locked onto Hal. "Where?" He replied. "The Empress wants to meet you. She is... eager." The beast said, one pair of eyes now looking at the advancing tide of cummy water behind the land-dweller. "She has long sought a good mate, you shall do." And after that, the behemoth turned around, his body so large it needed whole seconds just to spin and aim downwards before dashing with speed unbecoming of his bulk. With a smile on his muzzle and a trail of milky white water behind, he jumped into the chasm, the trench that called him like a siren calls upon sailors. Pressure grew even more, squeezing, attempting to crush his body into nothingness, but he was now acclimated to the weight of the ocean and had grown strong, durable, mighty. And despite that, the sheer density of the water was such that he struggled to move as fast as the titan he was following. The heat grew and grew, as did the weight on his body. At one point, halfway down the trench, he felt something inside him shift and change, some need to defy the very nature of the world, a desire to show that he was not so easily bullied by mere water and a couple thousand atmospheres of pressure. His growth was thus not fuelled by arousal or lust, but pride, need and the search for power and might, something that was new to him in more ways than one, and it felt heavenly. Muscles thickened yet again, scales widened and grew layers of heat-resistant plate, his tendons stronger than titanium as bones gained hardness greater than adamantium. Hal expanded, his bulk multiplied, his raw power exploded until he was swimming through the water with ease. Fifteen hundred feet tall, two thousand, two thousand five hundred, more than four times as tall as he'd been when he'd entered the ocean. And still, he had more to grow. The titan before him looked less immense now, still huge, but not quite as imposing. And so Hal kept growing, bigger, stronger, bulkier, packing on everything from muscle to bone to sheer raw physical strength until he felt like he could crack mountains with a single swipe. Two thousand six hundred, three thousand feet tall, again, two times as long. The process was orgasmic in its intensity, his whole being singing as the sounds of his bones and muscles stretching to fill in the gap between his current form and what he desired echoed far and wide, the two walls of the trench making them bounce off and meet once again in the middle with such force it was as if a horde of dragons were all roaring to celebrate the king's growth. And, as consequence of so much mass being crafted out of nowhere, untold tons of water were displaced, surging in all directions, rising higher, creating localized tsunamis that spread in all directions, all because of his unrestrained growth. Like bombs detonated within the depths, his gains were causing ripples and disturbed the entire oceanic ecosystem for dozens of miles around him. As the trench floor approached, the guide slowed down and so did Hal, struggling quite a lot to halt the momentum of his gargantuan form. The impact rocked the very core of the trench, cracks spreading far and wide, his muscles straining to lift him back up before power welled up from deep within his soul and made him as strong as he needed to be to march onward. He still felt unsatisfied, lacking, he wanted more time to keep growing, to scratch at the itch inside his mind and body, to achieve greatness. Despite being well over fifteen miles under the surface, Hal was hardly any more uncomfortable than when he first dipped his toes in the ocean. Still, the pressure was so great only he and the other dragon, who remained somewhat larger than him still, could withstand. No coral nor schools of fish were visible, only the hardiest of weeds that emitted a pale light while feeding on underwater magma chambers could survive. And, of course, groups of titanic dragons who approached with curiosity. He was, after all, clearly a stranger in their land and he was covered in what was undoubtedly enough cum to muddy the already dense water around his body and turn them murky as if a white volcano had erupted deep under the crust. Hla marched on, swimming where the ground made way for huge gashes of bubbling magma that quickly cooled and turned to stone, the heat unbearable, the weight of the ocean crushing. Down there, despite him being so tall, he was just another one of many dozens of equally immense dragons, an entire population of behemoths so large that only one of them would've singlehandedly dominated the surface world by sheer might alone. Yet such a recluse people were not meant to dominate or conquer, but idly live in the darkness, growing slowly and enjoying their existence far from war, taxes and the clutches of gravity. Excitement was thick, palpable, a potent coat that was infused in the very currents, a tide that flowed without end from the greatest caves in the underwater palace he was now treading through. Pillars miles tall held up a roof encrusted with gems formed in the very core of the planet, seams of gold and adamantine. There was enough wealth in this place to buy continents and the one who dominated over everything seemed to care not for it. "Welcome, land-strider, to my humble abode." The Empress put everything he'd seen up to that point to utter shame because her size was so great that even the cave her throne room had been made from looked sort of cramped. Stuck between mighty pillars, the dragoness was... words didn't quite manage to describe her immensity: she was likely close to a mile tall, likely more give that at that scale measurements were more and more useless, so long her sinuous body stretched as far as he could see, slithering between many pillars, looking no less mighty than a deity descended upon the world. Her body was so huge she had multiple sets of fins, her gills were trenches where one could build entire castles, her eyes moons, her every breath so monumental it was akin to titanic waves rising up and crashing down. She was magnificent in the way a mountain range is, though mountains hardly looked at a dragon with hunger, lust and interest. The empress had grace, power, size and did not hide it, she relished in it, and she had the right to do so, for she was immense. Hal's lust was something of a force of nature, his will to fuck and breed akin to a storm that blanketed the lands he treated upon, but hers... that thick, dense lust spilling from a slit many hundreds of feet wide, so puffy it was a hill of flesh eager to be penetrated and filled, it was like a tsunami. He could flood entire valleys, replace lakes with his seed, but he felt like she could wave a fin and cover entire countries. He was minuscule and it only stoked his need to grow even more. Already so big and still so small, it was wonderful, perfect and just what he craved. "Thank you, my lady." He bowed lightly. "What made you decide to call upon me? To invite me here?" "Must I really say it?" She looked more amused than offended, smiling with a set of teeth taller than castle towers. "So be it, little one." With grace unbecoming of her size, she approached. So close she was that her muzzle eclipsed everything in front of Hal: he could see her and only her. When she fully stopped, there were only a few dozen yards of space between them, which, at their sizes, was akin to her pressing her snout to his. "My breeding season has come yet again, and I have been seeking for a worthy male to breed me but... it has been two thousand years since someone has been deemed to be decent enough to make me become a mother, their seed, their maleness, their virility has been lacking for so long I no longer remember the feeling of cumming from a male mounting me. So, colour me surprised when a vision from the gods told me there was a promising candidate, on land of all places." "Oh? Didn't expect the gods to be so... upfront." He mused. "Well, I'm told you have done quite the job up on the surface which is certainly something I am interested in. Sadly, you were rather too small for my tastes, which is why I sent one of my people to welcome you and... set you on a path to growing big enough to satisfy my needs." She licked her lips with hunger. "You have done great in putting on some proper size but... there is much left to do." It was as if she read his mind, the way she spoke, teasing at Hal's need to become bigger. "But this will do for now. Hopefully you can pick up the slack and prove that you can please a bigger female with refined tastes." "The welcoming party is currently extremely pregnant and about three times her size in womb alone." Hal said with pride and no small amount of lust. "Oh I saw, but you seem to not understand what I require of you, little one: I don't just want to become a mother, no, I must catch up on two thousand years of missed breeding and if I must drain your balls dry to achieve my goals of becoming the greatest mother on the planet, then so shall it be." She pulled back and swam around him, so fast her body became a wall surrounding him in all directions. "I thought of saving myself up for a worthy male, someone who was good enough, but all of my kin have fallen short of my requirements. The gods themselves have told me you are what I seek and you will satisfy my craving or I will raze the surface until only ocean remains." She huffed with frustration and unrepressed need. "I'll do my best, my lady." "Please, call me Elthara, we're here for pleasure, not business. You're about to shove that fat cock of yours inside me and knock me up, no need to be so formal." Elthara murred. "Now come here, I am to inspect the goods before beginning." Already his cocks were stirring, spilling from his slit like rockets, there was so much of his maleness to reveal that countless yards surged out of his body, hundreds of feet in instants, a thousand in less than forty seconds, two, three thousand feet of cock and still more desperately craved to emerge. The twin shafts stopped their rapid, breakneck growth at a little under five thousand feet long, more cock than was right for him to have, for anyone to have. And that was for just one cock. Twice that was bared for the empress, each of his shafts more than whatever any other male down in the depths were even meant to be equipped with. From each of those nearly mile long cocks surged what was likely millions of gallons of pure, womb-busting cum, so virile even the immense heat was unable to keep it at bay, magma cooling slightly as it covered the floor in great, ten-second long bursts that would've filled entire lakes had he had the chance to dump it all on the surface. Elthara murred with immense lust, her pussy twitching madly, her juices overflowing as the small-yet-impossibly hung land dragon approached her sinuous neck. Despite her regal behaviour, despite her status, it was clear she wanted nothing more than to gorge herself on his cocks, to milk and to drain him. Her maw shot open as soon as he was close enough, her lips guiding one of those mile-long cocks into her gullet as feet of cum-covered shaft invaded her throat by the hundreds of feet with every single gulp of her ravenous hunger. Hal had to stifle a moan: he could feel every inch of his shaft pleasured by her rippling gullet, the warmth of it, the sheer depth of it, the way she'd crammed more cock than he'd ever had until that point into her stomach within less than thirty seconds. It was almost too much, almost. Already he knew she was enjoying herself in the taste of his flesh, in the thickness of his cock, in the way his length surged, throbbed and squirmed in her gullet and dumped million of gallons of sperm-packed cum into her stomach. Yet she was not lost in the wonders of his cock, her nobility and millennia of lacking partners had made her expectations so high and her libido so great that merely shoving five thousand feet of cock was nowhere near enough. He held on, gritting his teeth and moving his other cock so that he could shove that one down her throat as well before she could stop him. Elthara shot him an amused look, as if she was enjoying the attempt to dominate her, the Empress of the dragons who ruled the entirety of the oceans, a concept that was clearly foreign to her. Yet it was exactly what she'd sought for long: a male who could, in some way, make her the broodmother she desperately wanted to be, not just attempt to knock her up and leave her dissatisfied. She let him do as he wished, her jaw relaxing as the other half of Hal's twin cocks slid down her gullet, stretching her throat so wide it had easily tripled in size just from the sheer mass of his spires. With determination, excitement and a need to fuck and breed that was bordering on madness, Hal put everything he had into anchoring himself on the lava-covered ground and began to facefuck Elthara into acknowledging his virility. The lava plates cracked and leaked boiling magma, his tail slamming into the crust as his crotch crashed into her snout, his twin cocks wrapping around each other, working as a single entity while the tips sprayed her stomach with untold gallons of cum every second. He pumped, thrust and ground his slit onto her nares, unsure if the Empress could smell the pheromones and the musk with so much of the water being infused with years, decades, centuries of her lust. Her throat danced, her tongue squirmed, her eyes held amusement and enjoyment as he wildly pumped his hips and put all of his skill and power into breeding her gullet into submission. She swallowed, she gulped, she squeezed, but he held on and continued to pump, thrust and grind. Fighting against the pressure of the ocean was a hard task, with thousands of atmospheres of pressure above him, with water so dense and heavy it should've behaved more like a solid thing than a fluid, but he did, and he did so with the power to send cracks in the hardened rock floor. The scale of his breeding was on another level, and not just because of the tripling of his size, but simply because, deep down, Hal knew this female wanted everything he had and nothing less would do. She was big, she was horny and she could take his cocks with ease, at least down her throat. His cum bubbled like honey from his taint, rushing along with speed that might've been impressive but that wasn't fast enough to instantly go from one end to the other, millions, tens of millions of gallons of cum travelling a mile of cock, a distance so long it took minutes before the first rope of his cumshot to spill from his tips into her stomach. The impact of nearly twenty million gallons of raw cum could've split rocks, turning stone to dust, it could've bored a hole through a mountain so strong it was, but for Elthara it was hardly something to be concerned about. Yet, it was just the first. Two more followed, then four, ten, fifteen, twenty, each carrying enough seed to truly, utterly impregnate a great number of the females and males currently eavesdropping on the two of them. And yet, Elthara, even with nearly two hundred million gallons of cum sloshing in her stomach, even as her tongue slobbered over four hundred feet of the ripest, most virile cock below and above the surface, was still fully in control of herself. Her pussy was gushing wet, her needs were set aflame, and her mind still worked as before, sharp, focused, so much so that she was able to inflict cruel and pleasurable torture over Hal's immense cocks while taking all of his length and more. She gulped, swallowed, licked, sucked and massaged every inch of the male's five thousand foot long behemoths, earning herself fatter loads as Hal grunted and huffed, holding onto her muzzle for more support as he drove his crotch to rub against her snout. Half an hour later, Hal pulled out, grunting with satisfaction as he glanced momentarily over the immense dome of cum bulging under Elthara's immense form, ropes of seed painting her muzzle, pools swirling on her tongue. She licked her chops and sighed. "I think this will do. I hope you're not spent, my dear landstrider." She mused, eyeing Hal's still titanium-hard cocks. "Considering I've not cum yet, I'd say I'm more than ready." He replied with the same smugness that she had in her tone. That, more than the lake of ball batter churning in her gut, made her pause for a moment or two. "I was just warming up, as it were, my lady." He smirked. "And getting ready for the proper show. Can't give a lady so desperate to get laid anything but the best, right? That was just me showing you what I can do, and of course, I can do more than just that." Hal puffed his chest as the desire to fuck swelled a thousand-fold, his cocks stiffening even more, belching million-gallon spurts of seed so thick it had turned into tar, so dense and virile, so packed with mana-charged sperm that even the magma spilling from the crust was smothered and cooled into a perverted mix of rock and nut batter. "Now, how about we get you nice and pregnant?" "Cocky, are we?" Elthara rolled her eyes, though she was finding hard to deny him the fact that, based on his loads, he had some right to be proud of his virility. "I think that's the reason why you got that vision, to get me here and be cocky, else you'd have made do with the males you've got already, right, Elthara?" He'd not called her by name just yet, opting to be respectful, polite, gentlemanly even, but the bubbling lakes of nut batter in his balls were so eager to be spilled, his seed begging to be put to use, his cocks raring to spread her pussy and sink as deep as they could go. The time to be polite was quickly running out. Elthara herself was taken aback by that, having given him the chance to speak on a first-name-basis only by traditional etiquette, not having expected the little runt to actually use it. And, in some way, she liked it. He was like a puppy, younger than her, smaller than her, but he had confidence and his cocks and cum were so virile she had half a mind of gobbling them down for a few more hours before allowing him to breed her. Yet she did not stop him as he swam to her backside, his journey to the back of her immense body where her cavernous pussy was, slow and measured. Her tongue sizzled with dense, heavy, impossibly thick seed, so packed with sperm she felt the tingle on her buds, its taste ripe and potent, its weight like liquid gold refusing to lessen even as she swallowed more and more and more of it. Her stomach gurgled with the lake of cum already sloshing inside it, so full and stuffed she felt like she'd gorged herself with entire schools of whales. Elthara murred, finding herself eager, excited for the idea of feeling those fat, heavy cocks spreading her pussy and sinking into her vent. They were not big enough to reach her womb of course, but... he'd grown, he'd shown to be able to stretch and become bigger. Maybe he could, in fact, show her that there was a male on this world that had the chance to make her feel the same pleasure she felt back when her body was still small enough for most males to be able to cram their cocks all the way to the back of her womb. Her power and might had long since become a curse, her authority a shackle, for none of her subjects was hung or brave enough to demand her spread herself for them and to partake in her heat. Only a country bumpkin from the surface, armed with too much cock and lust for his wellbeing could do it. And again, Elthara found her mind and body craving for the landstrider's next action. "What shall you do then, Hal?" She spoke his name with a bit of condescension, just a hint. "Lick me as you attempt to make me orgasm? Use your paws to stimulate my flesh, dig inside me to hit my pleasure spots?" "Why waste my time? I'm here to fuck." Hal, however, could not resist anymore: her pheromones were too thick, his need to breed too great, his balls too pent up and his cocks too hard. His production had skyrocketed, excessive even for his size, each cumshot of his dumping well more than a million, two, or three million gallons of seed into the water, dimming the lights as the magma was snuffed like a strong breeze puts out a candle. "I'm just gonna do that." There was no prelude, no foreplay, nothing but the sound, wet and loud, of his twin cocks spreading her gargantuan, trench-like pussy open and sinking in all the way with one measured thrust. There was some shaking in the chamber, as his hips crashed onto the wall of dragoness below him with the power to pulverize steel, the impact of scales on scales releasing a shockwave that further enhanced the might of that thrust. Elthara had prepared for courtship, for the male to take his time with her, to relish in the privilege that was taking her as a mate, but no, he just shoved his cocks inside her, both at once, with no grace, no warning, no teasing, only a combined ten thousand feet of breeder flesh stuffing her pussy where none had been before. Still, there was so much cock that it had taken seconds for him to shove it all in there, his muscles strained to the limits as he pushed so much cock inside her as fast as he could, something that would've broken the sound barrier a couple times just from the sheer speed of his hips. A sharp "oh" left her lips when she felt that fullness invade a space that had not been touched in centuries by any male, and suddenly the lake of cum churning in her stomach felt heavier, the taste of his cocks and seed on her tongue thicker. She'd been arrogant, she'd failed for his trap, and what a virile trap it was: to fill her so that she'd become sluggish, to let her taste his flesh so that she'd focus on that ripe, manly flavour while he took the chance to attack here when she was most vulnerable. Of course, it was not the case at all, but for a dragoness who was used to playing with politics, the simple rawness of a horny male taking what he desired most was unthinkable. Hal had merely done what he craved, like always: he'd bred her mouth, made her taste his cocks, then he'd taken her vent, cramming every inch of his manhood into her as if she was no different than anyone else he'd mated with before. Yet she was different: he'd been beat in size once before and it had not been by such great margins. It stimulated him, it made him eager, it made him hornier. His body surged with that same drive to grow, to become more, to become bigger, to turn into what it was meant to be all along, lessening the strain that moving his hips put on his muscles. It was a great, wonderful kind of effort: to fight not only against the pussy gripping his cocks but also against the untold tons of water and rock above his head for every single movement he had to make. It made him strain, it made him pant, it made him horny, and it made him grow in all the right ways. He felt the fatigue settle in, that wonderful burn of rut that has gone on for too long and leaves you ruined and heaving for the next breath of air. But he'd only gotten started, and he wasn't going to stop. The cavernous pussy gobbling his spires was hungry, ravenous even, it clung to his cock with a wet grip that might've turned steel rods into flat boards by muscle pressure alone, moulded metals into the shape of its soft, silken, unyielding flesh with ease. It was too much and not enough, it was right and still not enough. Hal spread his legs, body surging with strength as he did his best to drive every last inch of his immense cocks, all of that breeder meat into her. His internal balls roared, sung, desperately dumping more cum than ever before just to keep themselves from growing too much, and failing spectacularly in the process. There was too much of Elthara's lust around him, centuries of need diluted in the cave water, his own lust. How could he not crave what he was meant to have? The gods themselves had thrown him this juicy piece of tail, this Empress so lofty and mighty she'd forgotten what sex was? So big she'd not felt cock in eons? How could he not demand his body do anything but its very best? His production spiked, his cocks bloated trying to spill more cum, more and more and more and more. Still, they couldn't, there was just too much batter being produced in the dephts of Hal's testes, so much that the two hidden orbs were beginning to bulge his taint and reappear, crowding the space between his hindlegs just by sheer mass and size. The cave shook, columns rattled, his hips not quite blurring but kicking up entirely new underwater currents that carried cubic tons of cum and juice infused water, magma cooled, the underwater chambers keeping the place unbearably hot leaked as cracks spread and let out more of that heat. Elthara clawed at the rock, moaning, biting her lips, stifling yelps that threatened to come out whenever the brute beast pummeling her pelvis into hot molten rock went in for another thurst. There was no refined mating, none of the courting and the subtle powerplays that she'd loved back when she was still only two centuries old. Those times she had played submissive and coy, often taking charge, leading her mate on, but as she grew bigger, she held the leash, held the power and dictated as things should go. Now, she had that still, more than before even, but he cared not. She tried to get the upper hand, to roll over him, to pin him down, but the way he moved, the way he fucked, the speed, the tempo, the intensity of those pumps that sent her backside crashing back down on the floor, sinking deeper into hot magma or rising as he thrust hard enough to lift her off the splintered floor... Every victory was fleeting, lasting relatively little, for the landstrider always managed to find a way to leverage his position, to hit her spots where they were most vulnerable in every way that made her most sensitive. His cocks reached deeper, squirming, twisting around each other, fattening up as the flow battering her womb grew more intense with each half an hour long pump of his little breeder balls. And every time she reversed their positions, every time she thought she was dominating him, or had found a way to keep him under her grasp, he threw her plans out of the window, ruined them, covered in that thick endless cum. He did not care for power plays, he just wanted to knock her up and to wet his dicks, to pound her and to breed her like the gods told her he'd bred dozens of other dragonesses, and the odd dragon too. She'd forgotten what it felt like, to fuck for the sake of fucking, to feel cum splatter by the tens of thousands of gallons against the wall of her cervix, to not care about rank and status and just feel the way a fat, meaty, throbbing, spit-covered cock squirmed inside her wet pussy. Each thrust reminded her of a simpler time, each pump of cum pouring endless gallons of seed rekindled a flame that had been extinguished over millennia of politics, every twitch and flex of those mammoth shafts asserted their presence deep inside her vent. And yet Hal was oblivious to her internal enlightenment, too busy losing himself in the sensations, drinking in her pheromones, focusing wholly on the grip her pussy had on his cocks, on the way she felt around every inch of his immense prides. So overactive his prostate and unholy full balls were that all the extra energy and mass simply willed into existence by the sheer arousal and need to fuck Hal felt that it couldn't simply stay put, there was no way for him to dump what was at least a few billion gallons of cum crammed into a space too small for that much seed. Which meant that energy, that mass, had to go somewhere. Millions upon millions upon tens of millions of gallons of cum surged through him, each droplet carrying untold eager sperm each now the size of a medium-sized dog travelled for minutes through his inner plumbing, crashing into Elthara's still blocked cervix. There was still that barrier, keeping all of his seed out of her thirsty womb, as if she was fighting with herself as much as she was fighting him, a last stand of her pride and haughtiness that refused entry to anyone but the greatest of males of her water-born kin. It spurred Hal on, driving him mad because even after a good hour, or maybe two, she'd still not succumbed fully to his charms and the barrage of his cum. The throne room had been washed in white, jets of hypercompressed batter escaping her titanium-strong pussy grip, the floor covered in enough spunk to snuff out every last magma vein that wasn't safely buried under layers of cummy rock or bared by another of the bronze breeder's hip thrusts. The cavern had once been a pristine haven, a room fit for an Empress, magnificent, perfect, but now it was covered in spilled, wasted seed, the walls cracked, the floor uneven as magma escaped and was cooled down by layers upon layers of ball batter and pussy juices, columns had been shattered and lay broken on the ground. It looked far more like Hal's first cave, where his cum pooled to make a singular lake, where his mates laid his eggs and his first generation of offspring grew before leaving and breeding their way through the world. One singular fact kept Hal from truly enjoying his rut, the silken walls of her pussy, the pleasure of ramming his cocks inside that hungry tunnel: the fact that she still refused him to knock her up. She was stubborn, even as she squeezed his cocks and made him gush enough cum to fill every single one of her subjects ten times over, even after making him aware that her purpose for inviting him there was to pump her full of eggs until she was so pregnant she'd stay pregnant forever, she still acted like his cum was not good enough. "Mhhhhh enough of this." Hal grunted, mind half swimming in pleasure and half hung on the fact that she still reeked of unfulfilled pregnancy cravings. "It's high time we got on to you being a good girl and letting me knock you up." With a snarl he tapped into that endless well of raw energy that demanded to be put to use. It wanted to be turned into cum, into eggs, but was unable to and thus, it was going to be used for something that would undoubtedly turn into more eggs down the line. Soon. There was a groan, a stretch, like a continental plate crashing into another, a monumentally loud hum that was accompanied by a shockwave as he packed on five hundred feet of height in a split second, a hundred tonnes of mass, two hundred, more. It wasn't like the other growths he'd had before, staggered, with parts of him lagging behind, no, this was a whole-body spur, visible, palpable, all-encompassing. It was so sudden that Elthara felt the extra five hundred feet of cock stuffing her pussy, thicker, fatter, girthier, heavier like the rest of him. The surface world was already feeling the effects of his breeding as quakes and rumbling rocked the continents around the epicentre of his rut. Chasms opened left and right, some deep enough to be a thousand feet deep, lakes churned, mountains wobbled, boulders crashing down onto lakes whose waters have long since begun to turn murky not because of sediment rushing up, but because of the underground water channels being tainted by the bronze stud's seed. The gods have taken notice, they act, for the last stretch of Hal's final ascent to his true calling is at hand, it's not too far now, the moment of his ascension. They all waited with bated breath, all growing aroused at the sight, their minds half-focused on protecting the world from what was to become a Walking cataclysm of a breeder, half-focused on watching him breed Elthara into a cock-induced stupor. "What are you doing?" She whispered between breaths of pleasure. "Getting serious. I tire of this game. I am here to breed, thus, I will breed you. My way." He smiled as his growth continued. It was steady, constant, fast, twenty feet every couple seconds, unstoppable. His muscles creaked, stretched, swelled, his bones thickened, lengthened, strengthened, his cocks grew girthier, heavier, dumping more cum into her stuffed pussy as they crept further into her. The barrier of her cervix was so far deep into her body that it was no wonder no male had ever managed to knock her up, it'd have taken one to crawl inside her pussy and penetrate her womb directly. But Hal was no puny male, he'd colonize and claim every inch of vent and then breach into her womb the regular way, the proper way, the breeder way. He'd be... relentless. Growing so slow was not what he was used to, he'd swelled bigger in bursts, stretching his skin and filling it up with new mass in orgasmic explosions of pure power, but this was more like the inevitable approach of an orgasm, a building of tension that instead of cum and egg-stuffed bellies meant greater muscle mass and more cock to cram into her with every second that passed, foot after foot, yard after yard. Ever bigger. Ridges and bumps appeared on his cocks, each taller than buildings to support the immense mass of his flesh as they burrowed towards her womb, each inch of those mile long behemoths pleasuring her in ways she'd not felt in so many centuries. His body ran so hot the water would've turned into vapour had he not been so deep under the surface, but still, it heated up immensely and billowed out of the cavern, spreading his seed even further, the sperm as tough as their sire... and just as eager. She felt it too, it was impossible not to feel it when more and more and more cock began to stretch her pussy and reached deeper into her, nearing the barrier of her womb. His thrusts became more powerful, marginally, but each one was stronger than the last and already she was being pushed harder against the boiling magma under the crust. The cavern rattled visibly as his crotch kissed her slit with wetter, sloppier sounds, bridges made of cum and juices forming between their bodies. Worst of all, she loved it, she craved it, she needed it. Her body sang in bliss, her pussy groaned with the effort of squeezing twin cocks that were beginning to be too thick and massive for it to contain as easily as before. Yet instead of feeling annoyed, she wanted more of it. Hal huffed, his body heating up, the temperature around him rising, water bubbled, the ground sunk, unable to support two beings as big as Elthara in one single spot. And still he was growing. Fast. Bigger, bigger, bigger, bigger, bigger he grew. Four thousand feet tall after not even five minutes, five thousand feet soon after that, twenty foot a second every second without fail. Elthara felt him grow to become nearly as big as her, his cocks taking more space into her until she felt his tips belch their loads onto her cervix and demand entrance. He was already heavier than her, a lot heavier, which made her utterly unable to move him anymore, she was pinned under his belly, filled with his prides, made to take his shafts and to feel his cum attempt to breach her innermost sanctum and claim it for his clutches. Now, now that she was stuffed beyond belief, stuck, immobilized, now she wanted to feel her lava-hot womb have its flames doused with his seed. And soon she felt it: Hal had surpassed her in every respect, his body longer, heavier, his height greater. Finally, the six thousand foot tall behemoth, after over two hours of rutting, achieved what no one had achieved in millennia: to have his cocks breach into her womb and shoot not one but two ropes of cum thicker than rivers, carrying millions, tens of millions of gallons of the thickest batter on the entire planet. The impact was deafening, the feeling of roaring waves of seed sloshing inside her egg chamber excruciatingly arousing. But instead of dousing her flames of need, that tingling mass of hyperdense sperm only made it more unbearable. Instead of having her need satiated, she felt it multiple a hundredfold: every egg she had barrelled down her ovaries and into her womb, gangbanged into being inseminated within minutes, yet even as she realized her wish had already been granted, that she'd swell with tens of thousands of eggs soon, she wanted more. Her words, haughty, proud, were rendered useless as she figured out her claim to become a broodmother were a far cry from what he intended to make her. He did not want to make her merely the female who'd lay the greatest clutch of all her kin in the past, but a machine to take his sperm and turn into legions of eggs to lay. Already hundreds of millions of gallons of sperm had been dumped into her womb, the amount still growing, her body using all that thick sludge in her stomach to fuel the production of even more tens of thousands of fresh eggs that were instantly impregnated. Armies of sperm the size of dogs rushed up along her tubes and barged into the factories producing eggs, claiming them for his broods, now and forevermore. And still Hal wanted more. He'd just got a taste and now it was time to feast. The bronze beast, eight thousand feet tall, over sixteen thousand feet long, his cocks reaching from groin to chest, wanted to reach even greater heights of bliss, rut and pleasure. Still growing, still swelling larger and heavier. His growth sped up by a little, but like his orgasm, it was relentless, unstoppable, constant. Even if he were to grow at a fraction of that frankly absurd speed, he'd end up immense regardless, but he craved size, power, bulk. "Oooohhhffffffffffffffuccckkkkkk!" Crass words mixed with curses emerged from her royal lips as Hal began to loom over her, hundreds of feet taller, his cocks swelling fatter, bulging her skin so much it was starting to stretch like a glove around his flesh. His every cumshot was untold millions of gallons of batter, his every pump was strong enough for the tide of white spunk to bore holes into slabs of pure steel, the roar of his taint and balls so loud the water vibrated. Six thousand feet tall, seven thousand, eight. Nearly a mile and a half tall, Hal was already the biggest dragon to have ever graced the world with his presence and, for a moment, he stopped growing right when his orgasm reached a peak that was truly, undeniably titanic, every scrap of energy within his body devoted entirely to producing not lakes, not rivers, but seas of cum that were soon to be dumped directly into Elthara's hungry, hot, overstuffed womb. Some of the energy she had begun to harvest for making eggs was devoted to growing her own body, to keep up with him, but she was no goddess of fertility or growth, just a mortal dragoness whose womb had been marked for Hal's breeding, so she grew slower, her gains taken from the stud's immensely nutrient-rich sperm far less grand and imposing, a mere hundred feet over ten minutes over the thousands he packed on. The core of his being sang and roared, his essence blossomed with sparks of divinity, a fire growing wilder with each throb, pump, spurt and surge of batter through his system and into her chamber. Elthara's womb sloshed with tides of cum taller than hills, his flow strong, endless, abundant. Lakes churned in her chamber, trillions of eager sperm assaulted her eggs as soon as they emerged from her overworked factories, some so eager to impregnate they fought against millions of their siblings to become one with the ovaries they swarmed around. She swelled, she grew, her belly growing larger at a blistering speed, so fast the water displaced by the wall of stretched womb caused underwater currents powerful enough to rip the captive audience off the floor and send them floating through the dark ocean. And that was just the first ten minutes of a single pump from his twin cocks. That single spurt dumped half a billion gallons of cum into her, it lasted half an hour, and it was followed by more of equally catastrophic cumshots. Ropes six hundred feet thick, carrying an amount of cum that was nearly uncountable, the speed of that tar-thick sludge travelling through his plumbing unnatural, temporarily robbing him of any mental faculty that required thoughts more complex than 'cum, fuck, breed'. All eight thousand feet of height, sixteen thousand feet of length yearned to become even more, twin cocks, each spanning miles, each wider than riverbeds, pouring out more cum than waterfalls, they demanded for more as well, his balls, compressed, hidden, begged to be let out, his breeder instinct, kicked up to immense levels, roared with pride. Millions of gallons of cum a second, tens of thousands of eggs, more tens of millions of gallons, more eggs. All contained within Elthara's womb, with only a minuscule fraction of that endless tar-thick sludge escaping her hungry pussy to spill in hundred-thousand-gallon jets that either were carried away by the currents or were injected deep into the magma, recycled by the convection cells and carried far, far away to reemerge across the planet, eventually. But for now, most of that was stuffed tightly into Elthara, who was quickly beginning to grow too big for the cavern they were in. The cavern itself was no longer fit for an empress: it was ruined, wrecked, holes dotted the ceiling as material crashed down, towers of cooled magma rose and were shattered by near world-ending pelvic thrusts, the pillars that once held it were gone, leaving but one to hold up most of the once glorious vault. When Hal's back touched it, his entire body lifted up by the immense dome created by his orgasm, the entire cavern collapsed. At their sizes, with the power flowing through them, it was hardly something that could cause harm, yet it paused their rut, briefly, Hal's body forced to sink into her sloshing gut as his cocks continued to pump millions of gallons of spunk into her. In that moment of rest, his system took the chance to take the energy not spent on furious, senseless, mindless breeding and put it to more growth, sudden, immense, needed. He'd already achieved his goal to impregnate her, now he needed to go further beyond, ascend, grow, achieve perfection. A groan echoed across the entirety of the ocean, a low hum, like a song, that signalled the arrival of something truly immense, a king like no other, a lord, a god. Across the land, dormant volcanoes awakened, their magma chambers reactivating and exploding in rains of cooled lava and cum-infused fluids that rolled down their slopes, rich in nutrients and eager to impregnate anything that they could burrow into. Clouds of musk rose from them, spreading a thick, heady, heat-inducing atmosphere, sending millions of people and creatures into a rut, where those closest to the escape points of those eruptions quickly surrounded and impregnated by the stud's horny swimmers crawling in the advancing flow of his spilled cum. On a planetary scale, entire nations felt the hum and crashing of the breeder's hips on the crust of the world, seers and oracles having foretold of this day long ago, preparations made to welcome the coming of a new deity as rivers were tainted with hypervirile nut sludge and the air took on a salty, ball-sweat infused quality. Tens of millions of people awaited, fucking and mating and mingling in multi-species orgies that spanned cities, mountains and rivers as the crescendo quickly neared its highest peak. The crust around the trench at the bottom of the ocean where Hal had been exploded, chunks of rock eons old and hundreds of feet thick were sent in all directions, crashing into reefs and mighty underwater volcanoes. From within that chaos, a single paw emerged, hundreds upon hundreds of feet wide, claws taller than castle towers. A head followed suit, then a neck, a body, everything covered in scales that were big enough to house entire villages, muscles thicker than millennia-old trees. A being of pure, raw power, of immense size, of unending power, was rising from the depths of the world back to the surface. Countless tons of water were displaced, tsunamis composed mostly of cum washed over shores, forcing gods to intervene over many continents to keep entire countries from being covered in cummy tides. Hal advanced, his body so large, so thick that the two mile wide trench he'd so easily entered earlier now felt small, cramped, unfit for his passage. Rock did not stand a chance against his raw might, simply crushed under his scales, paws and the twin rods of pure male glory still jutting from his groin like pink spears of righteous justice, stiff, hard, eager to do more. Elthara lay on the bed of the deepest trench of the ocean, her womb so large, so full, so stuffed that it was now nearly a fifty times as big as she was, a monumental sloshing dome that far eclipsed the cavern that she'd once been in, millions of eggs forming inside her chamber, millions more already formed as her pussy spread around truck-sized shapes, already laying the first few of a clutch that would take thousands of years to be laid. She shivered in orgasmic bliss with each egg that left and slipped down her gargantuan, multiple-mile tall belly dome, oceans of cum sloshing inside her. As Hal ascended, swimming up towards the surface, all the pressure that weighted, compressed him down, began to vanish, his muscles, his very being swelling not because of growth but simply because there were no longer thousands of atmospheres of cruel, crushing pressure keeping his body into a compact form. Burst of absolutely unintentional growth caused water pillars to rise up in the air, waves spreading around him. The long descent was no more, turning into a quick, easy, painless ascent towards the light, his body faster, more powerful even as gravity returned, once again a factor that Hal was more than happy to ignore. Even as the countless tons of his body began to feel the tug of the world trying to crush him under his own weight, Hal simply decided it was not a concern and continued his journey, his power, divine though still budding, worked to allow him to shrug the laws of physics into complete irrelevance, to a degree of course. His immensely heavy body, so heavy it was more akin to a mountain a trillion pounds of pure dragon, his bulk such that the ground sunk the instant one of his paws touched it. The world groaned as the gods worked to keep reality intact, granting the fledgling dragon god more control over his powers, allowing him to emerge fully from the waters without crushing the continent into the magma below the crust. His head rose higher, higher, higher, the clouds parting around his head and neck, his horns brushing moving puffs of cold air well over five miles above the ground. Water fell down his immense form in cum-soaked cascades, rivers pouring down and washing over forests, instantly soaking into the ground. For a few moments, the cold water on his scales kept his temperature at a manageable level before the sheer heat of his being evaporated it with the force of a nuclear weapon, blowing a gust of heated air and sweat-scented vapours into the atmosphere. His muscles creaked under the pleasurable strain of simply standing still, each flex echoing like a thunderclap, his steps causing quakes felt across the continent, the prints his paws left hundreds of feet deep, laced with ungodly potent paw sweat. Lesser creatures watched and trembled in orgasmic bliss as the musk began to spread, wafting, carried by the wind caused by his mere movements, staining the land and the very essence of the soil. Hal hissed and moaned, his twin cocks, now each a full eleven miles long, so immense they were far longer than himself, thicker than his own legs, each steaming under their own heat as water evaporated instantly upon making contact with his flesh. Globs of cum so dense they could act as concrete oozed from cum pipes wider than most rivers, million-gallon idle spurts fired with such force they travelled a dozen miles at speed greater than sound, splattering over mountains that once towered over his form but that now were smaller than him. He sighed and spread his hindlegs, grinning, knowing countless little mortals were watching him from afar, smelling him, hearing him, already worshipping his perfect form. But his form was far from perfect. He was still too... slender, too compact, too different from his normal self. He'd had fun playing in the water, he'd enjoyed being streamlined and suited for swimming. That, however, was not him. With a grunt that caused clouds to part and mountains to rumble, Hal focused his divine powers, which he was growing more used to by the second, to remaking his image, back to what it was, not in size but in shape. First, his cocks fattened, swelled, thickened, flares taking place of the slender, cetacean-like tips, two immense fleshy mushrooms that could gouge two-thousand-foot wide holes in the greatest peaks of the world if he were to cram them into their rock. So immense they were he had no way to fit both those immense shafts between his forelegs and so they flared to the sides, firing thousand-foot thick ropes of cum a dozen miles in the air before raining down and quickly filling valleys, replacing lakes and rivers with thick, heady, musky dragon seed. And still it wasn't enough. What was the point of having huge, mighty rods if there was nothing behind them? "MHHHH!" Hal roared and the world shook. His slit yawned even wider, flesh bulging out as something began to slip from within, emerging, returning to the light of day. He rolled his eyes, cumming just a bit as all the pressure from his actions caused cataclysmic cumshots to spill from his twin horsecocks, the sheer power behind his ropes nearly sending those beams into the upper atmosphere. "MHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" The very planet rumbled as the dragon god's sack swelled and escape its prison, scaly orbs that crushed the ground beneath them with their mass before immediately swelling to a proper size. From a mere couple thousand feet wide to five thousand, then a mile wide, two miles, three. Already they were almost as tall as Hal himself, but far wider, each orb titanic, a combined six miles of churning, unbearably hot and sweaty ballflesh so heavy it sunk halfway into the crust as hundreds of billions of pounds of stored ball batter crushed stone and bedrock into a slurry of pulverized rock and ballsweat. The heat vaporized every droplet of water around them, causing an explosion of pure musk that parted clouds, a stormfront formed the next instant carrying the thickest, densest, most potent musk to ever exist as far as the wind could go. Each flex of those mighty orbs caused quakes, each hum sent thunderclaps echoing across the atmosphere, each pump sent billion-gallon cumshots careening through the air as no longer was his flow obstructed by silly, mortal biology. "Hhhaaaa that's better." A sheath wide enough to engulf a tiny country wrapped the bases of his shafts, softer than anything on the planet, snug yet cavernous as the spaces not taken up by cock were capable of housing towns and villages. He was back to his old form, lacking wings sure but what was the need for flying when a single stride of his mighty body could allow him to traverse tens of thousands of feet? Given that his nuts were so large, so immense, one ended up crashing into the ocean he'd just come out of, the other had unceremoniously flattened half a mountain, leaving behind a concave shape that was coated with layers of thick ballsweat the like of which acted as a cement to keep the rock together even after he took a couple tentative steps, dragging his unholy bulk with him, twin spheres each hundreds of billions of pounds creating trenches hundreds of feet deep into the ground, razing forests, creating channels for tainted rivers of cum, sweat and liquid musk. Hal was large enough to rewrite geography now: a single of his step, made with paws larger than entire towns, left dents that would've sunk into the bedrock of the planet had his powers not worked to lessen the impact of his trillion-ton weight; his cocks swayed, hitting mountains like godly wrath incarnate, shearing off chunks of stone when swaying, his cum pipes belching rivers of seed as casually as one breathes, filling valleys in single, lazy volleys that trailed through the sky; his tail swayed, flattening those mountains he'd passed by; his balls further ruined the landscape, creating a singular trench that filled with the sweat and idle cum leak oozing from his mammoth shafts. Five miles tall, taller than anything in the world, longer than entire mountain ranges, heavier than all man-made structures on the planet combined, virile to the point his musk was altering the weather, creating musk storms, staining the soil. He could feel his essence seep into the ground, making it his, he could feel the worship, the glory, the adoration and the lust of all those that were becoming his worshippers now that his ascent was not a private but a public, global event. The felt the trickle of faith pour into his body, nourishing it, soothing it, giving him even more power as each cumshot arched higher, reached further and claimed millions more wombs for his clutch. He smelled the stench of a billion pregnancies, a billion more to come, untold eggs for his continent-sized harem. And so, Hal smiled. "Mh let's get this show started properly, shall we?" Because of course, all that had been to set the stage, to prepare the world, to warn the gods themselves that he was nearing the end of his journey. One more thing was needed: a final, cataclysmic orgasm that the planet would never forget. Before him stood the one mountain that was bigger than him, a singular, lone peak that he'd only ever heard of in legends, an oddity put there by a long-forgotten god to mark their holiest of shrines, though now it would serve Hal as display of just how much he could do. The six-mile-tall mountain waited for his arrival, silent, cold, but already trembling before his steps, its slopes quaking, snow falling off the sides in avalanches that melted as his body heat turned frozen water to steam. "It's rather nostalgic, isn't it?" He mused, remembering the time when he'd went and bred with a mountain. It felt like a long time ago, years now, though it hadn't been quite that long in reality. Still, he was eager to see just what would happen now that he was nearly as big as the mountain itself. "I hope it is as fun as I remember..." People tens of miles away heard the rumbling of his words, so deep was his voice the air quivered and clouds parted. He placed his paws on opposite sides, the rock crunching under the soft, unyielding pawpads as he flexed his twin cocks, the two immense rods bunching together, moving as if having a mind of their own before he thrust. The mountain gave way, or rather, it was pierced through, hollowed out before being instantly replaced by an avalanche of cockflesh that cared not for stone, minerals or anything as his hips pushed, pushed, pushed and, after less effort than it took him to lift a paw, saw his flares emerge on the other side. A duo of thousand-foot-thick pillars of white rocketed out of his cum pipes, marking a successful penetration, chunks of rock bigger than castles crashing down on the ground but a tiny symphony compared to the sonic boom that accompanied Hal's nuts shrinking and pumping out those two cumshots. The twin ropes flew higher than the clouds, far in the distance, ballistic missiles of breeder batter that followed orbital mechanics more than biology itself as the tightness of the mountain and the rush of being able to penetrate the landscape with such ease made Hal hornier and eager to get the millions gazing upon his act of breeding witness the raw power of a god. He pulled back, going in for another thrust that saw his sheath kiss the mountain side and crush it, flattening a large swath of rock into cum-slathered sludge that flowed and mended the cracks made in the stone before the next thrust moved the mountain off the place it'd rested upon for eons, by pelvic power alone. The poor mountain was crumbling, cracked, ruined, the holes he'd carved into it would certainly cause it to collapse upon itself as soon as he removed those pillars of sweaty, musky dragonflesh once done painting countries and continents in white batter. Billion-gallon ropes rose in the air, flying faster than sound as Hal's godly testes and taint worked to reach the very peak of divine biology, sonic booms echoing as soon as the pillars of creamy white emerged from his cockheads, flares wider than cities, cum pipes vaster than caverns, scale, logic itself bending to his arousal and his will. Ballistic cum missiles arched for tens of miles, so high that the clouds rested well beneath them before splashing down on far away mountains, filling valleys, landing in lakes and seas in ten-mile-tall columns of displaced water and pure seed. Gods rushed to strengthen the world, to mend it, to make sure his pleasure wouldn't crack the crust, but in doing so, they forgot to monitor him, for they had been secretly holding him back, worried that the power of his undiluted lust would cause them to fall to his charms just as mortals did. "There we go, no more tricks, no more holds barred, nothing." He smiled, murring loudly as his voice parted clouds and his rumbling balls churned with anticipation. "It's time." Unshackled, unrestrained, Hal licked his chops, his budding power manifesting fully, complete, blossoming into one, singular, last burst of growth that was far, far, far beyond what he himself had imagined removing the block the gods had put on him. The planet hummed, volcanoes erupted with white magma, underwater currents turned white and murky as Hal's divine influence caused a wave of pure lust to rewrite some laws of reality right before his size tripled in less than an instant. The shockwave of his final gain was like a nuclear device detonated on the ground, everything about him, his thick neck, his world-tree thick limbs, his head, muscles, cocks, balls, all became three times as big, heavy, massive and virile. Fifteen miles tall, even the tallest peaks were but a third his size, his body forty miles long, impossible in every way, his twin cocks were mountain ranges of their own with trenches and ridges that would've made heroic tales for climbers. Both reached his chest, each so thick and heavy they would've crushed the ground were it not for muscles that surpassed logic and reason keeping their five-mile-thick girths aloft from sheath to valley-spanning flares. And his balls, his balls merely existing flattened everything behind him, razing the mountain range behind him into dust, crushing the soil down to the bedrock miles beneath, their diameter fifteen miles wide, forming a wall of churning, godly nutflesh thirty miles wide. No longer he was a dragon, he was the very landscape itself, for he could rearrange the crust with a strong step, alter the atmosphere with a yawn and repaint continents with a single double volley of his prides. The mountain he'd so casually penetrated exploded as those cocks gained size, chunks raining down on the land, obliterated in a single heartbeat. Hal felt complete, at long last, after so long he was finished: this was who he was meant to be. Huge, massive, country-sized, so mighty the world would need to bend to his will and not the other way around. And the world did obey: the wave of pure lust his ascension caused sent every single living being on the surface, underground and underwater to feel their bodies change, grow, become a hundred times more fertile. Pregnancies popped up everywhere, wombs swelling twice, ten times their size, no matter if they'd been touched by a cock or not, eggs blossoming inside as if they'd always been there. Those most fertile grew to be as big as homes and small hills, males found themselves so aroused and pent up, sporting cocks as big as themselves with balls heavier than steel, that they threw norms and common sense to the wind and began to fuck and breed the closest thing that they could stick their cock into. Breasts swelled with milk, pussies deepened and accepted the greatest of shafts with no struggle at all. Balls churned with endless virile loads as cum flooded the very world in waves. And with each egg made, with each orgasm spilled, with each cumshot arching through the musky sky or into a full belly, stomach or gaping rump, Hal felt it all, a tsunami of worship, glorifying him for what he was: the new god of virility, of swollen bellies, of pregnancy and hard cocks. A wave of arousal made him stagger and groan, his sack churning, vibrating so hard the ground liquefied under his orbs, those twin engines of creation roaring, growing bigger, heavier, multiple trillions of pounds heavy, compacting the greatest cumshot the universe had ever seen. The gods themselves gave up, succumbing to his musk, to his power and raw might, collapsing in panting heaps as their domains yielded to his own, watching with rapt attention in between orgasms as the titan's forty-mile-long cocks bloated and yawned around his load. Comets, meteors might have been the only thing rivalling the new god's cumshot in pure awe and magnificence, but while those rained down, his twin cumshots rose up, higher than the atmosphere, stratosphere, breaching the very limit of the planet's lifegiving shell, ten times faster than sound, propelling tens of billions of gallons of cum into space with enough speed to achieve orbit. He came and came and came, slobbering over his musky shafts, sniffing, kissing them, showing them that he loved their immensity and might, drunk on his own stiffness and musk as his balls groaned with relief as they finally achieved true bliss. His paws spread on the ground, sinking deep and leaving musky prints that were filled with liquid as the heat of his immense form caused him to sweat, his musk so thick the atmosphere was quickly growing to be more dragon ball funk than air. Quakes spread with each twitch of his rods, rivers, lakes, seas saw their composition rewritten as untold billions of gallons of cum mixed with their waters. Entire landscapes were washed with white froth, armies, legions of ox-sized sperm marched onward, riding over waves of murky, tar-thick seed. The world would never be the same, it had been claimed, taken, stained forever. As Hal continued to cum, a ring of pure cum formed around it, globs the size of houses raining down where his cumshot couldn't reach directly. The world was his, his alone, his musk claimed everything, his seed touched everywhere, the rumbles of his fifteen mile tall balls was heard like a low hum in every corner of the globe no matter how far. And all those who lived upon it, knew who their new god was, worshipping him with glee and lust. Humping, groaning and grinding, Hal rode his bliss for hours and hours, untold gallons spilled over the surface of the world that now sung his name with every orgasm and every egg laid. And, one fateful thrust, saw him pierce the crust of the planet, his endlessly gushing spires sunk into the molten depths, injecting their musky, undiluted, virile payload almost straight into the core. Magma thousands of degrees hot caressed his indestructible shafts, the heat like a pleasurable blanket around flesh that had long since surpassed mortal logic, channels dug by the sheer pressure of his orgasm, carving a path that led ever deeper, down, down, down. The injection of so much magic-packed seed saw the effect nearly immediately: one more quake, a world-encompassing shake that momentarily halted the rut of billions of aroused worshippers, then, silently, quietly, the world began to stretch, growing, gaining mass and size. New mountain ranges sprouted, still minuscule compared to the rutting titan, yet undeniably more massive than whatever had been there before, chasms formed and immediately were filled by oceans of cum, trenches split oceans, volcanoes vomited untold quantities of the most precious minerals. The very life force of the world was tainted, infused with Hal's divine seed and rutting drive, draconic elementals birthed from stone, magma, water, entire new generations of mortals would see their forms adapt to their god's image, growing scales, becoming a planet-spanning civilization of dragon-hybrids, over time. As his orgasm bled into a day-long event, going from dumping his loads into the molten core of the planet to humping the newly formed mountains, boring holes into their sides, filling new valleys with his cum, Hal forgot about everything but his pleasure, rutting his way across continents until even his endless energy began to sputter and wane. He collapsed, tired, around a week later, nowhere near spent, still orgasming freely and abundantly, into a titanic basin, curling around his own form, head resting upon his churning, musky sack to use as pillows. The planet, new and fresh, was already partially flooded: most continents had been washed with trillion-gallon loads of ball batter, lakes that had just formed were immediately replaced by cum, the very atmosphere had a thick, heady stench of ballsweat, storms of salty musk washed alongside regular ones, with clouds made of concentrated lust mixing with the rest, raining down in thick downpours. The oceans were saltier, the lakes and rivers too, those not composed of 90% cum anyway, the wildlife was both bigger and more numerous and also hornier too, entire mating seasons crammed into hour-long ruts as the wind picked up particularly thick concentrations of Hal's sheath musk. Huge mile-deep trenches followed his balls as they were dragged on the surface, his paws left craters hundreds of feet deep, pun intended, from which emanated dense, almost noxiously arousing fumes that sent those getting even a whiff into wild arousal. Some of the taller mountains saw cum cool down and form a sort of snow, thick, squirming and eager to crawl up one's leg and into asses and pussies for a chance to impregnate anything that moved. When he woke up, he felt water lap at his chin, no, it wasn't water, it was his seed. The fifty mile wide basin had been filled completely. Only the highest mountains that separated it from the rest of the land could be seen above the sloshing, churning ocean of nut batter, his own form half-eclipsed by the miles-deep reservoir. Time had passed, that was something he knew by instinct because the world smelled different: it wasn't the potent, fresh stench of a recently spilled load, or the potent reek of dragonmusk that was just settling on the land, it was old, deep, earthy, like aged wine, a hundred times richer and... all encompassing. It was clear he'd spent the entire time either cumming or had stopped and continued to leak as days, years passed. Or had it been decades, maybe centuries? Millennia? Hal stirred and with him waves lapped and crashed onto the shores of the basin he'd slumbered in, some of those spilling on the other side and washing. He noticed rivers dug into the walls of the valley kept the level of seed mostly contained, immense waterfalls of pure white batter spilling into lakes and those lakes into oceans. He yawned and stood up, the minor cum sea lowering now that his body no longer filled the valley, his sheath sloshed, his balls hummed, and his cocks stirred in their house, a few miles already peeking through the thick meaty rim, flares eager to slide into something wet and tight. "Ah, it seems I've overslept a bit." He mused, chuckling as the expansive cities with towering spires of bone white marble extended as far as his eyes could see. Huge channels diverted the rivers of cum that leaked out of the basin. He could feel the souls of tens of millions of people, untold numbers of acts of worships happening all over the land, pregnancies made and ended in public or private, eggs cluttering homes and streets as broodmothers and broodfathers laid their spawn whenever and wherever they needed, all in his name. "Though this is a very pleasing development." With a murr, Hal left the place he'd slumbered in, cum rolling off his scales, paws crushing swaths of land that had been kept oddly free of homes and buildings. His prints were filled with spent yet still active seed, forming minor lakes hundreds of feet wide, his balls carving even deeper trenches as they were dragged behind him. Mortals gathered at the edges of his awakening march, cheering, celebrating, witnessing his being move and advance, a mountain capable of walking. Worship poured into him, tingling at his senses, prickling his skin like thousands of tiny needles. His cocks stirred further, spilling from his sheath in mile-long bursts that kicked up hot, cock-scented, salty winds. Fifty million gallon spurts spilled from his flares, splashing and spreading a thick musk as sperm squirmed in the dense sludge. He pondered for a moment, calling upon his powers while standing still in the middle of that walkway. His divine might answered, a power that like the rest of him, reeked of virility and oozed lust. Underneath that divinity that covered the entire planet, layers deep, were the gods, their own domains subservient to his by sheer power of worship, for now all of the planet devoted their faith entirely towards him. Those gods, once mighty, now were but avatars, representatives of his 'pantheon', their selves remade to fit the new order: the god of war now was a god of sexual competition, blessing those who challenged others in sexual prowess; the goddess of technology worked overtime to inspire inventions to make pregnancies more comfortable and to provide insights to create ever stronger buildings that could weather through endless rut; the gods of the fields and harvest barely had to change themselves, though now they were more like shepherds for the myriad of hybrid beasts that were spawned of Hal's mutagenic seed; the goddess of fertility... well she had relegated herself to becoming the best midwife to ever exist. Hal felt all their powers flow into him, granting him their knowledge, their experience, their wisdom. Despite the vast alley, clearly made so that he'd be able to move through the dense metropolis without razing the entire place to the ground with an accidental flex of his cocks or a misplaced paw, Hal was still having trouble. It had been an uncomfortably long time, and his balls were rather full and swollen, a few extra miles in pent up seed alone made those twin orbs scrape the edges of the taller towers lining the channel. "While I'd love to stay and have a lovely chat, it is clear I've grown too big for this planet." Hal said, taking a mighty leap over a mountain, the world quaking under his landing, a crater forming as his balls impacted the crust with the power of a meteor, yet causing no damage to the city itself as he protected the place with his powers. "I may need to... go on a bit of a journey, someplace else." He looked around himself, admiring tall peaks, cum rivers flowing into cum lakes, billions of draconic hybrids growing, living, breeding, each single act a moment of worship for his church. The world had been reborn in his image, tainted by his power, the very essence of it smelled like the pit of balls and sheath. Civilizations had formed in his slumber, grown to fill the chasms his balls had gouged, he could feel entire schools of magic using his essence and seed as catalysts for spells. It was invigorating, refreshing... arousing. In the metropolis around him he could feel a couple tens of millions of lives, immensely more than the greatest city he'd ever seen before and this was just one of many similar ones across the world. And within each life, human, centaur, dragon, merfolk and so on, he could feel a spark of his own power feeding their lust and using that to send back ten times as much power back to him. People witnessed his erections swell, grow, thicken, becoming the monolithic pillars of breeder flesh that legends had talked about, each spilling ropes of seed high in the sky, each so mighty entire cities might be built upon their flesh and in between the ridges of their girth. His body shook, wings unfurling upon his back, a hundred miles wide each. "Goodbye, for now." Again, he jumped, putting every scrap of strength in his body into the hindlegs, launching himself straight up, the ground caving in and splintering into fine dust that was kicked up as he beat his wings to keep going. One beat, two, three, four, by the fifth air was already gone and still he continued, his powers ignoring physics as he dragged trillions of pounds of dragon into the stratosphere and then, the void of space. Beneath him laid the world he'd made: it was gigantic, with white splotches peppering the landscape, pawprints and the tracks of his balls visible from all the way up there. He smiled, pleased, aroused, moving around the ring of cum still orbiting the planet like a blanket, another marvel created by his unbridled lust. Yet it felt small, cramped: he'd made it so fertile the entire place was crawling with his offspring and their hybrids, uncountable millions of them. To let loose, to be as virile as he was, would mean constantly looking after their wellbeing, while to hold back wouldn't be as alluring, it would be just... wrong. His family, his direct spawn, now that he was so far in the sky he could see them directly: they were surrounded by millions of supplicants, droves of eager worshippers tending to their every need. For a moment he felt the need to give up on his quest and to return to them, to take them as his lovers for a millennium, maybe more, before moving on. But he knew, if he did so, he'd never actually leave and he yearned to see other lands, to change, to become even more of a divine influence over lawless, boring lands. So, for the sake of the planet and for his own amusement, Hal turned around and simply left. He'd return, of course, he had family, offspring to bless, continents to paint white, but now it was time to explore what lay beyond this little white marble. His power gathered, a power half his and half stolen from the gods that had pledged their fealty to him, manifesting in the vacuum of space in the form of a rift in the very fabric of reality which he calmly glided through, onto the next chapter of his life. Epilogue Martha groaned, twisting the keys of the door to the little caf� she'd been hired a few months ago, entering with already no energy or will to start the day. She turned on the lights and began doing the morning routine she'd been going through for what felt far too long already. It had been day after day of the same motions, boring, monotone motions that left her brain numb. Not half an hour had passed when the first customers arrived, then her perpetually late coworker Dennis, the sort of man that got the job because he was handsome and likeable, not because he was good. Faces blurred into a stream of eyes, moving mouths, orders, complaints and the ever present 'do I really need to leave a tip?' that made her shoulders sag with extra fatigue. But, as things often go, there was that one moment that broke the lull and upset every routine of one's life, that one moment that made it all worth it. For Martha it was when a specific customer walked in to order. She heard him approach long before he was visible through the windows of the caf�, heavy steps and a thick perfume that she'd not quite yet managed too find in any boutique or shop in the entire city. Compared to the masses that passed by the store, Hal was simply unique: over two metres tall, a hulking beast of a male, scales of a deep bronze, a smile that could brighten one's day and two piercing purple eyes that saw into her soul. He was so large and muscular that he never wore clothes, which was only fair, the guy had too much junk in the trunk to put on pants. His balls scraped the ground and his sheath, well, she yearned to shove her face in there, right between his cocks and just sniff herself to orgasm for a few hours. She'd never wanted to do that to another man before. Mostly because no other man was that big, wore no clothes, had balls that were as big as a person and had a sheath. That put a pause to her rhythm: why was that only he had a sheath? Or scales? She pondered for a second until he approached the counter and that smell hit her right before he slammed his sheath on the plywood board, almost causing a few cups to topple and fall. "Hey Martha, how's it going today?" He asked, his voice gravelly and bassy, like a mountain talking. "Uhhhh it's all good, boring as always." She replied with a blush as she openly ogled at the three-foot-thick cock holster and the twin leg-thick meat sticks too big to fit entirely within. "You?" "Same, boring." Hal chuckled and winked. "Until now." Martha blushed more, preparing his usual drink as the air of the caf� thickened and that thick, heady, sweaty smell spread all over, making the coffee taste like a curious blend of caffeine and cum. People shifted uncomfortably in their seats, pants tightening, shirts growing oddly damp as each female in the place started lactating, buttons popping as breasts grew and crotches swelled with unnaturally large erections. Martha herself felt hot and bothered, fanning herself with an increasingly scaly hand as her apron tightened. At first, she powered through the heat and the discomfort, but when her clothes started to rip around her hips and breasts, she hurried to the staff bathroom to remove everything but her apron. Half naked, she felt much more comfortable, though her breasts often spilled on the sides of her uniform, the thin piece of cloth sinking into her cleavage, forcing her to dig it out until she simply gave up and went about her morning with her tits hanging out and everyone able to see her ass whenever she turned around. Of course, she cared not for the stares, that had always been part of her job, and the only one whose gaze she was interested was Hal, after all. Morning rolled into afternoon, her breasts backed up with milk and so she resorted to filling cups with it rather than using the one provided by the store manager, which did help in keeping them at a normal size. Still, she felt they were rather big today, often stopping to massage them and rub some of her milk on their scales. The heat hadn't gotten any better though, and her pussy drooled so much she had to mop the floor half a dozen times to avoid slipping, but that was also part of the job, right? "Say, you've been awfully uncomfortable all day, what's up?" Hal asked. "Oh, uhm..." He'd come in the middle of the morning, and he'd not yet left. Did he not have a job? "... it's just a bad day, nothing to be worried about." She smiled, serving a steaming hot coffee mixed with her breast milk to a busy kobold barely four feet tall while a three-headed hydra sipped on three different drinks at once with straws as her hands stroked an uncommonly fat and large trio of cocks into the caf�'s communal cum bucket. "Still, I'm a tad concerned you're overworking yourself." He leaned in close enough for her to feel the heat of his scales, her nostrils flaring and taking in his musk as her pussy gushed all over Dennis's legs while the lanky kobold served the other line of customers. "Let's do it like this: you, me, tonight, dinner at a restaurant, then maybe we go to the park, and we see where the night takes us." "Y-yes!" She nodded, already hoping he'd be so kind to ask her to spread her legs and lift her tail for him once dinner was done. Hal chuckled, shaking her hand to seal the deal as the first influx of new worshippers changed by his powers began to spread his gifts across the city of this quaint little planet. He'd been there a month only, going around, keeping his powers in check until he got a hold of how life was. Today he'd decided it was time to begin having some fun. As he sat back onto his little booth, his balls churned and gurgled, cocks spilling from their sheath, oozing seed over the floor and table, subtly pushing his powers to shift reality in just the right way. Martha was a good girl, a hard worker, kind, but she pushed herself too hard, she deserved rest, pampering and as many eggs as the slowly changing laws of this dimension could allow. He sipped on his coffee and patted his sack, waiting for evening to come. 2