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Deep in the pit, the eldritch beast awakes once more.

Axel secured his armguards tightly, making sure it would hold on for what was coming soon. It was almost time for him and the other four to jump into the Pit. A deadly trial that was offered to inmates who would, instead of going through the death penalty, attempt to fight to earn their freedom. They were told that the odds were stacked against them, but many thought just like the german shepherd; if there was even a glimmer of hope, it had to be seized. Winning may only delay the sentence, but not trying meant the end for him. Axel had very little hope left, but he knew he could prove his innocence if they just gave him the chance. That was why he was pursuing this trial rather than abandoning all hope. Perusing the weapon racks, he stopped at a long pike. Whatever this monster was that he and the other inmates were about to face off against, having that bit of extra reach would most likely help.

It has been too long since it was last awoken, and its hunger is stronger than ever.

The five who took the challenge, a tall donkey wielding a giant battle axe, a lithe panther hiding many daggers in his cloak, a swift naga nervously holding on to his bow, a massive and broad bull holding a large tower shield and a mace, and Axel, an athletic german shepherd gripping on to the pike, all readied themselves in the barracks.

“Ready to be humiliated and die?” the rhino prison guard leading them mocked.

“We’ll see who has the last laugh,” the donkey taunted back. “I’m earning my freedom today.”

The first response from the guard was a loud laugh. “Yer the confident type, eh? Good. Them sadistic nobles paid fat money to get a seat here, so make it fun for them, yea?” And he then pushed the inmates towards a steel gate that marked the entrance of the coliseum-like arena where their final stand would take place.

Overconfidence. That sweet scent that so quickly becomes one of fear and desperation. A devious smile appears.

The first to step in was the bull, followed by the other four, all watching the arena. It was designed like a giant cage with bars as thick as trees and gaps large enough for the many spectators to not miss a single bit of the spectacle, yet small enough that no one could pass through. The one thing that shocked Axel was that all the spectators were naked, some of them engaging in debauchery with others already, explaining the reek of sex and musk that permeated the air. The heavy gate closed down behind the contestants, trapping them in this cage. The five of them were looking around, unsure of what was going on.

An announcer yelled from what looked like a privileged spot in the audience, a place where all the nobles had gathered, “Here come the five heroes who think they can defeat the beast! You all were sentenced to death, but chose this instead. Should you survive this trial, your sentence will be delayed. Otherwise...” he then stopped for a few seconds, and continued “Either way, let us wish them good luck, and let the game begin!”

Finally, the time to hunt had come!

The five gladiators were waiting, staring at the metal gate on the other side as it slowly rose. Even if somehow they managed to hold off against whatever creature was going to charge at them, the german shepherd was very uneasy at the idea of having criminals as allies. He was fully expecting them to betray him at any moment. The gate across the arena was immense, probably large enough to let a house-sized creature pass through. Each of the five were readying their weapons, holding their breath as the passageway opened.

But nothing came out. And yet, the tension was at its highest.

“Think it’ll come out soon?” a high-pitched voice asked.

“It has to.” Axel replied. “But I’m in no hurry.”

“It’s taking its sweet time...” the voice complained.

Axel’s blood ran cold. That voice belonged to none of the gladiators. He turned slowly, taking a step back, and his jaw dropped for a second. A 2’ tall white-furred mouse with large ears was waving his hand at him with a smile. It was unassuming, and stark naked. “Who... who a-are you?” the shepherd stammered, pointing his pike at the stranger.

“Just a lil guy!” The mouse said with a playful shrug. His green eyes looked straight into the german shepherd’s. With no warning whatsoever, the rodent’s eyes changed to red, and he spoke with an eldritch-like chorus of voices that sent shivers through the gladiators’ spines, “why do you ask?”

The naga immediately readied his bow and without the shadow of a doubt, fired an arrow at the intruder. “That’s our target, don’t-”

The mouse intercepted the arrow with his index finger, then flipped it around by tossing it in the air and gave it a flick at the back. The arrow was obliterated into splinters, except for the tip that was fired at tremendous speed towards the naga. The tip grazed against the reptile’s left cheek, and went on to slice apart one of the steel bars that made the cage. The naga was left so shocked he dropped his bow and could do nothing but tremble. “Careful with those weapons, they’re sharp.” the mouse innocently explained, wiping his finger and giving the snake a playful wink.

“H... how...” the shepherd muttered, his mind racing as he realized just how outclassed each of them were in front of this unassuming monster.

“You wouldn’t understand.” The mouse shrugged and explained “anyways, we’ve been sleeping since what feels like forever and-”

But the other gladiators had other plans. The bull came charging with his shield forward, hoping to slam the mouse down. The beast sighed and simply punched into the air in the direction of the bull, causing a shockwave so powerful that the shield shattered in pieces, that it knocked every piece of armor that he was wearing, and that the bull himself was sent flying backwards. The paladin traveled in the air until the other side of the cage, landing heavily enough against the steel bars that they bent significantly. Just like that, he was completely out.

Two daggers sliced from behind the beast, the panther having sneaked around. But in a flash, both blades were gone from his hands and tossed aside, along with the rest of all the blades hidden within the feline rogue’s cloak. A few knives fell from above, slicing through the cloak, leaving the stunned panther in just his undergarments before he hurried to try to gather his blades again.

Lastly, the donkey swung the axe downwards with great strength in a hit that should have been lethal. But the mouse stopped the blade with his finger and thumb, and lifted the axe and the equine warrior that was still holding on to it, slamming him down on the ground so strongly that it left a crater from the impact.

Axel had looked at it all, taking a few steps back on his shaky legs, aiming his pike at the mouse with a shaky hand. “You... you monster...”

But the mouse simply shrugged and gave the shepherd a cheeky smirk, the chorus of voices taunting him, “are you gonna be coming at us too or just keep pretending to be brave?”

The dog fell on his knees and let go of his spear, bringing his hands on the floor and planting his forehead on the rocky tiles of the arena. “P-please, s-spare me.”

The mouse looked genuinely surprised, raising a questioning eyebrow “What sort of strange tactic is that? We didn’t see any knife or other weapon on you, what are you planning?”

“N-no foul play, I swear. I... I surrender. I know I stand no chance against you, sir...”

The beast looked down at the groveling and shivering dog. “Fascinating. Makes the hunt a bit more boring, but it’s not like these other guys did anything interesting either anyways,” he grumbled, looking at the other four contestants one by one. And then, with a devious smirk, he offered the shepherd a deal “Tell you what. If you suck our dick, we’ll let you live longer than the others.”

“I’m... I’m sorry, what?” Axel muttered, looking up at the mouse.

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t hear us.”

“You’re... willing to spare me if I suck your dick?”

“Sparing is a strong word. But you could say that, in a sense.”

Axel gulped and looked at the beast. He gave an awkward smile and declared “I’ll do it. I’ll suck your dick. P-please, let me live...”

The creature simply just stepped closer to the shepherd and crouched to pat him on the head. “You’re full of surprises. Very well,” he laughed heartily, “remember our name, pup, for it is now your master’s and god’s name. We are Elitzahal, and for the remainder of your life, you are ours. Strip, and get ready to suck when we’re done with them. You may want to practice stretching your throat before we come back, and loosen your ass too just in case.”

“Y... yes, master El... Elitzahal?” The german shepherd whispered, ears folded backwards, much to the delight of the mouse. He wasn’t too sure what any of that meant, but he began undoing the straps on his armor to remove it. He kept an eye on the mouse, who licked his lips deviously as he started walking straight to the center of the crater left by the impact of the donkey.

The equine warrior was just about trying to stand up when the mouse kicked him on his back and placed his foot on the front of the neck. “You’ll do nicely first!” He exclaimed loudly to the audience, then letting out a demeaning “We do love horses after all...” and the crowd cheered wildly, their gazes previously uninterested in the fighting were now fixated on the mouse and the defeated prisoner.

The injured donkey protested, but the grip on his neck was too strong. Some eldritch magic flowed, making energy transfer from the gladiator to the tormentor. A wispy smoke was leaving the equine inmate and rushing into the mouse, who was huffing and licking his lips at the injection of strength.

In front of everyone’s eyes, the donkey seemed like he was deflating, the previously tight armor looking looser by the second. And in the meantime, Elitzahal was definitely picking up where the warrior was losing out on. Breathing heavily, the mouse brought a hand to his chest to feel it swell and grow thicker. With one arm, he flexed, seeing those muscles bulge thicker by the second.

The donkey could feel his strength leaving him. Panicking, he was thrashing around and scratching at the broken tiles on the floor and at the mouse’s growing calves. The monster that was stealing his pride, so much so that he was becoming exactly like the scrawny foals he so often mocked, and hated every second of it. And yet, there was nothing he could do. Nothing, but enduring, and hoping it would end soon.

As cheers and moans were rising in the arena, Elitzahal lifted his foot from the donkey’s neck, freeing him. While the gladiator was trying to scramble away, the creature admired his new shortstack body, “not bad, not bad at all! But you’ve got more for us, don’t you, horsey boy?”

The donkey stood up and attempted to make a mad dash away. It proved a useless endeavor; the mouse stopped him with a force spell that gave him a good grip on his neck and stopped the fleeing inmate.

“Take it all! Take it all!” The crowd was cheering wildly.

“Looks like they don’t agree with you running away, horsey boy. Too bad for you,” Elitzahal sneered, plopping the warrior on the ground on his knees in front of him. Keeping his spell up to paralyze the twink-ish horse, he snapped his fingers to make every remaining piece of armor and clothing vanish from the brown fur of the inmate. And then, his hands went straight to their goal: the equine warrior’s sheath, to grope it.

A moan escaped the donkey’s mouth, and he whispered “what are...”

“Shush. You’ll see in time. We always wanted to try horsecock, and you seem to still have a lot in that department despite all we’ve taken already!” Elitzahal rumbled deeply as he began groping that sheath with one hand, and the plump orange-sized equine balls with the other. His own privates were slowly erecting, his modest three inches rapidly erecting to full mast. The contrast between the two was almost comical. The 2’ tall shortstack dominating the twink-ish 6’ tall donkey truly was a sight to behold.

The donkey wanted to protest, but a fog was clouding his head. Elitzahal’s presence was overwhelming, and his touch was divine. It took him all of a minute to reach full erection, his foot and half long cock throbbing hard against the mouse’s hands. Pre was dripping hard from the tip, and the shortstack was licking his lips at the incoming reward. He stepped closer and pressed his thick pecs against the shaft, and brought both hands to knead the balls below, stimulating them into making a bigger load.

Completely overwhelmed by lust and desire, the donkey reached orgasm. Feeling merciful, Elitzahal let him have this moment, a few shots of cum blasting up in the air before they came down, splattering back down on the floor. And yet, the rodent did not stop. In fact, he redoubled his worship with even more fervor, taking the cockhead in his mouth and suckling on it hard. The donkey let out a pathetic bray-haw as he thrust his hips forward, reaching another climax.

Except that this time, instead of shooting cum, he was shooting his virility out, his cock and balls shrinking with every shot of his essence. Elitzahal drank it all out, delighted to see the donkey give in to lust and abandon himself. Many blasts of virility were shot, the mouse drinking it all, until the foot and half of horsecock and orange-sized balls had completely disappeared, leaving the gladiator with a null crotch.

After taking all of that, Elitzahal moved away from the donkey and flexed for the audience with one arm while his free hand went to stroke his cock. All that virility he took from the donkey was starting to show on him now. Four inches became six, and then eight, and still going, its tip taking on a blunt shape much like a horsecock’s. The cherry-sized balls below were growing fatter and heavier by the second, filling their sack more and more. A sheath formed around the base of his shaft. And, when his cock reached a foot long, enough to be level with his eyes, and his balls reached the size of apples, they stopped.

The donkey had been glaring at his null crotch and at the mouse with his mouth agape, completely unable to comprehend how that had just happened. “You... you took... give it back! Give me my virility back, you monster!” he yelled in a girly voice.

“Oh shush you. Mares like you are good for nothing but taking horsecocks. Which meaaaaaans...” he said with a smirk, stroking his equine cock up and down slowly while keeping eye contact.

“No... You can’t...” the donkey pleaded, attempting to free himself from the spell that was still binding him.

“You have no choice in this, horsey boy.” Elitzahal said, bending his spell to force the mare on the ground on his back. And so, he brought his throbbing horsecock to the inmate’s ass, pushing in and eliciting a pathetic whinnying from the donkey.

The eldritch being was taking great delight in making the donkey moan as he spread the virgin ass wide with his new horse cock. He pushed inch after inch, flattening the now useless prostate and making the mare let out grunts and whinnies. The ex-warrior was gripping on the floor, his body responding too well to the stimulation, his mind in a constant state of orgasm that made everything foggy.

Elitzahal kept on fucking the donkey, pushing half of his cock in and out without giving any respite. His magic resumed once more to take more from the gladiator yet again. This time, the shortstack was taking the mare’s height, the last thing that he still had to give. Every one of his thrusts made him take an inch away from the warrior to add it to his own frame. And so he grew, his fucktoy shrinking. His cock was making a rather large bulge in the shrinking mare’s belly, and then chest. When both of them passed four feet in height, the donkey shrinking below that point and the mouse growing past that point, the mouse finally came, unleashing strong blasts of cum one after another, making the mare’s belly grow and grow and grow, each blast making it look more bloated. And yet, despite cumming, he did not stop taking the donkey’s size, instead, simply he pulled his cock partially out until only his cockhead was in. All this cum fired in the shrinking donkey caused it to start seeping through the mare’s mouth since it had nowhere else to go with how immensely inflated he already was.

The eldritch entity eventually pulled the tip of his cock out of the foot tall donkey, letting the tiny fall on the ground as he showered him with more spunk. Somewhere, in that puddle, the donkey continued shrinking until he was no more.

Elitzahal huffed loudly, rising on his feet and showing off to the crowd that was yelling from orgasm and from admiration. Now standing at six foot and half, with two feet of horsecock throbbing against his pectorals, and overproductive grapefruit-sized balls, the ancient creature flexed for the audience.

Axel was carefully watching the scene, completely entranced. His mind was in an utter state of confusion; on one hand, he was horrified by what was happening to the shrinking donkey, but on the other hand, there was something so highly erotic about the scene unfolding in front of him. And deep down, while he was definitely hoping the rodent would keep him around, there was a tiny portion of him that wanted to also contribute to this show.

Gasps and panicked yelling arose as a flash of black fur appeared behind the mouse, throwing three knives and dashing to stab with another two. But all of them simply just bounced off the creature’s back, making the audience cheer even harder now that their champion and star of the show was unharmed.

“Trying to take the spotlight, friend?” Elitzahal joked, the chorus of his voices deeper from all the growing, turning back to the panther.

“I’m not your friend,” the panther replied coldly, “now die,” he growled as he went straight for the mouse’s neck.

But once more, it just bounced off. And the mouse grabbed on to the feline rogue’s wrist, holding him up in the air easily now that he was a foot and half taller than his opponent. “Such a feisty little cat,” he mocked as the panther was trying to claw his way out of this predicament. “Cease now,” he ordered with a deep and commanding voice.

The effect was instantaneous, the panther retracted his claws and stopped struggling. “Fuck you.”

“You’ve got it reversed, kitty. You’re the one about to be fucked.” the mouse declared loudly to the audience with a smirk, tearing apart the rogue’s underwear.

The feline warrior clenched his jaw, but he couldn’t do anything against the eldritch entity’s spell. “This whole thing was bullshit. A chance at redemption my ass!”

“Don’t shoot us,” the mouse said with a wink, “we’re just the messenger here,” he said, holding the panther up with a hand and using his free hand to bring his cock to rub against the powerless gladiator’s cheek and face.

A deep growl came from the panther as he was flipped around, the massive shaft rubbing against his back instead. “Just kill me the normal way!” he pleaded to the mouse.

“No can do. Got a show to make out of you criminals after all,” the mouse said as he brought the tip of his cock to the panther’s ass and pushed it, causing a loud mrowl to echo in the arena, followed by the cheers of the audience who were rooting for the eldritch being.

The rogue was suspended in the air by one arm held by the mouse and by the massive shaft piercing his ass. The invading spire was throbbing hard, spreading his cheeks wider than he thought could be possible. And yet still, Elitzahal kept on going deeper and deeper, shoving inch after inch after inch, flattening every organ on the way. A large bulge was forming in the panther’s belly, and the mouse brought a hand to grope it through the panther’s hide. The previously cute little belly was being bulged beyond comprehension, the mouse’s magic making it possible and even enjoyable for the feline gladiator.

With that much cock in the panther, Elitzahal no longer needed to hold the other by the wrist and instead brought his hand to the panther’s erection to give it a grope. The big cat was blushing hard, spasming around the massive shaft, and somewhat bucking his hips against the creature’s hand. The mouse’s heavy balls were churning hard, swinging back and forth in rhythm with his pushing and pulling. And he was making sure to slowly turn around a little with every few thrusts so as to give everyone in the audience an opportunity to glare at that massive protrusion in the panther’s belly.

The mouse eventually let go of the protrusion in the rogue and instead brought his hand to hold the gladiator’s hips to help thrusting in deeper. A foot and half of horsecock buried in that black-furred ass soon became two feet as the sheath was rammed against with every shoving motion. Even the panther was starting to help, bringing both hands around the bulge in his belly to massage the shaft within.

With this much stimulation going on, the panther let out a loud meow as he came, blasting cumshots in front of the duo, splattering the tiles with several ropes of feline jizz. Elitzahal grinned wide, as that orgasm caused the cat to spasm around, providing some immensely pleasurable clenching around his own cock. But he held back from cumming on the spot as he had other plans here.

When the panther’s orgasm petered out, the eldritch being wrapped his hand around the privates and used his powers to detach them from the panther’s crotch, eliciting a mrow of protest that was quickly silenced by the many thrusts that flattened the cat’s prostate over and over, driving his mind in a constant state of orgasm. And despite his junk being cleanly plucked off like that, the feline inmate could still feel everything, and found himself face to face with his own detached cock.

“What... what are-” the panther tried to say before that cock was shoved through his lips, plugging his mouth shut.

Elitzahal always delighted in watching the reactions of his toys when he did that to them. The panther all too eagerly began sucking, shivering and trembling as another climax was building up. The rogue even brought his hands to massage his balls that were hanging in front of his face as he was deepthroating himself.

And with that taken care of, the mouse pulled a foot of cock out of the panther’s ass, making him half-whine of protest. Then, he pushed it back in, while pressing against the bulge to realign the shaft to go upwards rather than forward in the panther. Instead of bloating the panther’s belly, the horsecock was slowly traveling up the stomach, then chest, then neck, making a fairly big bulge along the way.

Once he was deeply hilted in, with the panther’s ass pressed hard against his crotch, Elitzahal grinned. Pre was starting to pool in the rogue’s throat, soon flooding his mouth, and causing him to become a fountain of pre. When he saw that flow go, he brought a hand to his toy’s detached dick to slowly push in deeper and deeper, its tip grazing against the blunted head of his large horsecock. The slit opened and easily welcomed the poking manhood in. The gladiator almost came as his shaft was being drenched and slurped into the moist and tight embrace of the eldritch entity’s cock.

The panther was gagging around his own shaft and soon, his balls were bulging his cheeks as they too were drawn in by the slurping. Even in this state, he could feel it all, and orgasm hit him again, making him squirm as his cock blasted cum down the urethra of the one invading his entire body. The protrusion in his front side was showing an extra few bumps from how his cock and balls were sinking deeper through. Elitzahal leaned down and, as soon as the panther’s balls were fully buried in his shaft, he shoved his tongue in the maw that was forced open, to start lapping at the tip of his throbbing spire.

Inch after inch, the bulge traveled down all while the panther squirmed hard from repeated orgasms. The cat’s spasming was particularly strong when the bulge reached near his prostate and then rear hole. But at that point, any climax from the gladiator would start to slow down. With the the eldritch creature was moving on to the next phase.

The rogue’s privates were shrinking and fading as they were absorbed into the much larger shaft and balls of the eldritch being. Tiny barbs, much like the ones that adorned the panther’s dick, were growing all over the horsecock. The rodent began thrusting again, the panther whine-moaning hard as those spines provided a deep scratching that he never knew he needed. Not only that, but every thrust was reaching deeper in, so much so that the bulge in the feline neck was slowly bloating higher and higher, the fountain of pre resuming once more.

The rogue was squirming and moaning hard as pre dripped down from the sides of his mouth. The massive dick bloating him was absolutely wrecking every inch of his body. Soon, the flared head of the horsecock was peeking through his lips, forcing his maw wider open as it passed through from all the extra mass added to it.

Elitzahal simply smiled as his tongue was pushed out of the panther’s jaw. This gave him another opportunity, where he leaned against the blunt head of his cock to give it a kiss, plunging his tongue deep in the pipe to lick as much as he could from within. Many barbs passed through the panther’s lips, springing to life and growing into rather large flesh spikes. Meanwhile, his balls were dropping lower yet again, a slight sloshing coming from them as they were preparing another load to blast all over the place.

The eldritch creature brought both hands around the panther’s waist to hold him, and began rocking him up and down while also humping in him, doubling up on the pace of the fucking. To him, the rogue was nothing more than a fleshlight now. Arousal was skyrocketing for him; his cock was being so thoroughly stimulated by the panther’s squirming, by his own french kissing, and by the sight of his shaft rising nearly half a foot out of his toy’s mouth.

Feeling his climax approach, Elitzahal let go of the kissing. His balls clenched as they sent a fresh batch of cum out, bulging his cock wide with how much was being unleashed. Mouse spunk flew up high, eliciting many cries of admiration and envy from the crowd. The splatters landed all around the duo, leaving large puddles in many places around the two of them.

Axel was watching in awe, his cock rock hard at the sight of the panther being pierced from end to end and used as a mere cocksleeve. An hour ago, he would have found this absolutely repulsive. Even when that sort of thing was happening to the donkey, he was mildly horrified. But now, there was something about this creature playing with them as if they were mere toys that was awakening a need in him. He wanted to be treated like a mere toy for a superior male, just like the donkey had been, and just how the panther was right then. Unconsciously, he brought a hand to his shaft and started stroking it, needing only a few seconds for him to blow his load, half ashamed of that and half wishing to see even more.

Once again, Elitzahal slowly rotated around in the arena to give a good show to everyone. He aimed his cock towards the audience, who all eagerly gathered in the places where his cum was splattering, renewing the vigor of the many people admiring the show. When his climax petered out, he went back to kissing the flared head of his cock, then wrapping his mouth around the immense flare to take it in. And, very slowly, he pulled the panther up, opening his maw just a little more as the panther’s snout was approaching.

Excited cheers rose as people saw the panther’s head slowly disappear in the creature’s mouth. The rogue was barely responsive by that point, his mind too lost in the haze of the continuous orgasm he had experienced to comprehend what was happening anymore. He could only twitch and squirm as he felt those barbs scrape at every inch of the tunnel that had been drilled in him by that massive horsecock.

The mouse simply just pulled his head back, his teeth gripping around the panther’s skull to slowly pull him off his cock, and he opened his mouth wider to let the shoulders sink in. Using his hands to bring his meal up, he was able to swallow more and more of the feline. Chest soon disappeared within the body of the mouse, followed by the lightly inflated belly, then the hips, and soon the gaping ass that finally was freed from the monster within. For the first time since he had grown again, his cock was visible for all, all three feet of it. A monstrous horsecock covered in many barbs, that was leaking so much cum and pre it was already forming a puddle under him. It was not going down in the least, the mouse being so incredibly aroused by his ongoing devouring of the panther.

Because the difference in their sizes was only a foot and half, the eldritch creature was struggling a little to shove the panther’s legs in. The big cat’s head was already buried deep in his predator’s stomach, and he moved himself into a foetal position as soon as he could. There was a sort of twisted and odd comfort in resting and settling in there as more of him was being welcomed by the warmth of the belly.

Eventually, the legs too disappeared, leaving the mouse huffing from satisfaction at the plentiful meal he had just taken in. He gave his belly a good pat as it began working on absorbing his prey. For now, it was showing the immense bulge of the panther that was sleeping within, but that would change soon.

The panther slowly diminished in size as his very essence was absorbed by the superior being. And meanwhile, the mouse simply just patted his belly with one hand while he flexed his other arm for the audience. All while gaining inches slowly, but surely. Already half a foot was added, bringing the stud to seven feet tall. And while his cock and balls did not take much growth for themselves at all, they still grew a tiny bit larger too.

Size was not the only thing that came from the panther and added to the growing mouse. There was more; his feet slowly changed into a digitigrade structure and growing massive claws that tore through the stone tiles below him. His previously small rodent-like teeth were sharpening into fangs fit for the apex predator that he was growing into. And soon, he reached over eight feet tall, two of his fangs growing much larger than the rest into powerful canines that could tear through even the strongest materials. His hands became a lot bulkier, while his nails grew into huge claws that could tear through stone and metal too.

Even his fur was changing, gaining some light gray accents similar to that of a panther’s. His pupils became slitted, much like a cat’s. Every single one of his muscles was growing thicker and stronger as more was taken from the rogue, whose form was vanishing little by little from that belly, soon replaced by a thick ten-pack instead. The nine foot mark was passed fast, the previously muscular mouse slowly becoming a hugely massive bodybuilder.

When Elitzahal finished consuming his second prey of the day, he had just grown to 10’2. He struck a few poses for the audience, making sure to show off his thick muscles, his four foot barbed horsecock that poked him in the chin, and his two massive pumpkin balls to every single one of the voyeurs. He even did an extra pose specifically for Axel, who ended up lowering his ears and whimpering from desire at the sight.

“Soon, my little pup, soon,” the entity cooed with a chorus of deep baritone voice. But before claiming the german shepherd, there were still more contestants to take care of first. And so he turned towards the still stunned bull. The shockwave that had hit this gladiator had left him completely bare, his massively thick body on full display.

The mouse snapped his finger, his magic lifting the unconscious bull to bring him in the center of the arena instead. The gladiator was set down on the floor on his back. The intense pheromones hanging around him were so potent that the paladin grew a raging hard erection in record time. Chuckling at the sight, Elitzahal twirled his finger to infuse the bovine shaft with his magic to triple it in size to three feet. He licked his lips, lining up his own cockslit with the bull’s pointy dick. And he forced the inmate’s cock within his own, starting to hump like a crazed beast.

Having an unconscious prey was not satisfying in the least, so the eldritch being brought a hand to the comatose gladiator’s head to force him to awake. To say the bull was confused would be an understatement. The victim barely had a few seconds to understand what was happening to him. And yet, he gathered his thoughts and started protesting, first pressing his hands against the flared head that was diving on his cock, and then groaning loudly.

Sensing this resistance delighted the mouse. He leaned down to get on all fours above his victim, absolutely looming over him. One of his hands went to the bull’s arm to shove it on the ground and pin him down. The gladiator tried pushing the monster with his other hand, but to no avail. Elitzahal simply just ignored it and continued pushing his cock down around his toy’s, making his bulge outwards significantly.

When the flare was pushing against the bull’s sheath, the mouse brought his hand to that sheath to infuse more magic. The bull’s shaft almost double in size yet again, causing the mouse’s horsecock to bloat significantly more with the shape of the invading dick. The gladiator tried to protest, but his mind was slowly giving in to the overwhelming pheromones and the ever-rising lust that came with the magically enhanced virility. Upon seeing the resistance replace with eagerness, the mouse relaxed his grip and instead stood on his knees in front of the bull, their cocks still partially locked together.

Drunk on this libido, the bull rushed up to his feet and wrapped both arms around the horsecock to start fucking it hard. The hunched down paladin rammed his cock as deep as he could, pulling easily a foot before shoving back inside. His balls too got a similar treatment from the mouse, tripling in width and hanging low, swinging back and forth with the frantic humping of the lust-drunk gladiator.

Elitzahal simply held the bull by the horns, using them as levers to help push and pull faster and faster, sensing the other man’s orgasm fast approaching. And, once it came, he let his magic take over. The bull moan-yelled as he reached the peak of pleasure. but instead of cumming, his melon-sized balls simply repeatedly clenched and hoisted up as they shot a blank. The mouse’s cock started suckling hard on the paladin’s shaft, sucking so hard that one of the bull’s balls was sucked right through into the gladiator’s urethra, quickly followed by the second one. The two balls traveled down the shaft, making a visible bulge as they moved and making the bull arc his back and drool from the overwhelming pleasure caused by the stretching.

As soon as the two bulges disappeared down in the base of the mouse’s horsecock, the bull fell on his ass, leaning back from the pure bliss he had experienced. Only a foot of bull cock out of the five total was still buried in the creature’s cock. Still, Elitzahal was not done yet with him. While his toy had been busy revelling in the pleasure, he had grabbed one of his next prey’s hooves to bring it to the slit of his cock, which eagerly welcomed the invasion by pulling on it.

The bull realized something was wrong when he felt the suction around his ankle. A chill ran down his spine, and he fearfully asked “what are you doing?!” before he turned himself around on the floor to try to crawl away. With his cock and one leg being completely trapped in the hungry horsecock, it was a tough ordeal, one that he was losing fast.

“Just putting you where you belong,” the mouse mocked as his hungry dick pulled a few more inches of the bull in.

The desperate gladiator tried kicking the flared head of the cock to get rid of it, not realizing it was a futile endeavor, and even one that would spell his doom even faster. “Let me go!” he yelled from desperation. One of the kicks brought his hoof too close to the slit, which captured the hoof within and started pulling it in too. Not able to kick any longer, he tried digging his hands against the stone tiles of the arena to crawl away, but the ravenous suckling was too strong. He was getting pulled closer and closer, his knees disappearing into the hungry shaft.

No reaction came from the mouse, aside from a satisfied grin. He stood back up, feeling the bull’s balls in his own and feeling their heft slowly transfer to him, the pumpkins that dangled from his crotch growing fatter and heavier by the second. His cock continued slurping despite the futile struggling of the inmate, pulling more and more and more. Thighs disappeared in, then crotch and ass.

Panicked, the bull brought a hand to the bloated cock to push against its flared head, his fingers slipping on the plentiful pre, causing one hand to slide in the slit too. His last free limb was desperately trying to hold on to something on the floor. Any sort of struggling from his legs or trapped arm was pointless, the shaft was imprisoning them too strongly. The only visible movement in the shaft was the outline of the gladiator slowly sinking down, as well as the slurping down from the hungry cock.

Once the prey’s navel sank in, Elitzahal moved his hands below his cock to pull it and the bull up in the air to better show to everyone as it slowly devoured the helpless prey. One hand kept it hoisted up high for all to see while the other was set on the gladiator’s shoulder to help push him down to his fate.

Already down in the shaft up to the bottom of his pectorals, the bull was trying to punch and grip on anything he could on the cock. That only served to help stimulate the hungry shaft further, encouraging it to slurp on him faster and faster.

A hand gripped the bull’s horn, and detached one of them with the help of magic. “You won’t need those. We bet they’d look good on us though...” and he brought it to his own head to attach it, making it grow tremendously to match his behemoth-like frame. He repeated the process for the other horn, ending up with a massively threatening pair of them on his head.

As if to tease his prey, Elitzahal stopped the slurping for a moment, using his magic to start draining the bull’s virility instead. Inch after inch disappeared from the bull’s cock that was buried down in him. Each of those was slowly being added to his own shaft, making it fatten up little by little, and helping it rise higher to swallow more of its prey.

The gladiator, who thought he had found a stable grip, panicked once more as the shaft rose around him. The monstrous flare progressed fast, forcing the bull’s free arm upwards as it swallowed his shoulder and his neck. “Please, stop!” he pleaded as the shaft fattened up along his jawline, his eyes soon disappearing down the ravenous monument. All that was left was a forearm that was slowly being buried, until only the hand was left. It too disappeared down the growing and hungry shaft, the now complete outline of the bull sinking down faster and faster toward its destination.

Elitzahal wrapped both arms around his cock to give it as thorough a massage as possible, even pushing down against the bulge to help the bull sink further down. Already half of the bulge was bloating the mouse’s ballsack, with more and more sinking deeper. Even with the growing from absorbing the paladin’s fat balls, the mouse’s cum tanks were stretched out wide with their meal. The sack was bloating outwards more and more as the bulge made by the prey’s head finally was pushed down in there. The enormous sack was so filled with their meal that it rested heavily against the floor, the outline of the meal clearly visible.

The bull was still struggling and pushing against the walls of his prison, but the overpowering musk in there was clouding his mind and forcing him into surrender. He brought his hands to his cock only to realize that it was completely gone. So, he resigned himself to rub on his null crotch, finding no pleasure from that and instead great pleasure from taking in the ever-present musk from this cage he found himself in.

The mouse once more flexed for the audience, giving them a wide grin as they cheered. His magic immediately started working on the bull, taking everything the prey had to offer. Inches of size, muscle definition, even remnants of his virility. Using all these, the already huge rodent grew taller, broader, more muscular, and even more virile than he already was.

Axel was watching from afar, sitting on his knees. His ears were flattened against his head, his tail was wagging as he gawked at the growing giant. The simple sight of that titan of muscle and virility brought him to orgasm over and over again, shooting rope after rope of cum in front of him, over and over again and again and again. There was nothing he wished more than to see his master rise and attain a body worthy of being called a god’s.

Inches of bulk became feet on the behemoth of a mouse, who was growing into the manliest and virilest god. Eleven feet were passed, his cock blasting shots of pre that were thicker than his previous orgasms combined, soaking entire portions of the coliseum. Twelve feet next, his balls smoothing and growing tremendously larger, large enough to completely eclipse the shape of the bull sleeping within. Thirteen feet next, every muscle in his body swelling with each time he breathed in, never going back down on exhaling. And soon, fourteen feet, the tip of his cock passing eye level with him already. Fifteen feet already, the soul of the bull slowly fading in him to feed him with more size and power.

And finally, sixteen feet and a half. Elitzahal let out a deep bellow of satisfaction, cupping his huge pectorals to give them a good squeeze before flexing once more for the audience. At that point, his cock was easily two feet wide, and just about reaching above his ears and between his horns. Meanwhile, his enormous cum tanks were heavily dragging on the ground, churning so loudly that even the audience could hear it now. Elitzahal turned to Aley, to give him a wink, making the pup orgasm on the spot as he whined from desire.

“Come on out, snake, it’s your turn next,” the giant bellowed with his multitude of voices, looking at a giant boulder on the floor of the arena. There was no response. Sighing, the mouse went to the rock, his immense balls scraping against the ground and leaving a trench behind them, grabbed the boulder with two fingers, effortlessly lifting and tossing it aside.

The snake inmate immediately tried fleeing after his cover was taken away. It took only a firm pawstep on the tip of his tail to lock him in place, making him half-yell and half hiss. “Let me go, you freak!”

The mouse simply leaned down to pick up the tip of the tail and lifted the snake up in the air. “There’s no escaping now. Should have thought about that before trying to kill us. And that’s not even mentioning the reason why you’re a prisoner in this arena, is it now?”

The serpent shivered, writhing in the air like a defenseless worm on a fishing hook. wiggling and trying to break free. “I didn’t... know! You’d be so-”

“Handsome?” Elitzahal interrupted, “why thank you. Say, we’ve always wondered, is it true that snakes’ mouths can stretch immensely wide?”

The naga gulped loudly at the question, “it... it depends... why?”

The eldritch creature chuckled, throwing a look at his monstrous cock, and looked back at the snake with a smirk, “do you reckon your jaw can stretch enough for that?”

The snake started thrashing wildly at the simple thought of that, yelling “absolutely not! Fuck off! Let me go, you monster!”

“You spout a lot of nonsense with that mouth of yours. Let us help you solve that issue for you, yes?”

The snake flung himself upwards at the mouse to try to bite into the arm holding him upside down in the air. His fangs however were met with the toughest skin he had ever had the displeasure of trying to bite, and he immediately let go, yelling from the pain in his jaw.

The cry was short-lived as the eldritch creature grabbed the reptile’s neck with his free hand. “You should really be careful with these sharp objects, it really looks like you can’t handle them in the end...” he said, snapping his fingers to once more use his magic.

The snake’s pain disappeared immediately, replaced by just confusion. But his forked tongue quickly caught up on what had happened by prodding at his previously hurt gums. His fangs were completely gone. Outraged, the reptile tried hissing and thrashing once more, coiling his tail around the mouse’s neck to attempt to strangle him.

This useless attempt at breaking free did not faze the eldritch god in the least. Elitzahal simply smirked, showing off his fangs to the ranger. His magic was taking those fangs for himself, his already large pair of canines lengthening into massive saber teeth. And, when he was satisfied with his new fangs, he brought a finger between the snake’s lips to force the jaw open. And, the other hand let go of the ranger’s neck to also pass his thumb in the mouth to force it wider open.

Ignoring the snake pushing against his monstrous cock in an attempt to protest, the muscle god lifted his newest toy’s head above his shaft, pulling on the lips wider to force them to spread wider. And, he pulled the snake down on his immense dick, the gladiator gagging and grunting. The ranger so desperately tried to break free by pushing against the shaft, even trying to use the huge barbs covering it as leverage, but with no success. If anything, it instead helped the mouse, who let go of that mouth to instead grab on to the naga’s arms to help pull him further.

The snake’s head was no longer recognizable with how impossibly stretched he was. Next to be bloated was his neck, followed by his entire chest. The mouse was wasting very little time in pulling the snake down on his gargantuan pillar of virility. The toy tried coughing, writhing, struggling, but only his tail could move as the rest of his body was under full control of his tormentor. An enormous amount of pre was fired in the naga, whose entire serpentine lower body was starting to inflate like a water balloon. The bulge of that massive cock kept on diving deeper, each barb causing a mini-protrusion too.

Elitzahal kept on pulling on the snake’s arms, the long serpentine body bulging outwards from the shape of his monstrous shaft shoved within and bloating from the sheer amount of pre fired within. Already half of that mighty flesh pillar was buried in, and yet still there was so much more of the naga’s long body to fill. The mouse brought a hand to the snake’s sides to grab on to him more strongly, to use the snake like a mere condom around his monument of virility. His strokes were powerful, pulling and pushing several feet in and out, and always pulling the snake deeper on his cock.

It was like looking at an air balloon getting inflated. The more pre was fired in the snake, the more his serpentine body was forced in a straight position, severely limiting the writhing and thrashing around. Elitzahal started rocking his hips back and forth with great strength, also moving the snake up and down by holding on to what he assumed was his waist (it was hard to tell with how bloated the naga was) and pushing and pulling.

Axel could no longer restrain himself. He stood up from his kneeling position, and weakly took step after step towards the giant, whining from envy at the ranger. He was the one who had promised to suck his master’s dick, and the snake was the one who got to do it. Yet, he was hoping the naga would end up as yet again more mass for the giant so that he could, when it would be his turn later, feel even more of the titan in him. He eventually found himself next to the giant that was now nearly three times his size. Lost in his lust, he simply just opened his arms wide and rested his entire body against the mouse’s gargantuan balls. It took less than a second of him humping against those cum tanks to reach climax, unleashing load after load as he took in the powerful musk in and listened in on the churning of his master’s balls.

Elitzahal took a pause when he felt this. Rarely were his victims as eager as that shepherd. But still, his mind was focused on the naga, and so he resumed the facefucking, shoving the snake further down until all eight feet of his monstrous cock were buried deep. The naga was an amazing cocksleeve, still having six more feet of serpentine body that wasn’t yet taken by the giant shaft.

He pulled on the snake more and more still, pulling so hard that the naga’s bloated lips and head were shoved right in his sheath. The reptile was mostly unrecognizable by that point, an overly inflated balloon that kept on expanding in all directions from all the pre that filled him. A river of musky pre began gushing from the snake’s rear hole, situated a foot away from the tip of his tail.

Everything went dark for the snake. His vision went out as he was shoved in the immense sheath, and his nose was overwhelmed by the musk that becomes a hundred times stronger from being trapped in this moist cave. Both of his arms were forced in next. This was the point where he, much like the others before him, began fading from the world. His mind went blank, and slowly he was being absorbed into the eldritch god.

Elitzahal huffed loudly, feeling the snake start to melt within his sheath. Once more mass started piling up on him, making him grow larger in all aspects. He let himself fall forward on all fours, one hand landing so hard on the ground it made it crack in many rifts. Meanwhile, his other hand resumed rubbing the naga-turned-condom that was still inflating. His sheath was pulsating with more size and started slurping down its snack deeper in to consume and assimilate more. Inches piled on to his frame, muscles bulged once more, balls grew fatter and heavier, pushing Axel away. The naga was still bloating larger, this time both from the increased amount of pre shot in him, but also from how immensely wider the barbed horsecock was growing within him. While there were five feet of leeway just moments ago, the bulge of the cock was almost reaching to the snake’s asshole. The growth caused a lot of flow to push out of the naga’s rear, a torrent of pre escaping and pooling on the floor.

The mouse kept on growing, groaning and growling as he mercilessly fucked the snake’s body while his sheath continued on consuming more and more. Eighteen feet were reached, and his cock blasted right through the naga’s asshole, making him a fleshlight instead of a condom now.

Foot after foot, the snake’s body slid down along the behemoth of a mouse’s horsecock, immediately consumed and transformed into more mass for the expanding monster. Nineteen feet were effortlessly reached, and still there was so much more naga to consume. His sheath grew so immense that, in that almost-all-fours position, it was scraping against the ground, and still getting fatter. His cock was spurting shots of pre that were washing over the lucky members of the audience that had amassed on that side of the arena.

The mouse began humping against the ground, trapping his gargantuan shaft between his mountainous pecs and the wrecked tiles of the arena. Twenty feet tall were reached. His balls were growing so hard and fast that Axel had to take a step back every couple seconds so as to not get flattened under them, even though he very much would have enjoyed that. The immense cock was now reaching well past the mouse’s head, and its owner was licking all over the length and the mighty barbs that covered it, allowing himself some more self-indulgence in that moment.

The tip of the snake’s tail disappeared within the monstrous creature’s sheath, bringing the titan to a whopping 21’ tall. The god was shivering from the rush of power and virility, barely holding back from blasting a load all over the place. But he had other plans for the content of his balls, and it involved a certain diligent pup.

Slowly, the giant arose back on his paws, flexing his immense pecs for the audience, also flexing his twelve foot horsecock to make it spurt more pre all over the crowds. And soon, his eyes went to look at the last gladiator in the arena.

Axel shivered when he sensed the giant’s gaze on himself. His heart skipped a beat, and he looked up, ears flattened and tail wagging shyly. “Master... Elitzahal... please take me next...” the pup begged.

Elitzahal sighed, looking down at the german shepherd. Unlike for the other gladiators, he felt hesitant to take him in like he had the others. In order to have a few words with the begging pup, he used his magic to cancel his lust-inducing aura around him. His typical malicious grin became a sad look of compassion. “The others deserved to be ended. But you, we sense no malice within you. You only took revenge on the one who robbed you of your family.”

The spell and pheromones being gone, and being reminded of why he was here in the first place took Axel by surprise. Even with the nearly-hypnotizing aura away, he still found himself somewhat wishing for the giant to take him. He looked down to the ground, his tail stopping any movement. Balling his hand in a fist, he muttered through his teeth “I did what I had to.” and then, he looked up at the god, “Now, do what you must.”

Elitzahal knelt in front of the last gladiator and leaned down, and the chorus of voices disappeared to leave only one singular deep voice instead, “We may be a cruel tyrant, we only end people who deserve to be punished. If you so wish, we can make them release you.”

“I have no one left to go back to...”

“We know. But then, why did you take this trial?”

Axel looked away, sighing heavily. “I wanted another chance at a fair trial. But... I think I knew it was never gonna happen... So... maybe it was to have one last thrill before I disappear.”

The crowd was getting rowdy, chanting things like “End him! End him!”

But Elitzahal simply just patted the shepherd’s head with a finger, and gently said “we have a proposition for you, then. One last thrill before the old you disappears, and you join us in divinity. How does that sound?”

The gladiator looked up and joked, “is this some fancy way to tell me to suck your dick?” his tail wagging slowly again.

“Take it as you will. What we want is your ass. And your knot too, but that’s another thing entirely.”

Lowering his ears, the pup smiled, “they’re both yours to take... master Elitzahal.”

Elitzahal broke the spell that restrained his lustful aura, instantly overpowering the pup, before he poured a lot of his magic into the german shepherd and stood up to watch the effect of both combined.

Axel yelped from the overwhelming rush of power in him. His body began bulging outwards in all directions, packing on immense muscles, mighty virility, and overwhelming size. Foot after foot was added to his frame, making him whine and groan from the soaring libido. He writhed on the ground from his senses going into overdrive. Every muscle in his body was throbbing bigger, ballooning to levels comparable to the god overlooking him. The ground was crackling with the immense weight he was putting on. His balls groaned as they grew fatter and heavier by the second, overproducing cum that they were sending through already for a continuous orgasm. His cock blasted jizz all over the place as it throbbed wildly, growing fatter and longer.

The growth just kept going for the dog, with the behemoth of a mouse watching with a satisfied grin. Axel was gonna be a splendid addition.

The last gladiator arched his back, both hands furiously stroking his ever-growing cock, adding more mess to the growing lake of cum in the arena. Some boo’s echoed from the crowd as the shepherd was slowly approaching the same size as the behemoth of a mouse, but still, Elitzahal kept on watching his creation outgrow him. Only when the shepherd reached twenty-eight feet did the growth stop. Axel was moan-whining on the floor as his cock unleashed torrents of cum that blasted against the far wall with enough strength that it was splattering all over a good third of the arena.

The eldritch entity approached his enhanced pup, crouching a little give him a kiss on the cheek and give his monstrously huge cock a good rubbing. “You’re all ready, now, our beautiful pup. Show us your rear, it’s time for us to claim you,” he whispered softly, yet possessively in the ears of the shepherd.

Axel didn’t need to be told twice. He flipped himself on all fours, his monstrously huge cock taking almost all of the space underneath him, so much so he wouldn’t really need to place his hands on the ground in this position. His balls were reaching higher than his ass, yet still he raised his tail high up to offer his rear to the god of virility.

Elitzahal stood back up, bringing both hands to those massive cheeks to spread them wide. And then, he lined up his gargantuan cock with the hole, giving the pup three seconds of drenching the way with his pre before he pushed in.

The gladiator howl-moaned as his ass was spread by a shaft as wide as he was. The monstrously huge brown-furred balls of the shepherd were smothered and completely eclipsed by the titanic balls of the monstrous mouse. Axel was in heaven, senses completely overwhelmed by the growth and the penetration. The shape of his entire belly and abs disappeared to give way to the shape of the gargantuan barbed horsecock invading him. “F-fuck! Deeper!” he cried out, “fuck me harder, master!”

Wanting to hold back to fully enjoy this, the mouse was hesitating on going much harder, but this pup was really working him up. He pushed several feet deeper in, the pup yowling in pleasure and blasting another load of cum all over the area in front of the two rutting giants. To hold his fucktoy in place, he wrapped his arms around the dog’s bloated sides and started pounding hard, several feet being rammed and pulled at once at an accelerating pace.

Axel spasmed from the climax, causing his ass and his body to squeeze around the monstrous horsecock, those tiny barbs repeatedly scraping against his insides and renewing his orgasm again and again. He hugged his monstrous shaft, stroking it despite being already in the middle of the peak of pleasure. “Harder, please, master!”

Elitzahal obliged. He accelerated the rhythm yet again, pushing so much of his monstrous flesh pillar in that the pup’s torso was bloating outwards. A torrent of pre was escaping the tip and passing right in the dog’s oesophagus, making it leak with every shoving in.

Axel whined “more...” he begged, his overwhelmed mind completely overwritten with lust. “More...” he asked yet again, clenching his ass hard around the titanic spire buried in him. “P-please! More!”

That insatiability was driving Elitzahal wild. He kept on pushing more and more, until he was fully hilted in. He leaned down, his head reaching to the shoulders of the other giant, and his hand caressing the bloated neck of the dog. “Are you ready to join us?” the god whispered.

Gurgling through the pre flowing in his mouth and from the massive shaft occupying the base of his neck, the shepherd was only able to mutter “make me... *urk*... yours... *ufff*... master...”

And so it was time. Elitzahal let go of his pup, pulling half of his cock, taking the legs of the gladiator in a hand each, guiding those paws right inside of his monstrous sheath. And, he pushed them in before ramming his cock back in, making the legs of the dog find their way in his sheath.

Axel moaned as he felt the comforting warmth around his muscular legs. His master’s hands roamed along his sides and found his knot, fondling it strongly. The dog could tell that his legs were becoming a lot more sensitive, at least as much as his knot was. He lost the ability to move them, but he didn’t care about it, all he wanted was to become part of his master.

Elitzahal worked his magic around the dog’s legs, slowly reforming them into a gargantuan knot within his sheath. And then, as it erected out of his sheath, the mouse pulled the half-merging dog right on to that massive new ball of flesh, slowly pushing it and bloating the pup’s ass wider than ever before.

The gladiator’s orgasm doubled in strength as he felt his legs, or rather, his legs-turned-knot spread his own ass and bloat his entire belly. The tip of the monstrous barbed horsecock meanwhile overstretched his neck, jaw, mouth and lips as it stopped right at his front row of teeth. His eyes rolled in the back of his head from the pleasure of being used and claimed like that.

Elitzahal gently brought his hands to the gladiator’s arms and placed them alongside his body. “You are ours now, pup,” he whispered as he held the arms this way. The transformation accelerated after the god made this claim.

Axel kept on orgasming non-stop as he was being absorbed into the cock. Fur slowly disappeared to reveal throbbing pink flesh instead, what used to be his arms and his tail becoming three massively thick veins. His ears flattened along his skull one last time before they too became part of the shaft. He sighed of content one last time before his nostrils sealed themselves and became part of the giant horsecock. Then, his teeth retracted and disappeared, his lips moving closer to the tip to become the slit. The only things that weren’t actively merged into the god’s dick was his cock and his balls.

The god rose upright on his paws as he felt the gladiator merge into his cock. With one arm, he held Axel, and with the other, he held Axel’s cock. The two ballsacks were hanging down from his crotch, their flesh merging together before the dog’s balls bloated in size to catch up with the mouse’s. The same happened to the two sheaths that adorned his crotch; they merged into one. The dog’s cock grew fatter and longer, gaining the same features as the other shaft; a massively flared head, and a myriad of immense barbs. And once more, he grew as all that mass was assimilated into him.

The god swelled, faster than ever. Even faster than he had grown Axel. Foot after foot was piled upon his frame as every bit of energy he had poured into the dog came back to him twice as strong. He easily passed thirty feet in height, and showed no sign of stopping. With one arm, he hugged his original cock, while with the other, he slowly stroked the shepherd’s shaft that he had claimed for himself. He could feel the dog’s consciousness within his upper dick, and could still sense the overwhelming pleasure that was making his lower pillar of flesh throb hard.

Axel had lost all sense of self. He was simply happy being his master’s cock, and happy gifting his master his cock and balls. When he felt all that energy rush into him and his twin, he knew what to do with it; he grew. He throbbed. He made his master overwhelmed with lust. And he was content with that, to throb, to grow, and to cum, all for Elitzahal.

The gargantuan mouse was huffing hard as all of the dog’s mass was adding to him. His body throbbed bigger by the second, growing again and again and again. Blasting past the forty feet mark, his head was rapidly approaching the metal bars that made the ceiling of the arena. Each muscle was growing tremendously thicker, into a true muscle god that everyone would be envious of. His cocks both throbbed as they rose higher and higher, far above his head, erupting pre that was shot so high in and above the arena that it was showering back down all over the place. All four balls were working overdrive, ready to provide for a tidal wave of cum that would wash over the arena and the audience alike.

As the titan grew to 50 feet, he let himself fall back on top of his balls instead of hunching down to still fit in the arena. He then moved his legs to rest them atop his monstrously huge ballsack, and lounged back. Both arms groped his original skyscraper of a cock while his legs stroked the length of his lower shaft. Both the immense chimeric shafts were raining so much pre that the arena slowly became a pool.

Axel became so overstimulated that he exploded cum out of his pipe, the balls attached to him clenching to send their load up and out. It was an apocalyptic rain of cum, the jets so powerful they blasted the metal bars of the arena above his master. And yet, he had no care at all for anything other than his master’s pleasure.

Elitzahal kept on growing as he came, his body rising from resting atop his quad balls, his head slowly approaching from one side of the arena while his legs already had to bend to still fit within the metal bars on the other side. His cum-blasting cocks had long since pierced through the ceiling and kept on growing higher and bigger as they rained cum down all over the entire city the arena was located in.

Many in the audience welcomed the destruction of the barricades around the arena, using the new gaps to join and worship the growing god. Many tried climbing on the giant, others simply rubbed themselves against whatever body part they could reach, and a lot still kept on gawking from afar.

The giant kept on growing for nearly an hour, even if through that hour, the rate of growth significantly slowed. Still, by the end of that hour, he reached almost eighty feet in height. The entire arena was completely filled with his balls, the audience flooded with his cum. His twin shafts had grown to be as long as he was tall, and almost a third of that in width. Even spent, his cock were throbbing and constantly leaking cum in a new river that flowed through the city.

Axel awoke in a strange dark void, where he saw a familiar 2’ tall mouse. “Wh... where am I?”

A single voice arose from the short white-furred mouse, “remember what we said about you becoming a part of us, Axel?”

“Huh?” the confused shepherd replied.

“I am Eliott. I am part of the many who make up Elitzahal,” he explained, before raising his arms to show off the thousands of other souls floating around, all of them speaking in a singular chorus “And we welcome you in our family, Axel.”

Axel’s heart skipped a beat from the uncertainty. But he felt only the warmth of an old friend radiating from the mouse and all the other souls, and gave an awkward smile.

The mouse shrugged, and spoke once more in his singular voice, “You’ll get used to it. Anyways, I think that, just like they did when they welcomed me, we should properly welcome you. Axel - Elitzahal, it’s almost straightforward.” And the chorus of voices resumed once more, “From now on, we shall be known as Xelitzahal,” they declared, the mouse offering a radiant smile to the shepherd. “Welcome home, friend.”

Axel accepted the invitation, and got on his knees to hug Eliott. “Thank you, Eliott? master Elitzahal? Xelitzahal?”

The mouse simply hugged back and comforted the shepherd, softly speaking, “any of those works, really. Oh! And, as a celebration for your joining us, you will have the honors of leading this party next time there’s bad people to get rid of!”

So did Axel become part of Xelitzahal, a strange god-like amalgamation of souls.