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Gossip was abound in the Fallrun tavern, Grandview's haunt where locals and travellers alike mingled and regaled one another with fantastical tales of their exploits and everything that they'd seen. It was a busy night - like every night - with the place livelier than ever thanks to an influx of adventurers from the west coming to visit. The village happened to lie in a valley that funneled everyone through it.

One of those adventurers was Rhonas, a minotaur of impressive stature who felt no need to cover himself up above the waistline. Already built from years of traveling, the man stood at solid six feet with several hundred pounds of bulk piled onto his broad frame. He was usually the centre of attention wherever he went, making it a tad strange that he didn't have people swarming him that night. He didn't mind at all as having some time to himself wasn't the worst thing in the world.

His ears flicked behind him as he picked up a story that someone else was in the midst of delivering, something about a mystic relic that supposedly could greatly enhance a user's strength in some fashion. The tale was intriguing, not only for the fact that whatever this artifact was could potentially make him even stronger than right now, but also because that no one else had successfully retrieved it despite its location being apparently well-known. His curiosity thoroughly piqued, he downed the drink that he paid for and set off in search of the treasure.

The land that lay directly east of the village had been mostly covered by a boggy marsh, with the only path leading anywhere else having to avoid it entirely just so that the less-adventurous could make it to neighbouring settlements. Rhonas, however, had no qualms about taking the harder path, especially when the reward outweighed the risks in his mind.

Traversing the swamp felt like child's play to him, as he'd done that sort of thing many times over the years. Some of the creatures present there weren't ones that he'd seen before, but they either paid him no mind or moved out of his way entirely. Wise choice.

Making his way through the jungle next to it was even easier, as there was no muddy water to slow down his passage. The heat was definitely getting to him, though, and he needed to stop for a brief moment just to catch his breath. While annoyed at having to rest momentarily, he was pleased at the brisk pace that he'd set for himself. He counted himself lucky that things had run so smoothly up to now.

His good fortune ended once he'd reached the only place that he'd never set foot on before - Death Mountain, the last place that those living in the area dared to go. Tales of its perilousness had spread far across the lands, causing all settlements to be built far away from its proximity. It certainly lived up to its name as even the easiest ways up the mountain had grown littered with the corpses of those foolish enough to travel up its precarious slopes unprepared.

But that wouldn't be him as there wasn't a single challenge available that he wasn't already ready for.

It took Rhonas several moments to plan his angle of attack, needing the time to himself in order to decide where best he should strike. Several paths had been carved out by those who came before him, though whether it was due to poor planning or years of weather eroding the mountain, all of the routes ended in impasses.

All but one. The most dangerous way of all lay unperturbed, which might have been a bad omen had it not also been the path that led directly to the cave entrance that the one local talked about.

With extreme caution, he began his ascent up the steep cliff face, careful to avoid any rocks that came tumbling down at him. Several times he'd lost his footing, needing to pull himself to a point of safety by his incredible arm strength alone. It was a long drop to the ground below if he didn't.

Eventually, however, Rhonas clambered up the hazardous slope, heaving himself into the alcove where the entrance to the cave was located. He had to stop and take a breather, but it allowed himself to see how far he'd come. The village where he first heard the tale seemed so distant now.

Anticipating the lack of any light source in the tunnels, he grabbed the torch stuffed into his belt and lit it up before entering, not thrilled by the pitch-black darkness staring him in the face as he tried to glance at what was to come. He groaned, feeling like the only way to actually determine what lay ahead was to go in himself. So he did.

As expected, Rhonas' torch was the only light source in the entire cave system, the only entrance seemingly being the one that he came from. The chilly, isolated interior of the tunnel network made him long for the warm embrace of the sun. Multiple forks in his paths hammered in the labyrinthian nature of the mountain's passageway, making him understand the foreboding atmosphere that the locals feared so much.

It gradually felt like he'd gotten lost with how many twists and turns he'd taken. His normal method of marking one side of the carved-out corridors failed to help him as he couldn't discern any impression that he'd made, almost as if they'd been covered up. Magic was present throughout the mountain, he could feel it.

He almost thought that it'd be in his best interest to turn around and retrace his steps until he happened upon a small cavern dug out of the rock, with only the singular way to get in. To his total surprise it contained a shrine pressed up against the farthest wall, with some kind of band lying on the pedestal. That must be what he came here to find!

Rhonas noticed an inscription carved into the front of the reliquary and brought the torch closer to read it. A lot of the lettering had faded from centuries of neglect, yet enough seemed to remain to allow him to make out what was being said.

Here lies the Armlet of Arlantauk, so named for the mighty warrior who defended these lands from the evils that tried to conquer it for themselves. His spirit lives on in this band, with whosoever donning it being blessed with his might.

The rest of the caption had grown too worn to read, but what little that he'd read described exactly what he was looking for. He lifted his torch to the podium and scoffed, noting the sheer size of the band and wondering just how big the hero must've been. It was easily double the size of his own arm!

That being said, Rhonas wanted to know what the message meant about him being blessed. He inspected the band in his hand, regarding it to be a surprisingly perfect circle, though not connected at the top and instead capped by two metal beads forced beside each other. It seemed strange as there didn't seem to be anything particularly special about the circlet at all, making him question the validity of the inscription. Well, there was one way to find out for himself.

Carefully, he slid the armlet on, knowing full well how valuable the artifact was; the last thing that he'd want was to break something that had been coveted by many adventurers over the years. He frowned, however, when he finally slid it up to his bicep wondering how he was meant to wear this thing. If only he could've read what else had been written.

Just then, he felt a warm tingle shoot along his arm, originating from where the band touched his flesh and radiating out across his brawny form. It startled him with how rapid it was, calming down when it began to feel soothing.

That's when Rhonas' musculature started to twitch. Little by little his body flexed uncontrollably, each muscle convulsing to its maximum size before retaining it. Seeing it happen in real-time both shocked and amazed him to know that the guy at the tavern wasn't lying at all, and figured out that this is what the rest of the writing must've been describing.

He watched in glee as his brawn continued to grow all over until his arm had filled the entire circlet while rested, leaving him as densely-packed as any minotaur aspired to be. A wry smile contorted his face as he felt himself up; oh yeah, he could get used to this.

His hand flowed down his beefy physique like honey along a wooden countertop, contouring around his firm muscles as he savoured their might. The power packed under his pelt was intoxicating. He was astounded that such a relic could exist, and wondered why he hadn't heard of it sooner. This would've been one of the first stops that he'd made!

Well, this expedition led to everything that he'd hoped that it'd be. The new bulk was a godsend and exactly the kind of advantage that he could use in battle, but it was far easier to get around at his regular size. He tugged at the armlet to pull it off...

...Only to find that it was stuck in place. Rhonas' eyes nearly fell out of their sockets when he felt the band remain in place. In his haste to try it on, he didn't consider the placement of it, now regretting sticking it all the way between his shoulder and elbow. Ultimately it wasn't the biggest of deals, but it would just be nice to have the ability to remove it when needed.

But there had to be a way that he could take the thing off. The hero that wore it before him didn't just die while wearing it, right? It was a conundrum that took a few moments to try and solve, but he was ultimately able to come up with a pretty slick solution, if one were to ask him.

Grabbing one end of the armlet, he gave it a quick tug to test its tensile strength, whistling in amazement when he felt it refuse to give. Steeling his nerves, he pulled as hard as he was capable of. Slowly, but surely, the metal band began to bend in his grasp, straightening out thanks to the added might of his enlarged physique. He smirked, happy that his plan was coming to fruition...

...Until it didn't. Rhonas felt the tingle shoot through him once again, catching him off-guard and making him halt his progress. He had no idea what could possibly be happening to him as he figured that the relic had already imbued him with its awesome power.

His hand trembled as it continued gripping the circlet. Like before, his musculature involuntarily flexed as the essence of the hero surged through his quivering form. A groan slipped past his lips as his muscles started bloating as if connected to a set of bellows. He'd been so caught up in trying to reach where the artifact was held that he didn't even think to enjoy what it was capable of. Well, at least he'd get a second chance to do so.

To his delight, his chest surged up in size as densely-packed muscle mass, firm to the touch. He reveled as they began to fill his peripheral vision. His arms, too, swelled as the magic poured into him, bunching up grander than before as the muscle fibres tore apart and repaired themselves larger. The feeling of having them press up against each other in ways that they never did previously enticed him to continue letting them grow.

His torso widened as the rest of him did, his shoulders broadening out to accommodate the rippling musculature being piled onto him. Lats that flared out as wide as wings heralded in bulk crammed onto his front, culminating in abs that resembled the cobblestone path that he took to get to the tavern in the first place.

Rhonas' legs also bloated with heft, his quads in particular benefiting from the increase in size as they bulged bigger than a person's waist without trying. He gave each one a proud flex as they stretched the limits of his trousers, the fabric contouring around the muscle groups, leaving nothing to the imagination.

That was especially true for the impression of his junk through the rough material. As his muscles flourished from the growth, so too did his package, swelling up as mass ballooned it past any sense of normalcy. Not that he minded as it gave him numerous ideas of things to do in his downtime away from the heat of battle.

He froze - he'd only just remembered that he was attempting to remove the bracer so that he could reapply it in the midst of combat, realizing then that he'd simply made the problem worse. He took stock of the situation with his heart sinking into his stomach as he saw that, while he certainly loved the feeling of his much larger body, he'd grown far too big to make it back through the entryway to the shrine!

As he'd gained width, so too did he gain height. He now towered above where he previously stood at a staggering nine feet tall, a minotaur colossus that would no doubt attract attention wherever he went. That was genuinely the plan in recovering the artifact, but not to this degree!

This was an unmitigated disaster. Not only did Rhonas not remove the circlet, he also effectively trapped himself within the room. There was barely enough room for him to crouch down, but he could see that his frame had swelled too broadly for him to try squeezing through the narrow opening that he walked down.

What's more was that his pants - the singular piece of clothing that he always wore - was at its breaking point, having started tearing along certain places as it struggled to contain his burgeoning bulk. Every movement that he took only exacerbated the problem, leaving him confused as to how he could possibly get out of this predicament. How could he make it back outside through the small passageway when he could only grow bigger?

Wait, that might be his ticket out of there - if he couldn't return through the same entrance that he came from, then he'd just make his own! To be fair, he had no idea just how deep into the mountain he really was, but there was a chance that at least one of the walls was thin enough to bust through. It was the only plan that he could come up with, and it was worth a shot.

Standing tall in the increasingly-cramped room, he assumed the same position as before, grasping onto the metal armlet and tugging it open. He noticed this time around that the act had become easier, giving him a slight boost of hope that his scheme might work.

As with his previous attempts, the energy present in the relic swirled into him through the contact with his skin, flowing through his swollen form as it coalesced inside of him. The process started all over, packing beef onto his body like the artifact was just giving it away. He relished the feeling as it had become stronger than it was before.

The hero's essence surged into Rhonas as he groaned his delight. Bigger and bigger his body bloated outwards, reaching new heights that he didn't think were possible for the average person to achieve, though in fairness, he started out as anything but average.

Arms as big as the decorative pillars of establishments that he'd passed on his way here bulged into existence at the same time as his pecs protruded outwards with delicious beef. It thrilled him that his nascent thickness expanded faster than his point-of-view rose higher. He could feel his traps swell along his neck, broadening it beyond what even he'd imagined in his dreams. He'd love to see how jealous he'd make his kin like this.

His ever-increasing bulk swallowed the space in the room as he ballooned to gigantic proportions. It wasn't long before his arms, bloated with unfathomably dense heft that made each limb magnitudes heavier than another adventurer, could touch the sides of the room without much effort. Oh yeah, he could get used to this.

Rhonas' expeditious rise into bovid hypermasculinity thrust new desires upon him, altering his tastes for what he wanted out of himself. The size, the weight; all of it was phenomenal, and he wanted more. Soaring fast twelve feet in height caused the relic to cram tonnage of delicious beef onto his body, almost as if it discovered how much he craved it. Heh, maybe that hero felt the same way!

The tears in his trousers turned to full-on rips whenever he moved, punctuated by the clacking of his hooves on the solid rocky ground. What were once reasonably impressive thighs had swollen out to become monstrous balls of muscle mass that could crush stone without a second thought. They flanked his erecting crotch rocket, a monolithic pillar to minotaur virility that surged longer and thicker with every passing second. The sensation was incredible; he must keep going.

Sadly, it seemed like Rhonas' growth had fully abated, though fortunate as he felt his horns puncture the ceiling above him. It wasn't all for naught, however, as it showed that the bony protrusions on top of his head alone could pierce through the rock, meaning that the rest of him had a favourable shot of making it out.

How big was this hero, and how had he never heard of this guy before? Because his size was beyond anyone's wildest imagination, and the fact that the magic in the band kept growing him no matter how much he stretched it out demonstrated that there was a lot of essence left to be gifted.

Wait, the artifact! He'd been so preoccupied with his own ascension that he completely forgot that he still had it on. It amazed him when he'd noticed that the circlet had actually remained proportional to his embiggened body despite him being magnitudes larger than when he started. Was this the relic's intended purpose the entire time? He hoped so.

His pants had completely shredded to ribbons, though he didn't mind in the slightest. It filled him with pride that his legs had grown so impossibly enormous that mere clothing couldn't contain his indomitable might any longer.

Well, no sense stopping there. He had a world to get back to.

With a mischievous grin, Rhonas bent the armlet open once again, this time feeling like he could pull it off completely, but why would he do that? He wanted everything that it could give him, desiring to see how far he could take this growth.

The energy surged throughout him, stronger this time, likely due to how much more mass it needed to fill. He could feel it well up in his very soul, radiating out in every direction as he coveted its warmth.

In an instant, his back arched upwards, the mountainous hills and valleys of his musculature only growing more pronounced as beef inflated them. It forced his frame to stretch wider, creaking as his arms were pushed into the rock walls. To his immense delight, the stone gave way, cracks forming where pressure was highest. Look out world, he's on his way back.

From the outside, the mountain rumbled as if a mighty volcano had emerged from its depths and wanted to erupt and cover the countryside with billowing plumes of smoke and lava. In actuality, it was Rhonas, who'd gone and plowed right through what was now piles of rubble scattered across the land around him. It relieved him that he finally got to breathe in fresh air again after being trapped for so long in the ground.

He moaned in approval of the additional bulk that he'd acquired thanks to the generous blessing of the circlet. His pectorals, once respectable in girth, had exploded into grotesque slabs of beef that each outweighed entire cottages full of people, shoving their way further into his face as there was nowhere else for them to go. They were accompanied by shoulders that resembled the boulders that he'd created as a result of demolishing the mountain as well as titanic traps that rose higher than ever before, tickling the base of his ears with every flex.

While not quite as wide as the base of the mountain just yet, he was still impressively wider than some of the buildings that he'd visited on his many travels. It became apparent when he wanted to rest his sumptuous arms by his sides, but his lats had grown far too thick to allow that to happen. He'd never experienced such a thing before - or even seen it on someone else - but he loved the feeling and wanted to see how far he could push his growth.

And then there was his cock, dripping profusely like a leaky faucet as it grew large enough to fit snugly under his pecs. It swelled thick enough to make a tree trunk look like a pencil in comparison, while fattening up to the point where it outweighed entire villages of people. His prodigious testosterone factories ensured that he'd have a constant flow of ballbatter ready to blow when he wanted, as well as a carpet of shaggy fur running down his torso.

It was all so much, and yet Rhonas still wanted more. His arms, already thicker than he was mere moments ago, strained the band farther than when he found it, yet it showed no signs of weakening. The metal was as indomitable as he was.

With a grunt, he forced his arm over to the relic, wondering if he'd ever get to a point where he wouldn't be able to reach it anymore. Once he made contact, he yanked on the armlet as hard as he could, pulling it open the farthest that he'd done thus far. He didn't pay attention to that fact, though, as he was far more focused on the expansion that was yet to come.

Unrelenting vigour poured into his arm, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as warmth spread across his burgeoning frame. He basked in the essence gushing into the very core of his being. It'd happened four times already and yet it still felt just as good as ever, if not better.

With a huff, he pumped his fists into the air, feeling the inconceivable power of his muscles quadruple as he flexed his arms, watching as their peak size became what they'd be at rest before swelling larger again. In an instant, they'd grown multitudes huger than what they used to be mere seconds ago, his biceps effortlessly over double the size when tensed.

Rhonas' torso enlarged almost as instantaneously, broadening to the width of the mountain's base before shooting right past it entirely. His frame stretched whole kilometres in all directions to make room for as much newfound beef as it could possibly manage. He wanted it all, craved as much as the band could fathomably give him, desiring to be the biggest that ever existed; he knew he'd achieve that no problem.

He'd become a minotaur titan, a being of immense enormity that towered over the landscape and all that lived in the area. His back swelled wider than he'd ever felt it, pushing him closer and closer to accomplishing an equal width-to-height ratio. Megatonnage piled onto his body with every passing second to the degree that nothing could supersede his weight. He was well on his way to making the mountain seem like a pebble in comparison.

His chest heaved outwards with every laboured breath, sucking in air laced with his potent pheromones. It activated his libido, throbbing the shaft that was forced to contour around his pecs if it wanted to keep growing. The smell was intense in his heady masculinity, his brain immediately picking up that it was his scent and no one else's. He'd become so manly that his own aroma turned into an aphrodisiac.

Rhonas moaned aloud as his arousal swelled in conjunction with his pillar, the whole of the countryside hearing the minotaur beleaguered by his burgeoning horniness. It caused his knees to buckle, the joints digging into the dirt and displacing trees around him as his size advanced on the land around him. His back slammed into the meadow below him, the ground shaking from the impact of what was likely gigatons of bovid heft crashing into it. None of that fazed him in the slightest, however.

It was all so much to take in. His back continually pushed him higher off of the ground, though it didn't make things easier to see thanks to his colossal pectorals consuming the view in front of him, the musky fur sprouting in between them now scant metres from his nose. He groaned in pleasure as his hands involuntarily shot to his turgid endowment, the throbbing mass able to create new valleys in the countryside should he want to.

His balls ballooned with cum the hornier that he got, pulsating with the need to release everything that they'd produced thus far. He hadn't gone this far without draining them before. The way that they pressed against his thickening quads only made things feel better as the increase in pressure sent electric pulses of ecstasy rocketing through his nervous system. His orbs had grown so big that they were spreading his legs apart!

His libido sky-high, Rhonas shifted his position in order to best jerk himself off. His tremendous physique, while titillating in its immensity, only served to hinder his progress, though the pleasurable sensation of his muscles rubbing together more than made up for it. His hands bobbed up and down his leviathan shaft, sending the behemoth to sexual highs never before experienced by another living being.

More and more translucent precum drooled from the head of his cock, oozing down his length as it coated his hands to the point where they began to glide along the diamond-hard length. His fingers continually ran over veins snaking along the flesh like roads on a map. Every stroke of his gargantuan python was punctuated with a thrust of his hips, his pendulous orbs casually lifted off of the ground before slamming back down with an earth-shattering thud. If someone hadn't been aware of his godly ascension, they certainly were now!

Panting breaths grew louder and stronger as he pumped his mammothian prick with aplomb. He couldn't fully grasp his enormity as his heaving form surged kilometres into the sky, his head locked forward thanks to thousands of pounds of bulk keeping it in place. His nose could now fully bury itself into his pec valley, inhaling his earthy scent with every gasp. It was intoxicating, to say the least.

His arms tensed and relaxed in sync with his hands caressing his behemothian shaft, his heart beat commanding the rhythm of his pumps. Every jerk of his obelisk splashed pre this way and that, painting the immensity of his form with the gooey fluid. The pressure in his loins kept rising all the while.

Rhonas' testicles audibly gurgled the longer that he pistoned his dick into his mitts, churning up fresh bullbatter ready to be released. He coveted climax so badly that he slid his paws along his girthy crotch rocket in a hastened frenzy. Pistoning his titanic tool yielded a quicker flow of precum than before, but it wasn't enough; it couldn't possibly be enough until he got to cum.

More and more he battered his pelvis, his musky pubic brush slick with his fluids from his hands bristling through it. He could feel the stress in his taint skyrocket the longer that he kept masturbating, pushing himself closer towards orgasm. His eyes had trouble staying open - all it took was one final pump of his cock to screw them shut as he cried his pleasure aloud.

As could be seen for miles around, he blasted his seed high into the sky like the world's most potent geyser, showering both the countryside and his own magnificence with white hot cum that pooled into the divots that he'd unintentionally created. He moaned his approval at jettisoning his load wherever he wanted, indifferent to whomever came upon it. It felt too good to worry about.

Rhonas blasted his spunk for what felt like many eternities, rope after sticky rope blanketing his torso a pearlescent white as his jizz continued to rocket from his monumental pole. Never before had he experienced a climax like this before, yet he groaned in euphoric bliss as he came to realize that this would be the new baseline for which to compare every subsequent release with. He was overcome with joy that he could revisit this feeling as much as he wanted. Even with his flow waning, it was everything that he'd hoped for, and then some.

While not nearly as explosive as his orgasm, the afterglow was still one of the best feelings that Rhonas had ever experienced. He laid there in total bliss, his cum covering both himself and the land around him. That might not have been the intended purpose of the armlet, but given its properties it seemed like the most likely conclusion to its power. It almost made him wonder if he should see how far he could push the band's abilities.

He knew that he could, and he knew that he absolutely would, but should he? The temptation was great, almost overwhelming. He knew that he could potentially smother the countryside with his unimaginable bulk should he keep going. It took him a few moments of mulling it over before coming to a decision.

With what little energy that he had left, Rhonas slung his meaty arm across his chest, fighting with the insane amount of beef jutting out from his chest. His fingers found purchase on the metal band that remained resolute in its commitment to wrap around his enormous limb and yanked on it as hard as he could, the relic capitulating to his inconceivable strength. Heh, this might be the last chance he'd get to interact with the circlet, but it'd be worth it in the end.

Right away, he felt the warming vigour of the artifact course throughout his body, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he anticipates what's to come next. Without any delay he senses the telltale signs of growth take place as his chest only grows further into his view. It shocked him! He wasn't expecting it to be that quick, but it clicked with him when he realized how far he stretched the band this time.

His limbs spread across the landscape as his indomitable bulk smothered the areas around him. His musk production skyrocketed as a result of his thick carpet of fur draping itself across the thousands of tons of densely-packed beef that broadened his torso. He'd grown immense in a matter of moments, but he wasn't done yet.

He could feel mountains pulverize into dust as his own hilly back crushed them beneath his immensity, swelling over the countryside with not a single thing able to slow his ascension. It would've taken him months to traverse across the continent on foot, and yet now he could touch both sides of it at the same time. And still he grew.

Rhonas' heft surged so preposterously huge that normal proportions had become a thing of the past for him. His thickness was unheard of, a pipe dream for all those who'd wanted such a thing. He measured out farther in both breadth and depth than height thanks to the gigatonnage of muscle mass that he received. It brought him to the point where he started feeling the curvature of the planet along the ridges in his vast muscularity.

When all was said and done, he'd ballooned into the largest living thing that the world would ever bear witness to, and he was certain that his monumental immensity would stand the test of time. All that he had now was time, his adventuring long behind him at his size. There was nothing for him to do now.

Nothing to do but enjoy himself, that is. While difficult, he could still move his hands to explore his colossal physique. It was time to give the inhabitants of the world a show they'd never forget.