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Another long day was finally over for Grudon. The lion huffed as he dropped his school stuff on the couch, his gigantic chest heaving with every breath. He came straight home from the local college where he spent hours after his classes slaving away in the gym, pushing himself as hard as he could. The feeling of his humongous muscles grinding against one another as he continually slammed more weight on the bar of whatever he lifted was intoxicating, and he always wanted more.

Well, up until his other obligations came up, that was. On the side, he ran a particularly successful cam show that people from all over the web tuned into, getting him the attention that he so rightfully deserved. It worked out well for him since he got to show off the pump that he got day after day, while his viewers got to watch him get bigger with every session. It was a win-win for all!

He took his spot at his computer and loaded up the software necessary to flaunt his rocking bod, his immense musculature staring him in the face every time it went black. It twisted the corners of his mouth into a confident smirk whenever he saw it.

And just like that, Grudon was live to all of his viewers, though he was aware from the time of day that quite a few of them had other commitments to attend to before making it to their own computers to watch him flex the night away. No matter, he loved showing off his gains even if only one person watched.

That evening he'd gotten probably the biggest pump that he'd achieved in a while. He could sense it even before he got to exhibiting his delicious bulk as his robust chest pushed ever so much more into his field of view. He loved the feeling, craved it, though wished he could have more. With a mighty grunt, he got to work.

While normally contouring around his enormity, his muscle shirt was operating at more than max capacity, struggling to contain his hundreds of pounds of densely-packed heft with every pose that he made. It rode high onto his torso, exposing abs like cinder blocks to the stream. His hands found purchase on the swollen muscle group and fondled it roughly, a soft moan escaping past his lips.

It caused Grudon to involuntarily rock his body, tensing it further than it usually did. He rolled his shoulders as he pushed his chest out more and more, unintentionally testing the limits of the shirt material. He groaned as the fabric stretched over his quaking immensity, though perking up when he heard the telltale sound of shredding clothes. It didn't take a genius to deduce that his A-shirt had given up the ghost.

The knowledge thrilled him, exciting him to realize that he's so swole that not even conventional attire could withstand his utter vastness! It made him desire more, longing to be bigger than normal, even if his normal was preposterously insane for the average person to comprehend.

His tensing got reciprocated in his lower half, with his quads in particular emulating what his massive trunk just accomplished. They each bulged with inconceivable power that very few others would ever get the chance to experience up close. His webcam didn't quite pick up every little motion that they made, but it certainly caught what came next.

In an instant, his shorts succumbed to the same pressure that his top did, tearing into ribbons of sweat-matted material that lay in tatters on the floor. All that remained was a speedo straining to contain the biggest cock on the planet; his hypermasculine nature allowed it to rocket past the standard size for men his age, just how he liked it.

On a good day his cam wasn't quite able to frame every single part of his body, but now? It was having a hell of a time trying to capture the magnificence of his bulk as it continued to swell to greater heights. In no time flat, he'd somehow tacked on additional hundreds of pounds seemingly out of thin air, though he chalked it up to wanting size more than anyone else. After all, he did.

It wasn't all sunshine and lollipops for Grudon, however, as his burgeoning body became too much for his reinforced chair to support, sending him hurtling to the ground with a surprised yelp. The metal frame had shattered at its joints, amazing him considering that it was advertised as unbreakable. That only fueled his growth further as he reveled in knowing that even augmented was no match for him!

His tremendous musculature persisted in its expansion, steadily billowing in every direction as his frame swallowed up the room around him. He wasn't scared in the slightest; on the contrary, this was everything that he'd ever _dreamed_of! Every huff of his musky pecs sent shivers ripping up his spine, tingling the pleasure centre of his brain and eliciting more size to manifest itself. It only added to his already-enormous chest, creating a feedback loop that he'd only ever fantasized about before then.

As the first hyper individual that the world had ever seen, his colossal endowment pushed the limits of whatever poor garment that it happened to be shoved into, more often than not causing him some indecency issues. This was one of those times as his speedo - already struggling not to show any of his rock-solid lionhood - snapped when the bands of fabric around his waist couldn't handle the tension of trying to contain a schlong larger than a car.

Instantly, Grudon's shaft stood at attention, jutting straight up into the air as his balls audibly gurgled with new seed. The musk wafting off of it gave him a jolt of euphoric bliss as he steadily blimped up bigger. His arms grinded against his prodigious pecs as they fought for room, just as his turgid cubmaker enveloped the space between his bloated legs and forced them to splay to the sides. He might've been growing taller at a firm pace, but it didn't matter when his body wanted to grow thicker far more.

His breathing grew haggard as his arousal spiked from the intense sensation of growth happening to him. He moaned aloud as his frame creaked ever larger, his muscles tearing and repairing themselves in an instant as he begged for it all to continue.

As if in response, his pelvis tensed, causing his leviathan obelisk to slap against what parts of his torso it could reach, mostly just his overly-muscular pectorals. He could barely even hold them in his hand, not able to reach his fat nipples, which had no choice but to point straight down thanks to all the beef piling onto him under his taut pelt.

Every new breath of his manly aroma evoked a dribble of pre to ooze from the tip of his dick, running down a length that rivaled vehicles as every throb wicked it off in different directions. His balls had fattened to extreme proportions, pulsating with need as fur sprouted down the middle of them. They churned up more and more spunk the longer that he laid there, producing potent jizz at a rapid rate. He didn't want to blow his load now, however.

Before long, Grudon found himself outgrowing the very computer area that he'd made sure could handle his breadth. He surged ever larger, his mountainous back and titanic pecs make him thicker than he used to be tall. It only incited his need for more growth.

His limbs continued ballooning with unfathomable heft as if connected to an air compressor, pushing him away from the wall as he pressed into it. He'd often thought of reaching this kind of enormity, but he'd never thought of just how heavy_he'd be if he got there; he _loved it! The weight that accompanied his sumptuous bulk was divine, but it wasn't enough - it would never be enough.

His head only then managed to contact the opposite wall, waking him up to just how large he'd gotten in such a short amount of time, time which seemed to stop existing as he holed himself up in his mind and worshiped his own grotesque grandeur.

The love he gave to himself welled up inside of his soul, radiating pure growth energy to all parts of his body. Instantaneously, he bulked up, faster than he was just then. It all felt so good, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as his muscles continued their rapid expansion. His pecs were just scant inches from his muzzle, his nose begging to bury itself in them. Just a little bit longer...

Merely wanting to grow fed back into the core of his form, pulsing his gargantuan musculature to new heights with every passing second. Once too big for his computer area, he now discovered that he was outgrowing the room entirely, his vast physique pushing into every corner and not slowing down for anything.

His head pushed against the staircase, his arm taking up the entirety of the hallway, his cock blowing out a window... he was a one-man wrecking crew, and he was about to show everyone.

Like it was made of tissue paper, Grudon busted through every wall of his house, his body swelling ever bigger as he crushed the foundation beneath his immensity. Construction material meant to last a lifetime buckled in mere milliseconds, not able to withstand the awe-inspiring might of his powerful stature.

And yet, he grew, his assault on the free space around him persisting. If there was room to embiggen, he'd keep doing it. More and more he blimped out with thousands of pounds of beef, likely able to demolish skyscrapers with his pecs alone were he able to even have an attempt.

His cock burst through the roof of what was once his home, much to his delight; there wasn't anything on the planet that could house him now. The cam show was but a fleeting memory at this point; he was sure that the word got out regarding his awesome ascension.

Ever-expanding mass continued to pack onto his increasingly massive frame, making sure he grew wide enough to be able to accommodate all the muscle mass that he'd earned. He groaned in pleasured glee as he fondled his beef, or at least what he was able to reach of it, that was.

The house was just the latest milestone that he'd surpassed with flying colours, but his body's goal seemed to be the property that it used to lay on. His desire to be bigger inflamed his proclivity for growth, ballooning himself larger than what the structure used to be. Soon even his split-peak biceps themselves were taller than his former home's height.

His titanic tool towered over the area, protruding into the sky like a masculine monument to hypermuscular lion virility. It oozed preseed at a tremendous rate, traveling down his cock to cover the base of his crotch with musky fluid.

Like when he was streaming, Grudon continued flexing, wanting to encompass everything around him so that the only thing left standing was himself. He counted himself lucky that he lived away from other people as it meant that he could grow unimpeded.

Every flex forced his muscles to swell to over double their height, only for them to retain that size and shoot past it in a matter of seconds. It was all so much to handle! He sucked in air through gritted teeth as he tried whatever he could to force the expansion to happen faster, though it seemed like this was his body's journey and he was just along for the ride.

The empty land that lay behind where his home used to hold nothing of value until he began treading on it with his swollen physique. So much room for him to grow - it was perfect. His form undulated as arousal coursed through his veins, tensing and releasing his overwhelming musculature. He wanted more!

Every flex of a muscle forced it to swell huger, his hunger for endless expansion unsated. The longing for size had been deeply embedded into his very soul, and it compelled his frame to act on it and shoot his already-immeasurable stature past the realms of what the average person would think was possible.

Like his cock. It was easily the biggest one that anyone would ever lay their eyes on, but now it stood tall and proud, imposing in its inconceivable height. That wasn't the only way that it would've caught people's attention as, in the blink of an eye, it bloated wider and wider, fattening up like he'd somehow concentrated his efforts onto the task. It surged as wide as his torso had grown, only to surpass it while simultaneously jutting kilometres into the air. Oh yeah, he was a gigantic fucking stud!

This was everything that he'd ever wanted, but the never-ending sensation of growing was starting to take its toll on him. Having traps that rose past the top of his maned head and pecs engulfing his snout felt incredible enough, but the rest of his body billowing larger than any bodybuilder dreamed of was too much for him to take anymore.

His colossal cubmaker throbbed in sync with his heartbeat, forcing a long, loud moan from the bottom of his chest. His hands couldn't quite reach the rest of his torso thanks to pecs that could crush mountains and lats that put runways to shame, but the utter magnitude of his megatonnage of musky dick meant that he'd always have the ability to jerk himself off.

Which he did, with gusto. His hands raced along the quivering cockflesh, veins snaking along the length like roads on a map. He grinned as his fingers glided along his engorged pillar thanks to untold litres of pre, snorting as the intoxicating smell increased tenfold. More and more he pumped his crotch rocket, pushing ever so much more precum out. It took one last thrust to start the flood.

Without warning, his leviathan shaft erupted in a volcano of potent lionbatter, showering the area in megalitres of creamy, white jism. His cum tanks drained themselves of everything that they'd produced that day, blasting out more seed at once than the rest of the men in the world could muster.

Time seemed to stand still as he jettisoned his load into the air like the lewdest geyser, but it excited him that he got to experience this. Ropes of cum painted both him and the ground in a pearlescent white, only enhancing his delicious scent. Sadly, though, his flow began trickling to a halt after several minutes, much to his chagrin. It left him satisfied, but hoping for more.

Afterglow didn't last long, however, though not by choice. Grudon's body was entirely focused on one thing only, and wouldn't stop at anything until it achieved its goal - growing. The open-ended nature of its objective didn't bother him in the slightest. On the contrary, it was everything he'd ever hoped for. His mind and body were aimed in the same direction, and he'd help facilitate it however he could.

After all, he had a world to entertain.