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The barren, desert terrain of Veldin stood quiet as the sun rose to its zenith in the sky, nary a creature around brave enough to disturb the landscape in the midst of the scorching midday heat. All was quiet until Ratchet's ship came lurching down towards the arid ground at a breakneck pace, kicking up dust and dirt whereas its hover jets slowed the ship's rapid descent to a jerking halt. The lombax jolted in his seat upon his rough arrival.

"Alright, not my best landing, but everything's still in one piece." He'd worn a smile the entire ride back home, the excitement coursing through his veins making him ignore things that he'd normally pay attention to. Even parking his ship - a task that he was normally fastidious in doing - had taken lower priority to the package sitting on his lap.

A hiss of pressure adjustment sounded out as the ship's top popped open, with the present reality of his home planet bearing down on him. The harsh sunlight caused him to wince and shield his eyes. "Damn, the weatherman was right today." Sweltering heat waves beat down on him as he climbed out of the cockpit, making him want to book it immediately to his garage, but not until the hood of his ship was back in place. At the very least the tinted windows would provide ample protection from the sun lest he needed to head out again.

With sweat dripping down the side of his face, Ratchet burst through the door to his shop, amazed at how only a few moments outside could render him this fried. Not like the interior of his garage was much better, but air conditioning would make the place bearable at the very least.

He cringed when he saw the temperature displayed in the thermostat nearly three times as high as when he left. Sighing, he realized that his pre-set instructions had been wiped clean when he updated his HVAC system the week prior, meaning that he had to manually enter the dramatically lower number if he wanted any relief. Even Clank would struggle in this heat!

Speaking of the robot, he'd said that it'd be high time for him to get a check-up at Al's Roboshack, asking Ratchet if he could be dropped off at Kerwan on the way back home. While he figured it to be necessary since he hadn't been in a little bit, the lombax couldn't help but be disappointed at the timing.

"Eh, it's his loss." Ratchet shrugged. He wicked the sweat off of his brow before fluffing his shirt, trying to induce airflow along his slender torso.

Giddiness returned to him once the temperature cooled down, letting his attention bounce back to the reason why he was so eager to come back home in the first place - the package. In actuality it was a new device that Gadgetron had just released, barely even hit the market when he picked one up for himself.

He tore through the nondescript packaging as if it were a gift given to him on his birthday. Protective cushioning was the first thing that he saw when he opened the box, followed by a booklet of instructions, then ending on what he'd been anticipating getting his hand on for the whole day - Gadgetron's answer to the Shrink Ray, it being a weapon that can alter the size of anything that the user wants to.

Ratchet had heard that there was a device with those properties entering production ages ago and had his curiosity piqued. The thought was rather peculiar, but the possibilities were seemingly endless. He could imagine a number of opportunities to use such a gizmo that would've made his life, as well as others, much, much easier.

The way that the metal casing of the weapon gleamed in the artificial light allured him, with that being one of the big reasons that new technology enticed him so much. That wasn't to say that he only wanted to look at it. The gun-shaped device felt good in his hands, his fingers sliding along expertly-crafted grooves that guided them into position. Oh yeah, the designers knew what they were doing.

But enough about appearance, Ratchet wanted to use it! The thing was that he believed that new inventions like this required thorough briefing before using. He'd never even seen this thing, let alone viewed it in action. The instruction booklet that came with the gadget wasn't too long, but it should pass the time enough for the heat outside to dissipate. He couldn't even see through the windows due to how fogged they'd become.

Like he'd predicted, the outside air had cooled down as the sun drifted across the bright, blue sky, actually making the temperature in the garage chillier as a result. With the pamphlet read front to back and the thermostat adjusted accordingly, he was ready to try it out. The question then became on what.

So many worthy test subjects stuck out to him that he couldn't make up his mind at first. That was when he spied a lone bolt sitting on his workstation, making him realize that he wasn't as tidy as he'd often thought that he was. Whatever, it was perfect.

It took Ratchet a hot second to work out how the gizmo functioned, needing to refer back to the instructions a few times just for clarification, but that was precisely what was needed as the screen built into one side of the weapon corrected identified that the bolt was selected. Neat! Now all that he had to do was determine how to choose the appropriate setting and he was golden.

With the 'Shrink' option picked, he aimed at the bolt, his brow cocking as he pulled the trigger with a slight hesitation. As informed, there didn't appear to be anything emanating from the gun, but the abrupt change in size of the rod caught him off-guard. It was so sudden, but it proved that it worked! He was overjoyed that his purchase turned out to be a total success, but he'd absolutely make sure to mention to the manufacturers to include something that indicated whether or not the device was active.

Now to try out the opposite effect. A few taps on the screen made the 'Enlarge' choice appear before he repeated his actions, the bolt now growing in size. He watched in wide-eyed amazement as it returned to its rightful stature in a matter of seconds, only to shoot right past it until he remembered that he was still holding down the trigger.

The bolt on Ratchet's workbench was massive, easily double the size of Clank without question! It floored him that the gadget functioned so well, almost _too_well. He wondered if the rod's other properties were maintained with the increase in size; the absolute failure to heave the bolt even a centimetre off of the station indicated that, indeed, an item's features were preserved.

This was one of the greatest things that he'd ever gotten his hands on.

As cool as it was to have the enormous bolt, it wasn't very feasible to just leave it lying around, especially when he didn't have any particular use for it. At least he was able to shrink it back down to its regular form without difficulty.

Yearning for further experimentation zoomed through Ratchet's veins, pumping his heart beat faster with each excited breath. The only problem was that he couldn't afford to have any mishaps in his shop. A quick peak of his head out the front door demonstrated that the heat outside had diminished a lot since he'd made it home, coaxing him out onto the land beside his home. Time to have some _real_fun.

An exuberant smirk plastered onto his face, he scanned the surrounding area to see what else there was to test on. There were so many choices, and with the instructions saying that the device would work so long as it was powered up, he could be trying different things for ages until it needed to be recharged. But what to pick first...

His eyes eventually found something after he wandered around the place a bit, landing on a discarded tire that had been forgotten about years ago. "Jeez, this thing's been out here forever." He noted the weathered rubber treads worn down from time as well as the stagnant water pooled on the inside, though he also observed just how much space there really was out here. His trigger finger itched.

Locking onto the tire was trivial enough, as was choosing the correct setting. Breathing labored with excitement, he activated the device and saw the thick ring of rubber surge high into the sky in a matter of seconds. The tire soon loomed over the surrounding area, dominating the landscape with its battered appearance. This might be the coolest thing he'd ever done...

...If it didn't start leaning in his direction. "Shit!" He panicked, watching the rubber ring lose the rock it used to lay on and swing with wild abandon in the lombax's direction. While he could duck out of the way, it was far too big to have it avoid the garage. He could lose everything he'd worked so hard to achieve!

That is, until he remembered that he could reverse its breakneck transformation. His fingers danced over the control console until he got the right setup, clenching onto the trigger with alarm bells ringing in his head. Where the multi-ton rubber behemoth was about to crush the lights out of his shop, it had shrunk beyond the size that it started at, looking far closer to what one would affix to a toy.

Ratchet felt relief wash over him as he ambled over to where the miniscule tire had fallen over, settled in a crater of its own making. He stared at the device in his hand with genuine awe. "Wait, I don't need to keep pointing at an object?" Not only could this thing shrink or grow whatever he wanted, but he didn't even have to treat it like he thought that he had to. He couldn't remember if that was part of its design or not, but it gave him plenty of prank ideas to play on Clank. "Maybe I oughta take this thing apart some time. I kinda wanna see how they managed to do that."

But first, some more experimentation was in order. He pondered what could be the next target, though there weren't a whole lot of different choices in the nearby vicinity to choose from. Close to his garage, there was really only one option to pick - rocks.

Well, he didn't want to choose just any rock. His gaze flicked to a boulder a good distance away from his home. It was big without being too imposing, but it still outsized him by several magnitudes, flat on the bottom to ensure that it remained in place. Perhaps it could use a little adjusting...

Locking onto the boulder, Ratchet clamped down on the trigger and watched as it dwindled in size like a balloon losing all of its air. At that point it looked no larger than a pebble, blending in with the ones next to it. Picking it up revealed that it felt like one too, and it gave him an idea.

He tapped the trigger in a slow, rhythmic frequency, the stone swelling little by little. His grin stretched his mouth out wider the heavier the load in his hand got. Soon enough he had to put it back on the ground, but didn't stop there at all. Now he could really go nuts.

The rock turned back into a boulder as the gizmo worked its magic. Bigger and bigger it cleaved into the air above it, shooting past its original size as he watched in astonishment. He didn't care that he'd forgotten that the gun remained initiated, he was too busy marvelling at the slab of stone towering above the landscape. This thing was awesome!

The efficiency on this thing was insane; Ratchet had, in essence, created a veritable mountain without much effort put into it, and it was _still_nearly fully charged. It seemed that shrinking something colossal or growing something diminutive were what drained the battery the most, but he was positive that he could have this thing up and running again should it lose all of its power. His garage had to have something to help him.

An errant thought whipped through his head just then. The instructions didn't explicitly state it, but could this device work on living beings? He wasn't sure, but he'd have figured that the idea would've been tested if it was intended.

It was an intriguing concept, but one not easily investigated. The nearest vegetation was ways across the plateau. While the blistering heat had long since passed, it wasn't as if the trek over there was a cakewalk.

Ratchet mulled over the best course of action to make his way over to the sparsely-planted flora. The gears in his head spun as if powered by an army of hamsters, only for a sudden realization to hit him out of nowhere. "Wait, that's it!" The answer was right in front of him the whole time.

Or rather, the answer was him.

Giggling like a schoolgirl on prom night, he made himself the device's mark, amazed that it even recognized his species given how small the odds were for it to encounter one of his kind. His immediate thought was that the developers must've had him in mind when they were producing the gadget. He was more flattered than he'd ever been in his entire life.

Well, that query got answered faster than he'd initially thought. What else could he try? The planet itself seemed like an ideal target, but he was certain that it'd drain the weapon's battery faster than he could blink. If he were to figure out a way to have the gizmo always active, then it would be incredible to have more room to work on should he want to expand his garage.

"Oh, that's an idea!" His shop! He'd complained to Clank in the past how it felt claustrophobic at times when he worked on various projects, so growing it even a little bit could alleviate many of his problems. He might even have enough room to start a genuine business in his little corner of the galaxy _and_keep his ship safe and secure from the elements at the same time. It was genius!

The garage became the gadget's next target, with Ratchet buzzing with anticipation of having a roomier working space. Yeah, it'd take time getting accustomed to working in a larger environment, but he knew that he'd adapt. Lombaxes were nothing if not resourceful.

His hopes had rocketed sky-high as he awaited having the option to grow his shop. All he needed was the confirmation from the weapon... which never came as the mark didn't switch from him. "That's odd..."

So he did it again, but to no avail. Then a third time, only to end up with the same result. "Of course I somehow manage to break the damn thing after barely using it." Maybe he was being complacent, if that was even possible. Carefully, he lined up the device with his garage, activated the button to select the target, and then... "Nothing?!" He was stumped. How could the gun not work all of a sudden?

"Can I not choose my garage? Is that somehow not within the weapon's capabilities to accept some kind of structure?" It irked Ratchet to no end. Just as a test, he aimed the gizmo at the ground in order to check if... nope, still nothing. There went his idea of growing the planet as well. What's going on?

One last idea floated around in his head. He'd already altered the size of the boulder to its natural extreme before, so of anything around him to investigate, it made perfect sense to experiment on something that already produced results. For sure, he'd be able to readjust the stone's size even further... only to discover that he couldn't, and that the gadget had remained locked onto him regardless of how much he tried to rewrite the selection. Not a single sound escaped from his mouth until the minute after his jaw fell agape. "Seems further testing is required to get all the kinks out."

Maybe all hope wasn't lost though. "Now, if I know Gadgetron, then I know they've got some sort of workaround in their toys." On a hunch, Ratchet fiddled with the screen, rooting through menus with the experience that only a seasoned Gadgetron customer could muster. It didn't take him all that long to find the option to factory reset the software component of the device. A brief moment of the screen being black brought it back to the display that welcomed him when he'd first turned the weapon on. He then navigated over to the target selection screen once more, only to see that he was still highlighted as the mark that it was locked onto. "You're joking me..." His frustration mounted the longer that he saw himself on the display. "They really didn't test for this? Did they rush this out to meet a deadline, or have they always been this sloppy the entire time and I just never noticed?"

He snorted his disapproval, his fingers curling in annoyance at how he shelled out thousands of bolts for a malfunctioning hunk of junk. "Fuck my luck, man..." His hands gripped the gun with irritation pulsing through him in sync with his heart beat.

"Stupid thing..." He snarled his grunts at the broken gadget. The screen still worked in the exact same fashion that it did when he first activated the weapon, but no matter what he attempted to do, it wouldn't budge from having chosen him in the slightest. He grimaced when he weighed his current options in making the gizmo functional again. "Okay, I can send it back to get them to repair it, but will they charge me for it? Maybe other people are having the same issue and there'll be a recall." His hope was practically nonexistent to begin with, and it was only fading fast.

In a last-ditch effort, Ratchet smacked the device against his hand in an attempt to get it working again, gently at first as he had no clue how delicate the electronics in the metal casing were, but then harder when he realized that literally nothing was happening. "Come on..." His patience wore thinner than the paint on his ship.

While the device's innards would normally be susceptible to jostling around, the intention behind the gun was to protect all the wiring with the knowledge that whoever used it would be in the midst of a fight. It was impossible to energize the gizmo without actuating its physical mechanisms, which, unfortunately for him, was exactly what he managed to do without realizing it.

In Ratchet's haste to make the gadget work again, the repeated blows to the hull of the gun stimulated the structure of the trigger, sending the signal to activate the weapon without him even knowing what was happening. He could've gotten a warning that it was initiated had the assemblers of the device not neglected to add a single method of presenting the information to the user. As such, he was unprepared for what was about to come.

Recognizing that he was getting nowhere, he took a deep breath to calm himself down and collect his thoughts. "Alright, alright, maybe I can have a look at this thing and fix it." A niggling thought wormed its way into the back of his mind. He held the gun up to the light to get a better look at it, but every angle showed no signs of damage, much to his relief. While it might not have been programmed very well, at least the construction of it was still exemplary.

He took one step back in the direction of his garage before an unexpected sound erupted out of nowhere - a rip, one that came from fabric without question. Thoughts rampaged through his head as to what could've caused the noise - he hoped that he'd simply caught the hem of his pants on something that he'd overlooked - leading to the surprise of a lifetime when he looked down to see the collar of his shirt had torn, and for a very good reason.

Ratchet's eyes bulged out wide as dinner plates when he observed his body looking much fuller than it had ever been in his entire life. A delicate, yet hesitant, touch of his fingers was all that was needed to confirm that this, indeed, was real, and not just a trick of the light, nor the work of any other malady. He wasn't dreaming, and it shocked him to his core.

He stared at himself in disbelief that this was even him, and yet it was. Somehow, someway, his chest had swollen with actual muscle to the point that his shirt had issues trying to contain it all. That led him to the even more astonishing discovery that it wasn't just his pecs that had grown but, in fact, his whole body.

A mere flex of his once-lanky arms showed off how much had changed in a matter of moments. This was all real muscle mass and it was all really there, packed onto his frame in a manner that was making his clothes cry. But how?! His first thought was that, if he were to truly have musculature pile onto him, it would've happened while he was out saving the universe. He'd done it a lot by this point, so it might've made sense that his physique would've looked like this as a result of years of intense physical exercise, but he knew that it would've been blatantly obvious to witness it happening. What could the cause really-

"The gun!" He blurted out, bringing the device to his face. It all made sense now! The targeting mechanism had been locked onto him this whole time, with the size selection set to... "'Enlarge?' Oh crap!"

With haste, he tried choosing the opposite option, but to no avail. He racked his brain trying to come up with the reason as to why, only to gasp when it hit him - the instructions said that the size settings can't be changed when the weapon is active. But it wasn't! Right? His finger wasn't on the trigger at all. In fact, he'd been holding it in the palm of his hand the entire time, so what was going on?

"Wait!" An idea just struck him. Sliding his finger into the trigger guard, he pressed it down... groaning in terror when he felt no resistance. It really was activated, and there was nothing that he could do.

Another tear sounded out, with Ratchet dreading to see the location. He dropped the gizmo in consternation when he discovered that he'd gotten even thicker than before. His fingers instinctively went to investigate his newly-gained musculature as if his brain still couldn't process that this was happening at all, stopping when his shirt shredded apart at the seams of its sleeve, exposing his armpit to the world.

Frustration soon engulfed his burgeoning form. Knowing that whatever was occurring to him was an inevitability, he yanked the rest of his top off with surprising ease, the material not standing a chance in the face of his newfound strength. It impressed him greatly.

What was even more remarkable was the sheer size that the lombax now possessed. No more was he the lithe felinoid bounding across the landscape with a massive arsenal of weapons at his disposal, now his guns were the ones bulging out his arms. His split-peak biceps seemingly doubled in size when he tensed them, his eyes going wide as he witnessed them effortlessly protruding. It was incredible to observe firsthand, making him wonder if people like Captain Qwark flexed all the- say, did his point of view change?

One look around told Ratchet that he'd absolutely gotten taller. Once less than half the height of his garage, he was now on the other end of that line and not stopping any time soon. "'Enlarge' really meant making everything bigger." While this was still all a tad personally terrifying, he couldn't deny just how scientifically fascinating this concept was. A person was one thing - and a hell of a thing, now that he had some time to think about it - but the idea of embiggening some kind of vegetable or meat product excited him. Food might not be so hard to come by here anymore.

A grunt escaped past his lips when he felt the waistband of his pants dig into his flesh. While normally they had some give to them to allow a fairly large range of people to wear the brand, no one on the design team for the garment could've anticipated a swelling lombax filling them out. He wriggled his thumbs beneath the tightening elastic and tugged, tearing his bottoms off down the front and providing him with some much-needed relief. Truth be told, he did enjoy taking off his clothes when Clank wasn't around.

His boxers contoured around his growing lower half, leaving nothing to the imagination as his expansion continued. It gave him a chuckle for a very good reason. Like his pants, a quick rip took care of the strained undergarments, exposing his bloating cock to the planet. He hadn't been naked outside in quite some time.

"Alright, I think I'm starting to not hate this now." Ratchet smirked, running a hand along his throbbing tool. A dollop of preseed dribbled from the tip of his turgid endowment, running down the length of his shaft in rivulets. The electrifying stimulation of the mere touch of his fingers on his crotch rocket were enough to fry his nervous system.

In an instant, his frame surged out in all directions - taller, still, making him almost the same height as his shop; wider, with his form bulging out to accommodate yet more beef; and thicker, as his both his yellow-furred chest and mountainous back ballooned the more he fondled himself.

He moaned aloud as his hand found purchase on one of his colossal pectorals, fingers trying, and failing, to dent the rock-hard flesh. It was intoxicating how good it felt, and it completely flipped his view of the predicament that he managed to find himself in. The weapon malfunction was a blessing, not a curse; he knew that now, and he wanted more.

The space beside the garage began to rapidly fill up with horny lombax, one hand still stroking his fuckmeat as it, too, bloated larger with every pulse. What was once an average member had fattened profusely, lined with pencil-thick veins that slithered along the shaft. It was paired with nascent testosterone factories that audibly churned with virile spunk, engorging on the growth energy coalescing inside of him. Blissful euphoria radiated through his form as his libido only grew stronger, creating a wicked feedback loop that encouraged more muscle mass to pile on. "If only Alister were here to see me now." Strongest lombax in the universe? That was him, now and forever more.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Ratchet continued his ascension to heights that no lombax had ever been to. What was once an impossibility was now more than reality as he'd finally crossed the threshold of being taller than his garage. In fact, he'd grown larger than the total capacity of his shop, ever expanding in every direction. He didn't want the fun to stop there.

His monolithic pillar grew and grew as his heart pumped nourishing blood into it, ballooning it into a veritable third leg while not halting its growth at all. It reminded him of the body pillow that he'd slept with on many occasions.

A lascivious moan shot past his lips as his chest swelled even more into view, with the thought of dominating more of his vision making him ever hornier. It emanated a scent, delightful in its pungency, though he immediately recognized it as soon as it tickled his nostrils - it was his own musk, and the strongest that it'd ever been. It was exhilarating in how robust his titanic form had compelled it to become.

Ratchet lost himself in his own masculine aroma, pushing his thickening neck forward so that his sensitive olfactory nerve could better absorb it. He'd smelled his own stench plenty of times, but none made him quite as hard as this. He longed to have experienced it ages ago, but a growing thought in the back of his mind told him that it'd only get more potent from here.

It was almost as if his scent had fueled his expansion, muscle fibres tearing and repairing themselves at a heightened speed. His musculature exploded in density, swelling his already-packed beef beyond the realm of what even the largest organisms in the universe thought conceivable. But he was far from finished.

The feeling of his pendulous orbs swaying past his knees was orgasmic, forcing another spurt of translucent precum to gush forth from his cumpipe. His size, however, kept the glob from being similar to his regular eruptions, now making a simple drip of pre magnitudes larger than what he used to cum before. It further emboldened him to embrace his blossoming size in order to push his growing magnificence as far as the electronic gadget would take him. He could hardly wait.

He now had to turn his entire body to look around - as his traps had protruded so much that his face was permanently locked forward - but his soul welled with pride when he noticed how much taller he was than his garage. His ship, too, looked like a miniature, almost like he could pick it up and crush it like it was constructed of tissue paper. Not that he would as he'd made a lot of memories with that vehicle, and the thought of losing it would absolutely crush his soul.

His cock continued its awesome ascent into grandeur, with him wondering if it alone would now fit in his shop. He'd have to puncture the side of the wall where the opening was in order to make a more appropriately-sized hole, sure, but it'd be necessary should he want to. For a split-second, the thought of growing his garage to match whatever size he ended up as entered his mind, and he _loved_it.

Every throb of growth thrilled Ratchet to no end, who couldn't keep up with the overwhelming ecstasy beaming throughout his tremendous body. One area in particular that he never used to pay attention to - his ass - had bloated up past what he'd seen on those dedicated to honing their musculature, becoming something so much more. Every involuntary flex added a couple dozen pounds to his delicious glutes, only for each pulse to eventually reach three digits. If only his father could witness his majesty.

Not a single part of him remained unimpressive, which was truly a testament to the ingenuity of the researchers employed by Gadgetron. The sheer enormity of his form was proof positive that all of them knew what they were doing, and he might just place more orders later on if they were still up for sale.

Both his pecs and prick fought for the space in front of them, with his grotesque slabs of beef winning out and forcing his leviathan python to contour around them if it still wanted to grow, which it most certainly did. He could smell the ripe musk drifting off of his dick towards his nose, inhaling his own aroma like he needed it to live. How he used to live without this, he truly didn't know.

All of the preseed that had drooled from his prodigious log of lombax fuckmeat had pooled at his three-clawed feet, only for it to spill down the apparent vista towards the side of a cliff. Veldin most assuredly possessed several large bodies of water, but none would be as awe-inspiring as the one that he was in the process of making. The rivers would run white when he was finished.

Another gurgle of Ratchet's balls signalled another wave of trembling growth to overtake his already hypermuscled, hypersexed form, yet he reveled in it. The rolling tide of additional muscle mass enhanced the tonnage that he previously had, taking his arousal to new heights. More; he wanted more!

Heavy; that was all that his brain could process at the moment. He was so _heavy_now, weightier than an entire army of blarg, though still far and away more intelligent than their species could ever hope to be. His limbs alone weighed more than buildings on the most developed of planets, and could cleave right through them if ever given the chance.

He relished in how a simple flex of an arm more-than-doubled its size, the circumference alone nearly enough to encircle his shop. The act was so unmistakably manly, turning him on more than ever before. He brought his arm as close as he could to his body, before his other protruding body parts forced it away, and gave it a nice, long lick, savouring the unadulterated might buried in limbs powerful enough to tear any of Dr. Nefarious' ships asunder with a single pull.

It's what he wanted to do at the moment - rend something in twain with his own bare hands. The raw power imbued in his hulking frame fueled his desire to reduce something to debris, but what? Both his shop and ship were out of the question; in spite of how much he could demolish them, his rational mind, ever present, forbade him from damaging them. What did that leave him with? Hmm...

His gaze fell on the boulder that he'd augmented at the start of his fun, only it now looked less intimidating than it did when he started. It loomed over his garage with potential danger should it be rolled onto its rounded surface, but the top of it stood eye-level with him, and he knew for an undeniable fact that it weighed as much as a bundle of feathers in comparison to him.

Like with most things that he'd come across in his life, his suspicions were proven right. An effortless flex told him exactly what he wanted to hear. "Oh, fuck yeah!" The stone might as well have been made out of cardboard with how light it was. He could even sustain its weight in the air by a single finger!

The boulder rose scant metres from the tips of the nearby rock formations, and yet Ratchet had reduced it to a toy. He was a colossus in everything but name, but his mere presence would do well change that. Shearing rock? That was child's play for a titan of his calibre. He felt capable of bending space and time to his will, whether or not that was attainable was unimportant. He imagined opening up a rift with his own two hands, unassailable strength tearing open the timeline back before his entire race had been forced into hiding in an alternate dimension, and bringing them back to their rightful reality.

"Errf." The thought of being the one to resurrect his long-forgotten species got him horny, surprisingly not because he'd then have to clamber and worship his indomitable bulk, but because his life's goal of not being alone would be fulfilled. Having Angela around was nice, but he craved more, like his father.

His dad. Ratchet never got the chance to properly meet him, though he wouldn't know how the elder lombax would react to the knowledge that his son was alright, especially after becoming a virile specimen of masculinity the likes of which the universe had never yet seen. Perhaps his father would feel proud at all of his accomplishments, or maybe he'd like to partake in some size of his own.

That was all the provocation that he needed to atomize the boulder. At his size he had options to do so, and it gave him great delight to realize that. He could demolish it with his hands, obliterate it between his gargantuan biceps, annihilate it with his mammothian pecs, or even pulverize it with his unyielding ass cheeks. All of those were good choices, but he'd thought of one last option that topped all others thought up.

With a low groan, he hoisted the rock high into the air - well above the highest point on the whole of the planet - before slamming it back down onto his spear of a shaft.

The boulder was immediately vaporized upon contact with his lombaxhood, showering the surrounding area with a deluge of dust mixed with his own fertile juices. This puny thing wasn't the mountain that he'd thought it was, nor the rock that it started as. It was merely a children's plaything in his hands, and his cock reduced it to rubble without a second thought. That was just how strong he'd become, and he wasn't even close to being finished.

Like before, Ratchet's display of strength caused the speed of his growth to increase, only now he was having trouble trying to contain his own arousal. His cock bore the brunt of the boulder's impact, the collision coaxing a rhythmic pulse of energy to inundate his already ginormous shaft, swelling it up faster than the rest of him in a matter of seconds. It was gigantic, even by his standards!

While he, himself, was a statuesque goliath, his pelvic obelisk shattered any and all expectations by mimicking his breathtaking size for itself. It was everything that he'd daydreamed of in the last little while, with his adoration for it stimulating his immense balls to churn up more pre to stream into the various valleys boring through the planet.

The overwhelming feeling of arousal was too much for him to handle anymore and he fell ass-backwards onto the barren, desert terrain, his monumental cheeks cratering the ground beneath him with a mighty slam that was heard across the entire planetscape. As bulging as his incalculably muscular quads were - with themselves amazingly creeping higher than his shop - his testicles bloated larger still, almost reaching the highest peak of Veldin on their own. If he kept thinking like that, he'd cum hands-free without question.

His phallus shot high into space as if it were a vulgar slight against the gods erected by the lowly mortal inhabitants of this planet. It stood tall and proud, just missing being able to scrape through the atmosphere by a couple kilometres. The sheer pleasure rocketing through his nerves fried them, the pulsing of his gigatonnage of meat impossible to ignore. He possessed a weapon of ass destruction, only he had no booty big enough for him to fuck. Maybe one day he'd get to unleash the full power of his arsenal upon someone else...

But that wouldn't be today as Ratchet was solely focused on making love to himself. The all-powerful might of his pillar was unmatched by any other being, living or mechanical, and would likely prove to be the most effective weapon in the universe if measured alongside what others had come up with. Oh, he wanted to taste it so badly, but he couldn't get his face anywhere near it with millions of pounds of lombax chest bulk in the way!

However, he wasn't completely hopeless in inducing his orgasm - the nigh-infinite magnitude of his endowment meant that his hands could reach it! The monstrously stuffed nature of his arms meant that movement was tough, but manageable, a feat exceptionally remarkable given that each of his limbs weighed more than the inhabitants of each of the most populated planets in the solar system combined, as well as any and all structures that they'd have constructed. Should he let his floodgates fly open, there might be a chance that he could exceed the size of the planets themselves. The thought made his heart flutter.

His throbbing cockflesh felt warm to the touch, but solid unlike anything in the known universe. Sticking a set of Trillium armour down his shaft would end in it being crushed by the insurmountable strength of his pole every time that he clenched it. He grunted his approval at the idea even though there was no need to test it; why bother when he already knew nothing could match his power?

The series of deliberate ministrations administered to his mouth-watering crotch rocket elicited a gurgle in his orbs, which had produced enough spunk to potentially carve out new valleys through the already-eroded landscape. They'd get their chance soon if the precum cascading down his statuesque prick was any indication.

Upon realizing that his arms couldn't wrap around his rod, Ratchet felt his orbs shift along the dirt, reshaping the ground to better fit them. He'd grown restless from his godlike ascension and was ready to cap it off with a bang.

Shots of pleasure ripped up his spine as he massaged what little of his cock that he could fondle. The outright bliss proliferating throughout his body caused his monstrous muscles to flex uncontrollably, throwing the unfathomable slabs of beef on his chest right in his face. He didn't mind that; in fact, he _adored_it! It wasn't something that he would've ever had the chance to do as a regular lombax, but now he'd do it during every climax from now on.

The musk trapped within his pec valley was the strongest that he'd ever experienced, inhaling it like it was a limited resource on the brink of running out forever. He let it imprint on his brain, making him desire more by taking deeper breaths. The more that he respired his own scent, the hornier that he got, and the hornier that he got, the more of his heady aroma there was to sniff. Aphrodisiacs were manufactured in all parts of the galaxy, and yet the most potent available was his own masculine musk. Were it easier for him to get around, he'd corner the market and stifle any competition that tried to get in his way.

His robust stench seemed strong even for him as he felt the pressure rising in his lower half, his taint swelling out magnitudes larger than Megalopolis Tower. He became overwhelmed by his libido, his breathing growing laboured as his teratonnage spasmed from the mounting gratification that commanded his very being. Never before had he felt arousal so intense that he lost all control, but even he knew that there was a first for everything.

All it took was one slight pump of his hips for Ratchet to spew untold amounts of lombaxbatter high into the sky until it rained back down on the surrounding area, flooding most of the land in a white, hot deluge of cum. Ratchet was beside himself after letting his dam burst wide open; he had no idea what was going on.

The lakes that once filled parts of the Veldin started to overflow from the seemingly never-ending torrent of spunk that rapidly altered the normally blue bodies of water, spilling into neighbouring ravines that also began to saturate with his seed. Between his immeasurably hypermuscular form, the abrupt appearance of creamy oceans of cum that sprung up in a matter of moments, and his unbelievably addictive musk now enveloping the planet, there was no mistaking who ruled that Podunk world.

While still there, one couldn't immediately locate where Ratchet's head was between those megalithic pecs and colossal traps obscuring it from plain sight. Not that he minded as it was exactly where he wanted to be. It almost made him wish that he could show his past self how unbelievably better off he was like this, and to get to this stage sooner.

Veldin, at this stage, could no longer be classified as a desert planet with the overabundance of seminal fluid filling every single one of its canyons. The lombax's eruption spread his seed across the arid terrain, though it would take some time before any of it accepted the moisture held within. Given enough time, the planet could look entirely different, and it was all because of one horny lombax god.

Ratchet had felt like multiple eternities had passed before coming down from his sexual high, on the brink of passing out from exerting more energy in one release than what the rest of the inhabitants of this universe, both past and present, had done in their whole lifetimes. He never knew the meaning of 'spent' until this very moment.

It was lucky for him that the area next to his garage was devoid of life or structures because he collapsed there on the spot, distorting the landscape in his perfect image. Thoughts began to return to him, though they moved slowly as if wading through molasses.

Just enough of his bearing had returned to him to finally start making sense of his scrambled brain, though nowhere near enough to even consider moving. He was fine with that, though, as he'd essentially terraformed an entire planet and felt like he deserved to rest.

As if watching a movie, Ratchet's brain replayed every single event that led up to this moment. He chuckled at how scared he was to start and how proud he was right now. And to think, none of this would've happened had Gadgetron not cut corners. "Something tells me they didn't test for this at all, but I don't think I can complain with the results." There was no denying it - he loved what he'd become.

Though, it came with a profound loneliness due to being the only one of his immense stature. It made him frown, but also strangely gave him a sense of purpose. He was in a unique position of never-before-seen power. What could he do? He honestly had no idea, and it thrilled him to his core. Perhaps he just needed to get even bigger.

But the gizmo was likely depleted by now, and there wasn't a chance in hell that he'd find it being the size of a living god. His only chance to recover it was if Clank was here to locate it, though there might not be a chance that the robot would agree despite pleading his case. However, if it worked, then he'd be able to attempt something that only someone in his position could even dream of trying - ripping open a rift to the past, and ushering the lombaxes to their new home.

Hey, it was worth a shot.