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News. Reruns of shows that he liked. News. Infomercials. News. Reruns of shows from decades before he was born. News. Man, there really was nothing to watch on TV anymore. Paul huffed as his head hit the back of his sofa in frustration, his apathy apparent as he groaned at his lack of options. He might not be quite so bored if he was into sports or old western movies, but alas he wasn't.

The Incineroar groaned as he cycled through the channels again, hoping to find something that he might've missed in his initial searching. Sadly, however, combing through the TV guide proved fruitless, with the only thing that stood out being a bright and colourful cartoon meant to pacify someone significantly younger than he was. Ugh, he never remembered it being this bad before. He genuinely hoped that his boredom would be alleviated soon.

It was as if someone had heard his prayers and answered them as fast as they could. To his complete surprise he heard a knock on his door, an eyebrow quirked as he tried to think of who it could be. He wasn't expecting any visitors to his knowledge. Had something bad happened outside of his door that he wasn't aware of? A quick peek out of the window indicated nothing of the sort, plus he figured that his door would've been knocked on with a little more urgency.

Looking through the peephole told him nothing as he didn't see anyone else. That got him to open the door to see what was up, nearly tripping over a package placed at his doorstep the instant that he stepped outside. He cocked his head in confusion as he picked up the box, shutting the door with a foot as he took it inside. Alright, now his curiosity was piqued.

The strangest thing about the package was that it was addressed to him - with his name, address, and everything else - and yet he hadn't placed an online order for anything in a bit over a month. It had him intrigued as to what could be on the inside, but also a bit unnerved given what little auxiliary information there was regarding the nature of the box's contents. There wasn't even a return address!

Using a claw, Paul sliced open the packing tape, his mind awash with possibilities over what could be inside the parcel. None of its dimensions were particularly big, nor did it feel like it weighed all that much when he held it, so nothing really stuck out to him to try and ascertain what had been shipped. It built up his anticipation all the more.

With the tape cut he peeled back the cardboard flaps to reveal... rare candies? It left his mouth agape in bewilderment as he gawked at the treats staring back at him in the face. These things were normally expensive - only the most well-connected of people could afford to order this many at once! Well, either a person or a corporation. Were these meant for someone else he'd have tried his best to get the package to them, but seeing as the only name on the box was his he didn't even have a clue who these were supposed to be sent to. Maybe that meant that they were intended for him after all, but then again, why would anyone willingly ship a whole box of them to his address?

Oh, maybe these weren't even the real deal - that could explain why he received an entire package of them out of nowhere. It would make much more sense that this was just an elaborate prank to get his hopes up and that all of this was really just regular sweets that he'd had his fill of as a kid. Even then, there was only one way to find out.

Snatching one from the box Paul twisted the wrapper off, immediately struck with the intricate colouration of the candy in his hand; that was a fantastic indicator that these were totally legitimate. He regarded the treat a little bit longer before he popped it in his mouth, instantly caught off-guard by how fascinating the taste was. Somehow it managed to hit every flavour as he swirled it around on his tongue - sweetness mixing with sour that complimented the slight bitter and salted tastes marked throughout, even ending on a bit of a savoury note as it dissolved. It left him stunned, unable to truly describe what he'd just experienced, and he absolutely understood why other Pokémon went nuts over this stuff.

Well, it was a good thing that someone had left that package on his doorstep as he'd have never gotten the opportunity to try one without it. These were an excellent pick-me-up that he sorely needed.

Okay, maybe this day wasn't as terrible as he initially thought it to be. With a satisfied smile he meandered back to his couch, feet up on the coffee table as he began his search anew, thinking that he might just find something now that the programs had switched.

Oh, one of those cooking competition shows was on! Huh, he'd heard people say some good things about it so far, but he hadn't had the chance to check it out for himself yet. He couldn't really say that he was all that interested in making food himself, but the people on these shows seemed to turn it into an art form, creating good-looking dishes out of thin air like magic.

Watching the competitors work with some of the best ingredients that money could afford got his own mouth watering slightly, which is when his brain wandered back to the candy. Cooking for himself wasn't really something that he took passion in, which is why he'd gotten so fixated on those treats as he'd never tasted anything that packed as much of a punch on his taste buds before. It at least tasted like a complete meal.

He made his way back to the kitchen table and grabbed another candy, peeling the wrapper off and marveling how this sweet seemingly looked identical to the one that he ate before, down to the colouration being in the same location and everything. The attention to detail was out-of-this-world, and he still had trouble believing that he'd gotten a whole box of these shipped to him without him doing anything. Hmm, maybe this was a gift, though he didn't have a clue who'd have the money for this sort of thing.

The flavours once against danced on his tongue, a relaxed purr unexpectedly rumbling from his throat. It would've been hard to notice through the red fur on his face, but a crimson blush appeared on his cheeks from the involuntary vocalization. He never did that for much else, which made it a touch embarrassing that he let it out like that.

But it was for a good reason as these candies were unbelievable! His fascination with them only seemed to grow as he devoured this second one, amazed at how strong the flavour was throughout the duration of eating it. He couldn't think of the last time that he'd gotten so enamored with something that he ate, though he knew for a fact that he'd remember his time with these for sure. Maybe having one more wouldn't hurt...

He couldn't stop himself from plucking another sweet from the package, though he knew that he didn't want to. His hands had already unwrapped it and shoved it in his mouth without a second thought, just wanting nothing more than to taste it. Another purr thundered in his chest, louder than before as he'd lowered his inhibitions. Yeah, he deserved a treat every once in a while, and it _had_been a while!

A sudden warming sensation radiated through his body, striking him as a tad strange, though he simply chalked it up to feeling satisfaction for the first time in a while. Every roll of his shoulders felt good, as did every breath that he took. Maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing to munch on these while he watched his show.

His mind thoroughly made up, Paul grabbed the box of candies from the table and plopped it beside him on the sofa, his hand rummaging through it once more. Heh, he couldn't get enough of these now. He popped another one into his mouth as he sat back and watched the competition unfold, the contestants scrambling around their respective stations as they struggled to come up with satisfactory dishes. They should try these sweets out, he thought.

With his hand continually picking treats from the package the total amount of candies that he devoured rose, though he didn't mind in the slightest. That was weird for him given that he never really ate these kinds of things normally. Still, he paid it no mind.

The more that he ate, however, the stronger that the warmth got, radiating throughout his form as he sprawled out on the sofa. That was probably the most relaxed that he'd gotten in ages, like he was somehow receiving a full-body massage out of nowhere. He didn't question it at all, in fact, he welcomed it. In his mind if there wasn't any pain then there was nothing to worry about.

The sensation only grew more powerful still, his mind going a bit hazy as it split its focus between the show and his body. He just felt too good right now, not even aware that something like that was even possible. Heh, he could end up drifting off to sleep at this rate.

The reason for the incredible feeling would've been apparent had he bothered to look at himself. Little by little his body burgeoned, the multitude of candies eaten beginning to take effect. He, of course, knew what the candies capabilities were on Pokémon, though he had no base knowledge as to how quickly they worked, or how efficiently. One wouldn't have done much in his state, but after twenty now? Yeah, the effects would compound, and he'd notice sooner or later.

His chest was one of the most obvious benefactors, growing from slightly defined to genuinely noticeable through the fabric of his shirt. The fire-type had no clue this was going on, of course, as his mind was thoroughly preoccupied with the show blasting from the television. He couldn't tell that the candies were having any effect at all.

That stayed the same as his arms began their development, going from weedy sticks to brawny limbs that made him look like he'd worked a manual labour job for a number of years. One could've even reasonably assumed that he'd worked out in a gym over the last little while, but he'd know that wasn't true as he'd never even stepped foot in his local iron pit.

The results only grew faster the more that Paul snacked. He found himself insatiable for the delicious flavour of the treats, now shoveling them in two at a time. Between his tongue being blanketed with tastes of all kinds and his body more relaxed than it'd ever been he was in absolute bliss, and he couldn't remember the last time that he'd felt this amazing. Maybe it'd be best if he rode this wave of pleasure as far as it would take him.

His legs were burgeoning much the same way, his quads swelling as muscle started packing onto them. He was none the wiser, however, as the sensation was too gradual for him to notice. His thighs continued to thicken, melting off any fat that happened to have accumulated before that point in time and replacing it with cords of beef. It took until just that moment, but he now actually looked incredibly similar to other Incineroars and wouldn't seem out of place when standing next to them given his flourishing form. His height was another story altogether, but he never minded being on the shorter end all that much.

Surprisingly, even when his clothes started becoming snug he still didn't notice, the overwhelming heat coursing through him blinding him to the fact. Even that didn't concern him as it wasn't a problem for fire types to feel any sort of warmth throughout their bodies; actually, it was expected for most of them. If one were to ask him, he wouldn't say that anything was wrong.

His chest got pumped full of bulk, graduating to a set of bona fide pectorals that quite a lot of men coveted as he popped another candy into his mouth. Each pec rose and fell as he breathed, the pounds continuously piling on as time marched forward. The collar of his shirt stretched a bit to accommodate the thickening of his neck as his traps swelled bigger than they ever had been. Even his abs, though covered by the material of his shirt, followed suit, tightening into blocks of heft that could've easily graced the cover of multiple magazines.

Like his front, his back benefited from the growth, bulging out with pure strength as each of his muscles created bigger divots in the sofa. The difference between the peaks of his muscle groups and the valleys between them only increased the more sweets that he wolfed down. Having his lats flare out gave him a wider appearance, though he never noticed any changes even when stretching his arms. Between his front and his back, his shirt was going through its own workout.

Paul's mind was awash in pleasure stemming from the rare candies deluging his form with indescribable bliss. Yeah, he felt good before, but this was in a whole other ballpark now. He shoved in more treats at a faster rate, enjoying the way that they caused more warmth to wash over him. Had he known that they'd provide him with so much delight he'd have splurged for a box ages ago.

Maybe he'd have noticed his developments if he did as his clothing had become far tighter than when he'd put them on that morning. His jeans in particular didn't have a whole lot of give, which meant that his thighs brushed up against the denim as they ballooned with heft. His calves, too, took advantage of the growth spreading across his form, swelling past the realm of normalcy as they took on an ideal teardrop shape. It wasn't something that he wouldn't taken much of an interest in, but others who pushed their bodies to their limits in the gym would certainly be green with envy.

His legs weren't the only things that filled his pants, however, as his ass had also joined in on the fun. Each cheek bloated with densely-packed beef, turning into dimpled globes that were thick with power. Their imprint on the couch grew as they did, forcing him to take up the entire cushion and touch the adjacent ones. He'd let his eyes fall shut as all this took place, still unaware of anything happening to him.

Not to be outdone, his cock twitched as the muscles around him swelled with sizable bulk, the sensations running through him stimulating the nerves in the area. His expansion surprisingly affected his junk as well, surging the mass in his pants until it filled the denim basket with nowhere to go next but down a pant leg. His balls, too, had been influenced by the growth, bloating from modest eggs into lemons that easily filled his hand were he to hold one, only they didn't stop there - they wouldn't stop so long as the rest of him kept growing.

The feline was none the wiser to anything happening to him, his mind at peace as he took in the pleasurable feelings racing through his veins. He could've sat there eating those candies all day had an abrupt tearing sound not roused him from his tranquil contentment. The noise came from somewhere close by, though he couldn't quite place its origin. That's when he looked down and got the shock of his life.

Staring him in the face was his chest - thick mounds of beef that had swelled into competitive bodybuilder territory - with the source of the rip being apparent as he noticed that his collar had torn in the front. In fact, his collar had been stretched on all fronts, clearly failing to contain everything from his mighty pectorals to his bulging traps. How could this have happened without him even realizing?!

The cat's disbelief only grew as he inspected the rest of himself. Arms that he used to compare to noodles now were thick with solid heft, a flex in both directions showing off just how strong they'd become. Biceps that bunched up larger than baseballs were paired with triceps that seemed to be bigger than what his limbs used to be, combining into a powerhouse of muscle mass that could easily curl his old body weight. Say, he actually kinda liked this.

His examination continued as he looked down the rest of his torso, lifting up the bottom of his shirt to reveal abs packed tightly against one another, giving them the desirable washboard appearance that so many people strived for. He couldn't help himself but grin when a tentative touch demonstrated that all of it was real, with his finger tracing over the outline of each ab in confirmation. The sensation of all of this mass being him sent his excitement through the roof.

And his legs - he didn't even need to see them to know how massive they'd gotten. Already the biggest muscle groups on his body, his quads had simply ballooned out of control, all sides of them contacting the material of his pants. His cock and balls too had swelled from his expansion, to his complete surprise, and it had him itching to get a look at it for himself. But there was one question still running through his mind - what was the cause for all of this?

Paul didn't have to think long or hard to come up with the answer. His eyes were immediately drawn to the box of candies beside him, his eyes lighting up as the realization hit him, then to the pile of wrappers on the table. Only then was he aware of the power of the treats as he'd not even come close to devouring what was in the box and yet had still grown to a competition-ready size. Instantly his mind swam with thoughts of what he could do next, thoroughly regarding the potential of the sweets.

Well, there was only one thing that he could do in his mind, and that was to down every last candy that had been shipped to him. He wasted no time in putting his plan into action, shoving a handful of them into his mouth, his tongue slipping over them as he savoured their incredible taste. Having so many to revel in at once nearly overwhelmed him at first, but he managed to reign in the pleasure as he focused his mind onto his body.

Within mere moments he could feel the growth start up again, his breathing running ragged as he groaned in delight. His chest was the most noticeable as he saw it rise higher with every heaving breath, though not returning to its initial size upon exhale. Without even thinking about it, he was inundated with dozens of pounds of heft, swelling his body well past where he'd envisioned himself to be one day. And still his pectorals grew, taking in everything that the candies gave to him in order to beef up even more. He had a few more of the treats in his hand ready to go.

His back wasn't a slouch either, unadulterated mass packed under his red-furred pelt that pushed him away from the sofa. He could almost feel the way his muscles writhed as he shifted his position, the sensation of them rubbing against one another causing yet more pleasure to deluge his form. Both thicker and wider his dimensions swelled, his lats in particular giving him a wingspan comparable to some Pokémon species.

And that's when his body began to creak outward, his shoulders broadening to make room for more size. Thicker he swelled, his traps surging with size as they rose along his neck while his pecs took on more mass. The fabric of his shirt strained as it attempted to envelop his burgeoning beef, the tear down his front only growing bigger the more that he did.

His pants fared no better, the denim doing everything in its power to prevent the bloating of his musculature, but still couldn't stop the awesome onslaught of beef that his thighs provided. Every flex applied pressure to the material, weakening his jeans as they attempted to retain their shape, only to constantly be stretched by the oncoming of yet more size. Not a single part of his pants weren't being touched by his lower half.

Extra contention came from his schlong, which throbbed to life alongside one of his thickening thighs. He grunted as the girthy tube of fuckmeat slithered down the leg of his pants and consumed whatever space happened to be left. While it wasn't the greatest feeling in the world, the sheer amount of pleasure that he received from his oversensitive pole meant that it still felt really damn good. All that he needed now was for his body to be free from its fabric prison.

It was as if Paul's prayers had been answered as his shirt began to give up the ghost after scarfing down more of the candies. He'd long since stopped paying attention to the show, now squarely focusing on the sights right in front of his nose. His chest made short work of the soft material surrounding it, making the tear down the front even bigger as it finally exposed his meaty form to the world. A sigh of relief left his mouth as the tension lessened in an instant.

The same thing happened to his sleeves, which positively burst as his arms inflated in a matter of seconds. Biceps as big as his head gave them a diameter that the material simply couldn't take, shredding into pieces that fell to the couch around him. His back followed suit, ripping down his spine and turning what used to be his shirt into an explosion of confetti. Oh man, did other Pokémon get to feel this all the time? It was rather addicting.

His pants were next, massive tears forming along the legs as they failed to curb his ceaseless growth, his legs showing through until they swelled larger than what his jeans could've held. He let out a groan, his stress finally alleviated as the pressure had waned dramatically. His swollen ass cheeks helped out, stretching the material to its limits as they widened to the point that his pants couldn't restrain their expansion anymore and gave way to his immensity. In moments he found himself nude and loving how he got there.

The sight of seeing his clothing be reduced to strips of fabric had him more excited than he'd imagined himself being that day, standing up to get a better look of himself. He couldn't believe that something like this was possible, especially with something that he knew existed for as long as he could remember. A quick glance at the box told him that he'd eaten over half of the candies, but that meant that there was still a lot of growing left for him to do.

But look at how far he'd come in the short little while that he'd grown already! While his mind still needed to process that the colossal cat chest in his view was his own, his hands verified with a firm squeeze, his nerves electrifying from the powerful grasp that he now had. He became awash with emotions, the strongest of which being a surge of lust that began welling up inside of him.

Yeah, this was exactly what the doctor ordered. He shuddered in glee as his fingers meandered across his form, taking in everything that he couldn't see due to his pecs starting to block his view. His formerly flat stomach had blown up into a brick wall of abs that he couldn't get enough of, feeling the way that they bulged between his digits when he tensed his core. Also having grown wide was his trunk, making him broader in every direction than when he started. How much larger could he make himself with his unexpected gift? He couldn't wait to find out the answer.

While he couldn't see it, he could certainly feel that his back had absolutely erupted with beef, making him squirm as the enormity of his swollen musculature elicited moans of delight. When at rest it was already big enough to make most other men look small, but when flexed his muscles made those who worked out seem shrimpy in comparison. He relished his bulk for all it was worth, ready to tack on more when he had the chance to.

Mmf, all of this impromptu worship had his blood rushing to his lower half, making his shaft achingly erect and slapping up against his taut abdominals. His hands instantaneously bolted for his cock, sending him reeling when he felt just how much it had bloated over the course of his growth. One hand wasn't enough for the job anymore, with two well on their way to be inadequate soon enough.

And if that wasn't enough, he just about lost himself when he felt how big his orbs had gotten from just a simple grope. No longer did they compare with the men that he'd seen online as theirs didn't benefit from all the hard work that they'd put into their bodies. His were in a league of their own, fattened from his burgeoning expansion into a pair of cum tanks that comfortably rested just above his knees. It was a shame that he couldn't see them, but feeling them was the next best thing.

But now that he was aware of his growth, it was time to enjoy it. Snagging the box of the candies he positioned himself in a part of the room that gave him plenty of space, a large handful being shoved into his mouth as he tore the wrappers off with his teeth. In a few seconds he was inundated with the mouth-watering flavour of the sweets, a deep purr rumbling in his chest as he let them melt on his tongue before swallowing the remnants down, the heat produced enveloping him in passionate bliss.

With the treats devoured he immediately felt his body react, his dense musculature flexing involuntarily as the desire for growth flared up inside of him. He let out a low, long moan as he gripped his chest, feeling his pecs swell in his grasp in a matter of moments, turning into thick boulders that his fingers became unable to dent. It thrilled him to his core that he'd gotten so swole without trying. His tongue lolled out to the side of his mouth as his brain comprehended how less of his pectoral mass could be held by his hands. He never realized just how much he wanted this to happen until now.

The view in front of him was intoxicating, allowing him to revel in his swelling bulk as hundreds of pounds of musculature materialized onto his frame out of thin air. His prodigious chest complemented arms with corded muscle like steel cable, easily able to lift the front of his car should something roll under it. But he wasn't satisfied with that - he wanted to be able to lift the entire damn thing above his head; he wanted more.

And more was what was granted to him. His limbs thickened even further to the point that his triceps alone were brawnier than what he used to be before, able to just about rip a door off of its hinges without trying. Steel cables might not be an apt comparator anymore as he could render steel beams into pretzels if he wanted to, and truthfully he itched to see if that was a possibility.

If only he had a mirror, then there might've been a chance to witness his back growing monstrous with an impossible amount of beef piled onto his widening frame, though the opportunity for that might be long over by now. The way that his traps rose along his neck up to the base of his ears all but prevented his head from swiveling on the spot, inhibiting him from simply moving his head to look at something and requiring his full body to move. Not that he minded, of course, as it meant that there was more of him to take up room. That was now his goal in body, mind, and spirit.

All the additional mass packed onto his torso meant that his cannonball-like shoulders had no choice but to continue pushing outward, permitting his growth to continue unabated as his bones snapped and repaired themselves without injury, his form audibly creaking larger. His couch was starting to become insufficient in supporting him, not only because his weight kept surging as the seconds ticked on, but also because he nearly needed two cushions worth of room to properly tolerate his size. He'd become a colossus that Incineroar were known for, and he was loving every minute of it.

Paul's hands wandered below the belt, feeling his bloated quads experience the same thing. Not only would professional bodybuilders be envious of the swollen boulders that they'd turned into, but so would cyclists as their sport would never allow them to grow quite to that grotesque degree. His thighs fought for the space between his legs, the pressure of them mashed together alleviated for the brief moment that his stance got wider, only for them to clash against one another once more. This kept happening no matter how broad his frame became and he still encouraged it to happen.

Just the sensation of his inflating bulk alone was enough to get him rock-hard and drooling translucent pre down the length of his shaft, but having his fingers explore his immensity had him achingly erect and wanting to shoot his load. That was an impossibility, however, as his arousal grew in tandem with the rest of his body with no end in sight. His engorged testosterone factories continued to swell with potent Pokébatter, his knee-slapping balls seemingly not able to keep up with the rate of their growth. That got him realizing that the pleasure would flourish the bigger that he grew, and put a plan in his head that he set into motion right away.

Another handful of candies were grabbed and unwrapped before shoveling them into his mouth, the anticipation for their effects palpable with how much his body tensed. His mind became blanketed by the extreme euphoria produced by his reaction to the treats, his hands shooting to his burgeoning cock and massaging down its length. In his lust-drunk haze he failed to realize that, not only had his Pokéhood surged up his torso past his belly button and comfortably nestled under his tremendous pec shelf, but also that it needed both of his hands to properly fondle it. The feeling of it was noticed, however, and it coaxed out a needy moan past his lips.

The heat coalesced in his very soul, his heart beating out of his chest as a staggering amount of pleasure rocked his brain, radiating through his form, the candies working their magic as he continued to swell outward in every direction. His fire-type inclinations used the warmth from his growth as fuel for his burgeoning physique.

Like before he let his hands migrate around his swollen form, feeling the results of his expansion firsthand. His fingers traced along the edges of his biceps, the muscle seemingly twice as large when flexed than at rest. He'd become so massive that he could barely even comprehend his own enormity, but that didn't stop him from savouring the size that he so rightfully deserved.

The rest of his arms were also gigantic in the sheer amount of muscle mass stacked onto them, their total circumference just about the same as what his torso used to be and magnitudes stronger than he was previously. Feeling that kind of power bunched up in his muscles had him weak in the knees, adoring the strength blessed by his random gift for all it was worth. His bulk writhed against itself; he wanted more.

His pecs were a natural target for his fondling given that it was close to being right in front of his face, protruding more than a foot from his chest as each boulder now weighed more than his body used to. His lack of any sort of height gains locked him into his width being the predominant way that he could incorporate more musculature, but his impossible broad stature left him more than thrilled with that prospect. So long as he could grow, he would.

It wasn't something that he normally paid attention to, but his hands managed to find his ass, his cheeks ballooned into twin globes of compact muscle mass that could effortlessly put his sofa out of commission just by applying his newfound weight. His car might also have trouble supporting him, though he wondered now what wouldn't. Such densely-packed heft commanded attention, especially when in conjunction with his mountainous back, the sight of both immediately saying that the guy they belonged to was a powerhouse not to be trifled with. It wasn't as if that was what he was actually like, but he at least looked the part.

And then there was his core, another oft neglected part of his body, though not anymore with how much of his growth it'd absorbed. His abdominals had exploded outward, each as thick as a cinder block as they stacked on top of one another. Still they craved more size, but with his lack of getting taller it meant that they'd have to bow out into a gut. In mere moments he possessed a rock-solid turtle shell of an abgut, a display that exemplified that his body had so much strength crammed into itself that it needed to distend itself just to contain it all. That made him more in love with himself than he originally thought possible.

All the while he'd been pumping his cock with a hand, the shaft continuously growing thicker than just the one could manage. Soon all that it could do was stroke along his cumpipe, though the stimulation received from his tumescent schlong was more than enough to elicit a horny moan from the mass monster.

Growth needed to keep going - Paul needed as much as he could get. To his complete horror he realized that he'd nearly finished the box of candies, but that indicated that he had one last spurt of expansion to go before reality forced him to stop. Regardless of wanting to go further than that, this had all been worth it.

The wrappers had been shredded to bits by his teeth as he took in the last mouthful of sweets, his mind adamant on using them as ammunition to become the living embodiment of Pokémon masculinity, a record likely to stand until he broke it again. It wasn't like anyone else would come close to his immensity, though the thought rather excited him.

Each one of the treats melted down the back of his throat, replaced by a rumbling purr that signaled his final ascension. In seconds his body bulged once more, warmth spreading across his vast musculature, nourishing his bulk with masculine vigour to make them grow bigger. It was the beginning of the end of his unexpected adventure, but he was determined to make it an explosive one.

He reveled in the way that his back swelled to grotesque proportions, his winglike lats jutting out wide and flat enough to practically park a car on if he were taller, while his traps swallowed his neck and kept his head locked forward at all times. A simple roll of his boulder shoulders was all that needed to be said about his enormity, especially the way that each of his back muscles fought for what little space there was left. The feeling of them grinding against one another would've inundated him with an overbearing amount of pleasure when he was a lesser man.

The astounding powerful essence swirling through his overly muscular form roamed lower, giving him an ass that one could bounce a coin off of, even at rest. They sat squarely above his bloated legs, ones that have gotten thicker than car tires and could demolish the largest watermelon around if it somehow got stuck between his thighs. Feeling such power bunch up all over his impossible physique had him hornier than any other time in his life, and his hands instantly raced to please his leviathan python.

It amazed Paul that every single part of him had come a long way since receiving the package not too long ago as even his shaft had grown inconceivably huger than what the realms of normalcy would've dictated. He had little care for reality at this point given his monstrous form defied all its known laws, though it tickled him that this was someone's fantasy that he was in the process of living through. Truth be told, he was kicking himself for not having it as his own to start with.

If he thought that his legs were massive, then he had no idea how to describe his monumental pillar, so thick with quivering flesh that it'd grown thicker across than his torso used to be. Two hands weren't enough to adequately pleasure such a rod as his own, but he was damned certain that he'd try his best. But what a shaft to work with! No longer had it found itself shoved under his tremendous pecs, now it slithered past them, pretty much eye-level with his head now, though a quick glance told him his cockhead might actually be bigger. The thought caused a glob of preseed to belch forth and join the copious volume that had dribbled down his length and pooled on the floor below.

His hands worked his prodigious pole as best as he could, wanting to feel release after all the teasing that his growth had provided him. He'd gotten hornier than he thought was possible, the pressure in his prostate mounting the more that he pumped his throbbing crotch rocket. His pelvis helped out by bucking forward as he slid his hands to his base, an act made easy by how slick the flesh had become from presume drenching it. Every stroke blasted out more.

His fingers traced along the pop-can-thick veins that snaked along his dick like roads on a map, supplying his magnum dong with nutritious blood that kept his swollen Pokéhood at full mast no matter what. Laboured grunts escaped his throat as he worked his girthy hog as hard as he could. He wanted climax - he _craved_it - and he'd do whatever it took to achieve it.

Faster and faster he went, his heart rate increasing as his need to orgasm eclipsed any other concern at the moment. He desired nothing more than to drain his balls, the orbs fattened from his preposterous growth and dangling pendulously below his knees, filled to the brim with virile Pokébatter and churning up more as time ticked on. His nuts audibly churned the more that euphoric bliss swirled inside of him, pushing himself as hard as he could to get all that jizz out of him.

His efforts would soon be rewarded as he felt the telltale signs of release begin to hit him, his brain being hammered by overwhelming amounts of pleasure that rocketed from his colossal cock through his body. His nerves were growing frayed by the second as the stimulation fried his system with unrelenting ecstasy. He jackhammered his pole through his clutching mitts, the edge to climax so tantalizingly close that he could almost taste it. A few needy gasps of air punctuated his arousal, with only a few more thrusts needed to--

Paul cried aloud as he felt his balls pull up to his crotch, the sensation causing him to scrunch his eyes shut as his dam burst wide open. His titanic cum tanks evacuated everything they'd produced in his extraordinary expansion, his jizz shooting from his bulging cumpipe in blasts of creamy spunk that jettisoned out by the bucketload. Already he'd fired off more seed than he'd collectively done in his life, and yet he was nowhere near close to finishing.

More and more his pillar erupted white, hot cum across the hardwood floor, the wall opposite to him getting painted a bit as it dripped down and began pooling with the rest of itself. Hell, firing off more than he'd ever done? He was firing off more than every man alive had done - combined!

His mind grew hazy with arousal, though he could feel the fog lift slightly through his lust-drunk state of being. He could feel his sense of self as he geysered out entire bathtubs worth of cum without even trying, especially the way that his muscles had tensed against one another as the pressure in his balls had been the highest that it'd ever been. It shoved his pecs in front of his nose, only noticing it now and causing his cock to spasm even harder from realization. Oh man, he had a ton of exploring to do when this was over!

After what felt like whole eternities had passed he'd eventually started feeling his flow begin to lessen, though that was after cumming more than what a swimming pool could handle. Just the thought alone was enough to get him going, and he certainly knew that the new fantasies that had come about because of this would supply endless fun later on. Heh, he was just as thrilled with his future as he was with his present.

And just like that, it was over. His massive chest heaved with every breath, his pecs scant inches away from his nose as he inhaled. All the muscles across his vast body felt weak, though he did his best to keep upright. The last thing that he wanted to potentially ruin his floor by slamming into it.

But what a rush that was! He couldn't stop a grin from contorting his mouth, excitement shaking his form as he pondered what else his colossal physique was capable of. Maybe he'd use his vehicle as a weight to lift with, or better yet the SUV that always blocked his driveway. Maybe he'd test his strength by hauling the cars of freight trains as far as he could take them.

Maybe he'd end up with more rare candies in his future.