Ortha's Nutbuster NNN

Prologue: Preparation

There are few places that are truly as relaxing, pleasant, calming and soothing for the soul as the far reaches of national parks, forests, small huts perched atop grand hills and towering mountains, fewer even that are comfortable for most people to reach and still connected to the outside world just enough to allow for some of the wonders of modern life to reach and make the solitude not quite as crushing. Normally those places tend to be quiet, full of the sounds of nature and of wonderful animal calls all over the place, yet the huge cabin that was overseeing this one particular valley, made of century-old tree trunks, with grand glass panels to let the sun in as it shone from every direction, wasn't quite as calm nor quiet not even silent: huge steps echoed left and right along with animalistic grunts and roars that would have made one think beasts had taken over the entire place and made it their den. Fortunately, it was no mere beast that was making the trees shake with every step nor was it an animal that roared so loudly and proudly, rather it was just a trio or very large, very big, very heavy and very excited guys going for a nice vacation together.

To be completely honest, calling either of the three 'just guys' was a far cry from reality: the one that had just left the cabin, Ortha, was anything but a prime specimen of pure, unadulterated, undiluted power, as if someone had distilled the very essence of a bodybuilder, a titan of virility and power and crammed them all inside one relatively compact fifteen foot tall, multi-ton container with bulging muscles thicker than steel bridge cables. His every step made the trees shake and left huge pawprints onto the soil, his meaty pads digging into the ground and leaving a sheen as the behemoth sweated a little bit and beads of perspiration raced in the thick groves of his muscles. Behind him followed a thick, fog-like haze wafting from the sloshing, wobbling, barely contained horde of churning cum tanks in a huge black pouch.

"Be back in a while, behave yourselves, ok? I want to see the place still intact." His voice boomed and reached the ears of the other two temporary occupants of the house, a mass of jet-black coils squirming and moving in and out of itself from with poked a horned head and a sly smile. As the naga's black scaled body squirmed, hints of pink flesh flashed here and there along with gushes of precum that made those wonderful scales shine even more. The third occupant waved, muscles stretching in an incredibly detailed tapestry of muscles almost identical to the walking titan disappearing behind the trees.

"Finally... I was starting to get impatient..." The naga huffed and uncoiled his body, sitting atop the pile his long bottom half made, his cock throbbing openly and leaking profusely, almost like a broken hose, potent gushes shot a good couple feet in the air before splattering back down. The bulbous, sinuous, slender-yet-girthy spire jutting upwards like a spear aiming to impregnate the air itself.

"Gods above Falco, you are one horny bastard." The smaller behemoth quickly turned around, baring his front to the naga, the loincloth barely covering a fifth of his junk slowly tenting upwards, a fancy accessory to add to his charms rather than serving a practical function.

"Says you, Ambro." Falco chuckled and idly stroked his flesh, making it swell and thicken, as the other male's own did the same, staining the pristine white cloth a darker shade as precum bubbled from the massive twin shafts as the thin, fairly useless item was torn by a particularly strong throb and ended up on the floor. "So, shall we get to implementing the Nutbuster plan?" Both males' shafts twitched and fired several shots at the mere mention of the devious idea they had devised and kept hidden from their master. Falco huffed and slithered forward, coiling around his friend faster than the immense bulk of his long body suggested, completely trapping Ambro in a prison of muscles, precum-slickened coils as scales rubbed against thick hide. The behemoth groaned, idly scratching at his two horns with one free arm. "Come on man... we agreed to go through with the plan, you can't bail on me now."

"But you know how... messy it gets when he's pent up." He sighed, waited for a few moments and then smiled, his cock swelling, growing from a respectable three feet to a much more girthy, musky and massive four and a half in less than a few heartbeats. With a grin he looked at the naga and gave him a quick peck on the muzzle as the other male started grinding his length over the behemoth's muscle groves. "Then again we convinced him to get a cabin this far from the city exactly because we wanted him to get messy." Ambro grunted as he felt his friend's cock sandwiched between his legs, lifting up his pumpkin-sized nuts with ease despite their great weight and heft. "Fine, but we still need to prepare. He's the one who has to be pent up and I don't plan on missing any of my fifteen daily ball drainings, ok?"

"Deal." Falco hissed and grabbed all of their cocks like a perverted bouquet of virility and started stroking as he licked the pectoral shelves of the stud he'd trapped. "Let's baptize the cabin first though, he'll have a much harder time If we get him in the mood so early."

Day 1: Teasing starts

Ortha returned a little while later, sweat pouring down his body in small rivers after the several miles that he'd run to keep his muscles in tiptop shape, the line of heavy pawprints on the ground stretching in between the old trees. The behemoth's wide shoulders had a few bits of bark on them after he'd accidentally collided against a few trunks, his bulk and speed and raw power beating the unmoving victims with ease and leaving behind several collapsed ageing oaks. All the running, sweating and panting had made him work up a bit of an appetite, of the food kind and of the musky, loud, noisy kind. Much like Ambro Ortha wore something that just barely worked to keep him in a proper state, though it was more to keep his sextuplet of sloshing nuts in check, his three cocks were simply free to breathe and show themselves as they did now, three massive, thick, girthy bestial cocks each capped with three cum pipes so wide a normal person might be able to shove an arm in there and then some. All three were half erect, drooling nine lazy streams of dense pre all over the ground as he looked forward to the company of his pets.

"Of course they couldn't wait..." Ortha could smell the stench of cum from a mile away and the soft grunts that he'd heard from even further back had only helped to bring his cocks down to his knees and then to the state they were in at the moment his paws splashed in the first puddle of cum that was forming around the cabin. "Naughty brats, starting without me." He ripped his ball-strap with a grin and tossed it onto a tree branch, making it droop down so soaked that reinforced cloth sack was, the behemoth advancing fully naked, huffing and puffing as his taut balls sloshed. He'd planned to get the two of them bred to hell and back the moment he'd get warmed up a little, hence his little solitary run. "Boys? I'm back and ready to have some fun..." His voice made the cabin shake a little bit but when he found the Ambro and Falco, the two were resting upon a destroyed couch, naked, covered in cum, but otherwise not doing anything beyond consuming snacks.

"Oh hey Master!" Falco waved his hand and smiled. "Had a good run?" Ortha snorted and looked at Ambro who barely reacted at the bigger behemoth's completely naked form, a rarity considering how both would normally throw themselves at him the second he even so much gave a hint of being in the mood to have fun.

"What are you two doing?" Ortha licked his chops, growing more and more aroused as the seconds passed, his nose picking up every shade of musk around him as his own thickened.

"Oh, we've started watching a new series to distract us from our plan for the month." Ambro looked up for a split second and then returned to the screen.

"Wait what?"

"We didn't tell you, but we're participating in that NNN thing so we've decided to watch tv to not get in the mood again." Falco chuckled inwardly. "But before starting we blew a couple dozen loads just to be sure we can last for a while." The naga made some space on the couch, or what was left of it and made for his master to sit. "You should join us, it appears it's a fun thing to do with friends, the cumshots seem to feel much better if you win as well."

"B-but..." The horny behemoth looked at the two and groaned, knowing that he'd not move them if they didn't want to be moved. "Ugh, fine." He rolled his eyes and sat down, his balls crashing and cracking the wooden boards as his untended, stiff, throbbing erections jutted forth like meaty spires. "But if I win I get to make up for the entire month by keeping you two strapped to my cocks for a week straight."

Day two: hard awakening

"Mmhhh..." Waking up the day after was not as pleasant as it usually was for Ortha: with a little harem of his own to take care of his needs on a daily, if not hourly basis, whenever he felt in the mood, had certainly made him get in a wonderful routine: go to bed buried in someone's tight rump, wake up with a horde of horny studs to tend to his three bestial cocks, blow a few loads before breakfast and proceed with his day. "Fuck this dumb challenge..." But with that NNN thing he had no way to get his arousal down and for a behemoth his size and power, the arousal was followed by three massive lengths throbbing inches away from his snout, spilling several ropes of pre all over his barrel-like chest and onto the bed. "Mmh..." He got up and felt the familiar tug of his nuts as he tried to move, finding them somewhat more heavy than the day before and not in a very pleasant way. His feet thumped on the ground as per usual but unlike usual they splashed in what had become of his precum after a night spent without someone to catch it all.

"Morning!" Falco looked far more chipper than he was usually in the morning, his cock standing proud in the air.

"Morning!" Ambro was much the same, smiling nice and wide to the grumpy behemoth with a nice pair of uncut beasts spilling fat ropes of pre all over the place.

"Grrrfff..." That was about what they got as a reply from Ortha as he got up and lazily headed for the kitchen to snack on whatever was available to fuel his muscular body.

As per usual, he went out for a nice run, just a couple dozen miles to warm up before going for some more heavy workouts around the cabin, trying to move often as the smell of the cum spilled the day before and the precum he leaked did not help him in finding solace from the desire to call this little challenge over after just a day. His two pets' cheerful attitude definitely helped maintaining the mood and not giving up. After all, if they managed to last, so could he... right? Yes, surely he could...

Day three: a bit of a leaking problem

"So... how's the NNN going for ya?" Falco was perched atop the kitchen isle, taking up all the space available so that he could reach the snack cabinet, the fridge and even the freezer without having to move more than a couple feet of his body at a time. From the pile of coils his cock was still just as hard as the day before if not a little harder, leaking a decent stream of precum all over the place, though paling in comparison to what Ortha was leaving behind with each step.

"Guess." Ortha had woken up with a bit of a sour mood, if one could say that, the three bestial cocks jutting forth from his sheath like three massive pillars of breeder flesh ready to unload every drop inside a wet, tight, possibly already used and sloppy hole, yet unable to do it. "Haven't gone this long without cumming for years..." The behemoth grumbled and scratched his chest, huffing as one of his cocks throbbed, flexing and twitching as it spewed forth a thicker gush of pre, the three cum pipes bloating and mixing their streams before the ten-gallon pump splattered all over Falco. "Sorry."

"Mmmh it's fine..." The naga hissed as he was showered in thick pre, using it to lube his shiny black scales and stroke his shaft, sneaking a peek at the beast's trio of spires while he soaked his own in that wonderfully thick and gooey stuff. Ortha groaned loudly and looked away, his nuts churning oh so very hard, attempting to coax their owner to give in and allow them to let go of the immense cargo they were carrying, visibly growing as he headed somewhere that didn't thoroughly reek of cum, cocks or the wonderful stench of sweat and breeder musk. As soon as the lumbering behemoth was out of the house, Ambro rushed in, twin lengths throbbing at full mast, his balls sloshing so loudly both studs could hear them churn and glorp with each batch of cum they brewed.

"Mmmh are we doing it? Please I'm really struggling here! I didn't prepare to actually do this damn challenge man..." The smaller behemoth whined, walking up to Falco and sliding his cocks inside the naga's coils, lightly humping as he purred and breathed heavily.

"Not yet, we still have some... time before part two of the plan can be implemented..." Falco hissed, trying not to give in as he felt the other stud's meaty erections poke at him, the hot flesh sliding within his coils and smearing them with thick cocksweat. "But don't worry, it's not going to be much longer.

Day five: workouts

Normally working out was a good way to get ready for other more fun, more intensive and even sweatier activities, but since Ortha could not enjoy said sweaty, raunchy activities, his morning and afternoon workouts had turned into a way to take his mind off the throbbing of his cocks and the swelling of his nuts with each day that he denied himself any release beyond the flow of precum from his pent up sextuplets down below. However, with all that exercise came another kind of growth aside from the ever bigger balls that couldn't be contained by his pouch or by the ever fatter cocks that were throbbing inches away from his muzzle.

"Grah... damn this small doorframe..." Ortha could only fit inside the cabin by kneeling, turning to the side and squeezing past the threshold. His broad shoulders had gotten even bigger and wider, the bundles of steel cable packed on them making him look bigger still. Each time he knelt his balls crashed into the floor and left lewd, sweaty, musky, heavy and deep prints in the shape of his taut sack and each time he got up after passing through his horns smashed into the twenty foot tall ceiling, leaving huge gashes and marks. In just two days of working out harder than normal, he'd packed on a few feet of height since all the energy he normally put into cumming like a fire hydrant had to go somewhere that wasn't his nads or cocks. Yet even that didn't stop him from leaking up a storm, his paws making small dents even in the hardwood floor, always coated in a thick, dense layer of precum that his triple shafts spewed forth in front of him. "Mmmh this is... stupid challenge... day five and it's already this bad... ggrfff..." Ortha grunted and rolled his eyes, grabbing his three cocks as the smell of exercise, of precum, of that wonderful cock stink made him lose focus for a moment. His maw opened and his lips latched onto the leftmost shaft, the triple pipes gushing into his mouth as the other two spilled their load behind him. The size of his prides was so great and lovely since he couldn't embrace his two pets, his cocks were the only thing that brought him warmth in bed for the past few days. His throat danced up and down as he swallowed pints and pints of pre like a potent brand of mead that tasted like sex and a well-stuffed ass.

"Hey hey! Gonna drop out of the challenge already?" Ambro descended the stairs, his huge sack swaying heavy, plapping against his inner thighs. Ortha opened his mouth, letting the fat shaft pop out and droop forward, splattering the load that was meant for those lips onto the floor, all three spires throbbing and standing proud together once again mere moments later, their throbbing torture making the behemoth grunt and huff as he squeezed past the door for the third workout of the day, hours before schedule just to sweat off the boiling cum in his nuts. "Good, good, guess the plan's moving forward nicely."

Day seven: a most masterful plan

"Mmmhh fuck a week is too much..." Falco wrapped his coils around Ambro, completely immobilizing him on the new couch that had been delivered via helicopter that very morning, their erections rubbing against each other like slick, hot, throbbing steel beams, far bigger than when they'd arrived in the cabin after a week of complete abstinence.

"It was your plan, you know that?" Ambro huffed, every complaint he had about the naga's lewd ideas disappearing with each thrust of the reptile's flexible pride between his spires as precum bubbled and collected on his abs, dripping down in a web of rivulets thanks to the groves of his huge muscles. The naga's coils were warm and tight around him, only his upper body able to move in such a compromising position as the two kissed and pressed their fronts together, sandwiching the trio of cocks against tight, sculpted abs. "You said we should... mmhh... wait..." He grabbed Falco's head and drew him in for another messy kiss before diving down below, wrapping his lips around his friend's spurting tip.

"A calculated... risk..." Falco hissed as he thrust forward, sinking into Ambro's mouth with a good foot and a half of needy, sensitive snakeflesh and seven days's worth of missed orgasms already bubbling from his loins. "Exactly the limit I've extrapolated from... years of sex and orgies... just enough to be extremely pent up but... mhhhh!!!" He whined as Ambro pushed forth and almost deepthroated him right then and there, leaving just a few inches of cock exposed that he could stroke and caress. His own prides were big and slick enough to simply sink inside Falco's slit, spreading it nice and wide as both uncut tips barged in, hosing his inner flesh with hot, dense, salty, musky, thick pre like broken hoses, splattering all over his sensitive passage. "... ahh fuck..." The smaller behemoth moaned around that cock, sampling the denser taste after so many days, the wonderful taste renewed, the potent flavour of a top class breeder even more potent now that he was so backed up it almost hurt. "Mmhhffffuckkkk!!" So backed up that Falco lasted all of sixty three seconds before blowing his load inside Ambro's maw, his tip buried so deep it blasted gallon after gallon after gallon of cum directly in the behemoth's stomach, Ambro's throat dancing up and dow, up and down to milk that wonderfully raunchy shaft for all that it was worth with glee and need.

"Ahh!!!" Barely ten seconds later Ambro was cumming as well, his twin spears twitching with each pump he spilled in the naga's guts as they squeezed, squirmed and clamped around him, neither able to do so much as move with the sheer pleasure they were assaulted by over and over, every single pump of their overly full nuts, internal or otherwise, making them wince and murr, swallowing and accepting every droplet.

"What the hell are you two..." Ortha arrived just in time for both of them to pull back, revealing their gushing, throbbing cocks as they spilled their proper load all over each other, fat ropes of breeder cum lasting dozens of seconds each splattering, wasted, used to coat scales and thick hide and to further lube their spires.

The gigantic behemoth had packed another few feet in height, now over twenty three feet tall, so big half the entire cabin was off limits, sweat pouring off his body after he'd returned from the morning run, the trail of thick pre turning into a puddle now that he'd stopped moving for more than ten seconds. His huge muscles were steaming visibly but even his imposing physique was hardly a match for the sheer size of his junk: a week of complete abstinence had turned the seven foot long beastly shafts into twelve feet of ever twitching breeder material, each longer Ambro himself as the pent up energy made them swell each day more and more. His nuts, that were normally just about hanging at knee-level, were scraping the floor with ever other step as they stretched and sunk lower the heavier they got. Tons and tons of cum were packed in those six orbs, far more than most mortals could spill in a hundred lifetimes in each single nut and maybe even more. The two guilty pets licked their lips as their master's sack groaned and sloshed, dropping a few more inches as cum bubbled within, crashing into the floor like wrecking balls, though far denser, sweatier and more arousing.

"Sorry..." Falco chirped and faked sadness, putting a hand over his forehead as if to display shame that was not there at all. "We were weak and couldn't hold it..." He huffed as he grabbed Ambro's prides with his tail and sank down, feeling them stretch him once again as the smaller behemoth still gushed like a fire hydrant inside him, the naga's gut swelling nicely bit by bit. "Guess we lost..."

"A tragedy mhhhahh..." Ambro put on the same tone, pretending to be sad by his failed challenge as he started rocking his hips up and down, wet crotches plapping together as the couch creaked and groaned, straining as tons of muscles moved atop it with little regard for its wellbeing. Cum poured forth as Falco stroked himself, his cumshots flying far, splattering on Ortha's immense sack over and over again as the huge titan grit his teeth. "But I'm sure you can keep going, right?" He grinned as Ortha huffed, the smell of cum assaulting him with the force of a freight train as the sounds of sloppy sex echoed along with the dripping of pre from the beast's nine thick cum veins. "We were oh so weak and horny but you must succeed, else you won't be able to claim victory and our tight little rumps..."

"Oh... so that... rffhh..." Ortha growled, stepping forward just once, making the floor crack as his balls slammed down with great force and weight. "You sneaky devils..." The moment of anger was replaced by a smug grin that made the other two freeze for a moment. "I won't let this one slide..."

Day eleven: outgrowing the bed

This wasn't the first time Ortha had been subject of an unexpected bout of growth, be it in size, weight, ball diameter, cock length and overall messiness, therefore the bed he'd had custom made for this month of vacation was one of the ones he had at his home as well: five times bigger than even the biggest Alaska king bed on the market, made with titanium support and reinforced, waterproof and with all those wonderful bells and whistles that should, in theory, support a behemoth his size with a couple of guests over for a steamy night of passion, or ten. Yet that bed had been made for a behemoth like the one that had walked in the house well over a week prior: as things were now, it was no surprise that Ortha woke up with his feet on the floor and a cacophony of screaming metal beams.

"Mmhhrhrh... crap." He grunted, frustrated at his bed, at himself, at Falco, at Ambro, at his massive cocks slapping his muzzle whenever they twitched, which was every other second, at the endless flow of precum that spilled on his head and on the pillow and on the mattress and on the floor and on the wall and on pretty much everything else. As he laid there, hugging his cocks like three eager, mastodontic, immense, throbbing, sweaty, slick, overwhelmingly musky hunting dogs, Ortha licked them, letting the waterfall of pre fall into his maw and swallowing it over and over. "Damn you Falco..." Ortha huffed as he felt his nuts churn and swell a good couple inches, packing on pounds with the same ease as a normal person walks a few steps. The bed groaned and bent at long last, tonnes of behemoth sinking lower and lower, just a small space left between the metal frame and the floor. But even as he got so low that his balls were touching the precum lake in the bedroom, Ortha didn't feel discouraged. "Ok, time to begin the counter plan."

Day twelve: competitive teasing

"Mmhhhh gods Falco..." Ambro howled as he gently bit into the naga's neck, their pecs rubbing together as sweat poured off their bodies in great rivers as their rutting marathon reached the two hour mark, cum splattered all around them in hundreds of fat ropes, painting the ceiling, the walls and whatever else their cocks had been aimed at, the behemoth's rump gently leaking a thick stream of spent spunk from their earlier switch. "Your slit is so wet... and tight... mhhh!" He huffed, licking the sweat off the reptile's scales as one of his cocks accidentally slipped out of that slutty, stuffed, slick slit, yet neither had the intention of cramming it back in.

"After so long without Orta I've gotten tighter." Falco whined and hissed, arching his back into what was left of their bedroom wall after banging against it so hard it had started to crack and bend. The naga grabbed his cock and Ambro's squeezing them together as the sweaty beast atop him started to give signs of an imminent orgasm. With great flexibility, Falco opened his maw, bent forward and took both cocks in his lips, just in time as he started to unload gallon after gallon after sticky, dense, potent, virile gallon of raw cum into his already swollen and full gut. "Mhhhh!" The naga came a moment later, filled from mouth and slit by the same pair of cocks at the same time as well as his own, spunk spilling from his lips, nostrils and backing up till the wet gash down below bubbled and squirted with every other twitch of Ambro's thick shaft.

"That was... good, yes..." The behemoth collapsed on the floor, taking with him what was left of the nighstand, crushing it thoroughly and easily as his shafts popped out of Falco along with a flood of cum and a hiss. Their pleasure was short-lived however, as the ground started to quake and shake loudly. "What the..." He got up and looked out of the window, prepared for the worst but seeing only Ortha grabbing his weights and gym equipment, moving it right outside their bedroom's field of view.

"Morning guys." The room shook when he plopped his immense ass down on a huge tree stump and his balls crashed down, tons and tons of behemoth muscle, nut, cock and huge weights comparable to cars in his hands. "Just getting some work in, hope you don't mind..." He smiled and started curling the dumbbells, the sheer heft of those disks making loud clanking sounds, yet the only outcome was to make Ambro pop a boner instantly, slapping Falco in the snout from both sides. Moments later a breeze washed over the cabin, bringing forth a reek of sweat, exercise and ball funk so dense the windows panels fogged up quickly, bringing even the naga to a sudden erection after the tenth orgasm of the morning. "Have fun..."

Ortha watched Ambro sink up and down, his pecs disappearing under the edge of the windowsill as the smaller behemoth bounced on Falco's cock like a voyeur secretly ogling a team of athletes. As Ortha smiled, he licked his lips and continued pumping iron, his immense muscles straining, the tank top he wore stretched oh so thin around his front, some threads snapping whenever he breathed a little too deeply. The knowledge he was being looked upon made the immense beast grin wider and wider, baring his fangs to the sun as beams of light refracted against the thick cables that were the braids of muscles swelling and contracting with each set of curls, the sweat pouring and pooling around the groves of those muscles amplifying the sunbeams as if a kaleidoscope one could see, one that both moaning voyeurs could also taste as the thick musk and smell of pre and balls grew so thick that the walls started to drip with concentrated virility. Precum splattered on the outside wall over and over and over and over again, tens of gallons hitting the cabin like heavy hail here and there and everywhere else without end. And as he pumped iron, Ortha grew, inches at a time, slowly bloating bigger, heavier, thicker, stronger and hornier, actively enjoying the growth that such a lovely workout brought him. And eventually the tank top gave up, stretched too thin, snapping and impacting on the wall and immediately sticking to it thanks to a cement-like concoction of thick sweat and thicker pre, virtually glued to the structure. The impact made both Falco and Ambro cum loudly, their moans joy to the behemoth down below since his own plan had begun to take shape as well.

Day fourteen: a soothing bath

"Nothing quite like taking a nice bath after working out for five straight hours..." Ortha sighed as he slowly sunk into water, though it was nothing even close to a regular bathtub and far more resembling a swimming pool of heated water, just barely enough to hold all of him. His immense body displaced almost a third of the contents of the pool just by getting in, the waves splashing on the walls, battering them over and over till they calmed down, letting his immense cocks pierce through the surface like meaty, massive, mammoth missiles, shot after shot after triple shot of pre splattering on the ceiling. "So good..."

The water was oh so soothing, helping him get to a lazy, wonderful daze within minutes, forgetting about his immense needs, the person-sized, dozen-tonne, constantly churning balls strapped to his groin and the accompanying cocks that he couldn't touch, kiss, lick, sniff or even suck to lessen the burden of his flesh. The challenge was starting to erode at his sanity, even the hours and hours and hours of working out was slowly losing its efficacy, for even for him too much exercise was a thing, but he couldn't stop: there was no other way to get his mind off the heavy balls and throbbing cocks for long enough. As Ortha drifted to a nice, warm, wet sleep, his mind finally relaxed a bit, loosening the hold on his body that it had kept for two solid weeks, and his body took the chance instantly.

Falco and Ambro were fucking on the kitchen table, using every container available to collect their orgasms just for the fun of it, pots, pans, huge cauldrons otherwise meant to cook now overflowing with thick spunk, mixing together as the kitchen was repainted for the umpteenth time in their lust as cocks throbbed and balls churned. Yet even under the chaotic splattering, moaning, grunting, huffing, whining and hissing, the two could hear something going on in the background, something big, something musky and something that was growing. They stopped their rut, Falco pulling out of Ambro's ass, letting the smaller behemoth leak a few tens of gallons of fresh cum onto the floor as they rushed to the bathroom, just in time.

Ortha grunted in his sleep, his muscles tense and taut as they swelled, paws unconsciously gripping the edges of the pool, cracking concrete like a child cracks a chocolate bar, the water entirely gone and replaced with thousands upon thousands upon thousands of gallons of precum from not one, not two, not three, but four titanic cocks, each as big as the other, knots swelling in the musky air and throbbing, unable to lock into a tight wet hole.

"OH fuck..." Ambro came a little, his twin shafts twitching and firing a few dozen two-gallon shots of potent cum that spilled into that pool, lost instantly as the taller, hornier, bigger, heavier, pent up behemoth's leak neutralized all of it. The two onlookers could taste the cum in the air even though Ortha hadn't spilled a drop of it yet. "He's replaced the entire pool just with pre..."

"Want to go for a swim?" Falco felt his fingers get slick as the perspiration of the behemoth before them put so much sweat in the air that the moisture made the two feel as if they were in a sweaty, musky, raunchy, behemoth-balls-and-cock flavoured sauna.

Day fifteen: no more soothing baths

"Lords above I need a shower..." The behemoth put down the 1 ton dumbbells, leaving a crater of sizeable dimension where they landed. "However..." He sighed heavily as he looked at the cabin that was slowly shrinking day after day. The second he stopped the workout and thought back at the bath he'd took in the pool the day before, a pool that he'd turned into little more than an immense container for all the precum he'd spilled while taking a short nap and lost control of himself. Ortha curled an arm, making muscles and taut skin creak as the sheer power hidden within begged to be put to use in a raunchy, ten-day long rutting marathon, veins bulging with heated blood as sweat made his entire being glisten like a Greek god after an oil massage. Standing at nearly thirty feet in height after the little incident in the bathroom, Ortha was as close to bodily perfection as he could be without being a god himself. "MMhh..." He traced a paw over the shelves that were his pecs as each of his four beastly cocks slapped his belly over and over, a most virile bouquet of insane virility supported by a sextuplet of balls that scraped the ground with every breath he took. "What if... oh, yes, this should be fun..." Ortha grinned and licked his lips as he walked over to the cabin, the trees shaking with each of his steps, his six nuts leaving prints as they gouged the soil beneath the beast's paws. "Ambro, get out, I need a hand."

"Sure thing." The smaller, almost diminutive behemoth rushed out of the cabin and smacked his muzzle against Ortha's rump. All the sex and rutting and the sheer virility oozing from the immense titan had seemingly rubbed off on Ambro as well, not counting the precum bath of the day before, bringing Ambro to a decent eleven feet in height, pitiful compared to the monster he was next to but well above any other normal person and just perfect for him to sink right between Ortha's cheeks.

"Good pet, already getting to work. Tongue bath... now." Ortha growled as he trapped Ambro between his sweaty, slick, muscular rump and the cabin, the force of the light impact causing the comparatively flimsy wooden beams to crack and bend inwards.

The smaller behemoth heard it even through the thick curtain of ass and muscle around his ears, his nose forced to inhale the thickest musk he'd felt in years. All the workouts, the lack of proper showers, the sheer power that Ortha was building in the vain search for respite from his lust had turned that ass into a furnace. Ambro whined and licked, rubbing his muzzle all over the behemoth's donut, letting the sweat coat his face and upper body as his cock slid in between the six immense nuts, the slow churning akin to a vibrating massage of the highest tier bringing him to a quick and easy orgasm within merely fifteen seconds of ass-worship and sloppy tongue bath.

"Ah, Falco, good timing." Ortha grinned, stepping forward with Ambro still glued between his cheeks like a sweaty, taut jock. The behemoth licked his chops and sat down, further encapsulating the smaller beast in his ass as the little pet licked, kissed, sniffed and almost literally lost himself in a mountain of ass to his heart's content, ever so slowly starting to actually lick his master clean. "I need you to help Ambro and give me a nice tongue bath..." Ortha lifted his legs, his huge meaty cum-slickened paws and thick toes wiggling in the air, buckets of precum covering every inch of their pads, even more hidden in the soft groves and between each toe. Falco gulped and hissed, the mere sight of those paws making him grow hard within a split second, dropping the huge cart with the food he'd dragged from the helicopter landing zone. As the naga hugged his left paw, Ortha sighed, feeling his sore muscles soothed with loving licks and moans and grunts and the wonderful sensation of stiff cocks rubbing all the knots under the skin as the two sluts grinded against him. "That's better..." He leaned back, enjoying every single bit of the cleaning he was being given, murring and purring when his sore muscles were lovingly caressed by slick tongues and grabby hands and paws as the two smaller studs' loads spilled all over him as each cleaned inch of his body was soon covered in cum as they moved around, grinding, humping and cumming without a hint of shame.

By the time they'd cleaned him, he was no longer covered in sweat and workout grime but by a sheen of cum, pre and Ambro's and Falco's own perspiration as they rubbed themselves over his immense muscles.

Day eighteen: losing control, just a bit

About two weeks were left, not much for anyone of regular needs, but so far along the challenge and with an ever growing buildup backing up in his balls, Ortha was having problems he wasn't equipped to deal with in any way, even more so when he'd tried to lessen or contain them. The latest delivery of food had also given him a few cock rings that he'd used a couple times before when he wanted to see how much cum he could trap inside his cum tanks before blowing his load in a spectacular fashion for his entire harem to see. This time he didn't have an industrial steelworks deliver him four immense steel rings the width of a car for sexy purposes, but rather just to make the flow of precum a little more manageable. As the days passed, his balls were fuller and heavier and his cocks were endlessly belching pre in such massive amounts that he could probably fill the pool twice in a single day if he were to take another bath. If he could fit inside that room anyway: at thirty five feet tall, Ortha was starting to have to plan his entire day according to whether he wanted to spent it inside and outside, since getting past the entrance was a little task that took him half an hour of squeezing and careful manoeuvring to avoid bursting through the wall and bringing half the cabin with him.

The day before he'd made Ambro and Falco fasten the four immense rings, each over a foot of thick, pure metal, around his four titanic cocks. The moment they were locked and started putting pressure around the bases of his pillars, he felt his balls groan, churn and protest so loudly and violently that the windows of the cabin rattled as the six massive orbs gained a couple inches under a second. However, that seemed to do the trick since his twelve cum pipes were leaking a mere dozen gallons every other second rather than the torrent of pre from before. At that rate, he'd fill the pool in a long while rather than in a handful of minutes. Satisfied with the result, he agreed to having the two pets sleep with him, though they were forbidden from teasing or fucking each other to avoid any... stimulation.

Unfortunately Ortha did not need the two of them being horny fuckers to draw the short end of the stick: as morning shone upon his immense body, the behemoth understood immediately that something had gone wrong, oh so wonderfully wrong. He stood up and his head crashed through the ceiling, the forty foot tall ceiling as his cocks swayed and wobbled, slamming against the walls and cracking them with the sheer weight packed in those four meaty pillars of breeder flesh. As he reached to cup his balls he whined, biting his lips, his cocks throbbing so hard the rings creaked and strained. He counted the pairs of nuts underneath him: one, two, three... four... Almost like his body desired to match each pair to each cock, a fourth immense, nine foot couple of wrecking balls packed to the brim with cum had blossomed from his taint. He purred and bit his lips, walking a tad awkwardly as the increased weight and loss of space between his legs made him stumble, his paws slipping in the puddle of precum around the bed and fall to the side. His body crashed through the wall and into the living room, turning the entire place into a wide, ball-sweat-scented, precum-flooded open space.

"Crap."

Day twenty one: massages

"Cmon, get down big guy, we're giving you a good rub to soothe your muscles." Falco had to stand on his tail, balancing over fifteen feet of height just to get to Ortha's midsection as the forty foot tall beast loomed over him like an adult looms over a child.

"No funny business?" The behemoth grunted softly and looked at the horny, sneaky naga with a suspicious expression. Falco shook his head, hands already holding a huge, fifty gallon jug of massage oils that spread a wonderfully soothing aroma in the air, or at least within two feet of the jug since Ortha's musk had turned into close to a heavy coat visible to the naked eye much like steaming sweat after a ten mile run. Hmm, ok, massage it shall be." He rolled on his back and dropped onto the ground, seeing as there was no chair with a hole where he could cram four huge pec-surpassing beastly cocks or eight multi-ton churning boulders crammed into his sack.

"With pleasure..." Falco licked his lips with glee, cock slapping against his chest, leaving behind huge prints with its shape as he slathered his hands with oil. He stifled a moan when he placed his hands on Ortha's huge meaty footpaws, failing utterly to resist the urge to press his snout to the behemoth's pads and sniffed, rubbing, nuzzling, massaging, huffing and licking between the sweaty gaps. "MMh feeling good?"

"It's not bad..." Ortha huffed with satisfaction as a few knots melted in the warm oil and the otherwise horny worship for his paws. "OOhah yeah that's a good spot." He purred so loudly and hard the windows shook and rattled when Falco started moving upwards, grinding his palms into the back of his lower legs. Carrying well over twenty tons of muscles, cum and cock was hard on his lower half more than anything. As the little naga rubbed all over his master's sore muscles, he gave Ambro a sign, the smaller behemoth adding a little something to the barrel of oils and immediately moved away.

"Now for the good part..." Falco hissed with pleasure, his cock as hard and dripping as could be, grabbed the barrel and turned it upside down on himself, bathing in oils from snout to the tip of his tail, glistening as the fluid bubbled and covered him. "Do stay still." After turning himself into a fifteen foot long slick snake, Falco started coiling all around Ortha, using every last inch of his body to massage, knead and grind, rubbing the tainted oils from legs to arms to pecs, making the behemoth purr and whine with such a wonderful soothing pleasure he actually forgot about his far too full balls and the bouquet of cocks standing up from his groin. "So many... knots."

Minutes passed as he slithered all over Ortha, slathering him completely, making him shine like a muscular Greek sculpture of bodily perfection, highlighting muscle groups common mortals didn't even have when light shone upon him. Yet he wasn't done, not even close: once he'd oiled him to the last square inch, sniffed every musky spot, licked every pec, ab, deltoid, trapezoid, tricep and bicep, worshipped him like a real god, rubbed his cock whenever and wherever he could, Falco set his sights upon the behemoth's cocks. He licked his lips with hunger, slithering from waist to crotch, grabbed two cocks and started sliding in between, still covered in slick oils. Ortha huffed loudly when his sensitive flesh met Falco's scales. Like a smaller reptile climbing on branches, he climbed around the titan's immensely stiff cocks, coiling around, above, under his own body in a tangle of hands, scales, coils, cocks and kisses.

"Ooohhahah!!" Ortha relaxed more and more, then a little more and before he could realize it, it was too much. He felt something rising from deep within, something that felt awfully close to an orgasm. To hold back, he clawed at the floor, shattering it as he arched his back and his entire body swelled a foot, then two, his horns gouging the now ruined parquet as Falco chuckled and moved out of the way just in time for something to blossom from deep within the confines of the behemoth's sheath. "Mmhhahhah Falcoooohhh! You naughty..." A fifth cock jutted out of that overstuffed, overstretched pouch, just as big, throbbing, meaty and needy as the other four around it, yet unlike them it wasn't held back by a cockring. With a singular throb, it sprayed forth a titanic gush of precum that splattered all over the living room, painting it an off-white colour within less than five seconds. "Grrrhrh... you'll... ohhhah pay for this..." Ortha thrashed as his body kept on swelling and with him so did his five cocks and eight, no... ten fat nuts, his every fibre fighting to keep his cum where it belonged, at least for another few days.

Day twenty two: changing topography

The ground shook and the trees swayed as if a boulder was rolling down the mountain, ye there was no mountain but just one lonely behemoth having his morning jog, breath steaming in the slightly chilly morning air, sweat evaporating from the sheer heat his body was putting out, paws leaving a foot deep print with each single step he took as his immense bulk sunk into the ground. He grunted, gritting his teeth, knocking down trees as he crashed into them, uncaring about the forest in the mad pursuit of a moment's rest from his cocks. Each of the five gargantuan spires oozed pre, the fifth one sitting firmly in the middle and oozing the most as the fifth cockring was yet to be delivered by helicopter with the next load of groceries, the other four leaking a measly fifty gallons a second as his nuts glorped, churned and groaned with untold amounts of tar-thick cum that was thickening more and more with each day.

He stopped in the middle of a clearing, behind him a huge slimy trail of cummy footprints and uprooted trees. Normally he might have taken a break but there was no rest from his needs and so the nearly fifty foot tall beast eyed the heaviest thing around besides himself, a massive boulder that had fallen from the face of the mountain above ages ago. With a sigh he grabbed it with not one, not two, but four arms, claws digging into the rock as he pulled it up, earth, soil and bits of stone falling around him as he widened his stance and began squatting with dozens of tons of rock above him, his leg muscles ballooning as his nuts crashed into the ground with far greater weight and mass, his taint swelling as the cockrings creaked against the growing desire to nut and empty his cum tanks.

"Just nine days..." He huffed, dropping to the ground, back against the gouged soil and bench pressed the boulder, his drive to complete the challenge even greater as the pent up energy stored in his sack fuelled yet another burst of growth, adding another foot to his height and more pounds to his bulk. "Nine... days..." Ortha let out a grin as he finished the rep, throwing the boulder like a kid throws a paper ball, stretching each of his four arms. The body enhancers that Ambro dumped in the massage oils had certainly did a number on him, yet he didn't hate the end result. Four arms meant a bigger pectoral shelf and more weights to lift... Sadly even the ones at the cabin were starting to be not only too light but too small for his hands to hold. But that did not matter: he just had to wait a few more days and then he'd get his due.

Day twenty five: nearing the end, unending growth

"Hey... I'm getting a tad worried." Ambro looked outside the window with a somewhat uneasy expression, one that vanished soon as he grunted, crossed his eyes and blew his load all over the floor, his cocks pinned between the wall and his growing body while Falco ate him out where he stood.

"About what?" The naga licked his lips, giving a kiss to the well-lubed, well-trained, slightly gaping donut of the small behemoth, immediately rising on his coils and cramming his cock inside, the slick, throbbing, twitching spire sinking inside with ease and a moan escaping from both of their lips.

"Ortha's getting... big." He gulped, bracing himself with his arms while Falco started to hump and grind, his hips smacking against Ambro's, scale against a taut ass with increasing speed. "Like, scary big..." The two could see the immense beast outside the window and the sheer size of him, dwarfing the cabin itself with mountains of muscle so densely packed that they could withstand a bomb with nary a scratch. The musk wafting from Ortha was like a fog, heavy and thick, a fog that smelled like balls, cock and cum as the behemoth breeder leaked so much pre that a small lake had formed at the foot of the rocky ledge the cabin was perched on. Each step made the ground quake and the walls rattle as untold tons of beast moved around, lifting with ease literal boulders stolen from the mountain itself.

"Oh shut up, you knew what you were getting into." Falco hissed in the nape of Ambro's neck and licked his hide, making the other stud moan and clamp down on his shaft. "And you love when he gets that big." The naga felt Ambro squeeze his length as he made his friend look at the beast training outside. "Look at his biceps... they're bigger than you are... we could sleep on his pecs like a huge queen-sized bed and still have space..." Ambro drank his words like ambrosia as he squeezed and tried to milk the naga's cock for its juicy, hot load. "And his balls are so heavy and musky and huge we could fit inside them... we could fuck his cocks like meaty fleshlights and not even get past a quarter of their length..." Another whine and Ambro came a little, his twin shafts bloating as his taint swelled with a fat gush of spunk, wasting it on the floor as the naga kept on rutting and grinding his slit over that wonderfully slick donut. "And with four arms he could grab us and use us as toys, pumping you and I up and down his cocks till he blows..." Before Falco could finish the sentence they heard a loud crack, like thunder but on a sunny day and then a grunt. Then another, and another and another once again. With a final, louder, heavier crack, Ortha dropped the boulders and sighed.

"Fuck." Ortha cursed and picked up the remains of the cockrings, snapped in half or torn apart by the latest burst of growth of his cocks. Unrestrained at long last after many days, the five shafts blossomed in all of their full glory, each well over twenty five feet long if not more, almost six feet thick at their thinnest part, flares swelling as the many, many, many cum pipes finally managed to resume their idle output, blasting the cabin with a torrent of thick pre, hundreds and hundreds of gallons a second as the ten nuts between his legs groaned in relief before the pale white flood thickened and the precum was replaced by a literal geyser of pure cum. "Mmmghh... guess I've run out of pre to spill..." The behemoth shrugged, grabbing a huge titanium reinforced belt and bunched his cocks together to avoid having them bounce around while he headed for a walk, hosing the forest in an endless torrent of raw spunk, entirely unaware of the two voyeurs that were cumming their brains out as the blast of breeding batter washed over them like a tide.

Day twenty eight: almost there

"A walk?" Ambro cocked an eyebrow as his cock twitched with interest. Ortha was smiling wide, looming over him as tubs of idle leak dripped all over the roof of the cabin as his thirty six foot long spires rose well above the highest part of the 'little' cabin's roof.

"Yeah, a nice, long walk." He grinned and grabbed both of his pets with his upper arms as his lower pair took out a couple leashes and tied them to the roots of his cocks. "But for me, you're going to have to pick up the pace for sure..." The behemoth chuckled as he turned around, the leashes tugging at the two's necks and forcing them to jog a little just to keep up. Standing at fifty feet tall, Ortha's slow pace was still able to cover so much ground that anyone shorter than thirty feet would have to make huge strides or straight up run not to be left behind.

The two complained, yet the soft tugs whenever they slowed down even a little was also tugging at a particularly submissive chord inside their brains, enticing them as paws and coils splashed in the immense cummy chasms that Ortha's steps and endless flow left behind him. Falco had a little more trouble keeping up, with his coils being a tad slower than walking distance unless he actually put some effort in, while Ambro was doing fairly well, accidentally bumping into Ortha's fat pair of nuts far at the back of his overstuffed sack over and over again, meaning that by the time they were half a mile away from the cabin his entire front smelled like balls, tasted like balls and was covered in a sheen of thick nutsweat. At the one mile mark, Ortha started to accelerate, nothing much at first, but even little by little starts to pile up if things to on for long enough. First he made the two pets tied behind him walk briskly, then he made them jog lightly, then jog and by the time they were panting and starting to grunt, he started running for real. His strides covered dozens of yards at a time, his bulk so immense that some trees were uprooted just by the pressure of the wind around him or the heavy stomps that left literal craters in the shape of his paws.

"Come on guys, it's just a light run." Ortha chuckled as he ran and ran, miles piling behind him as both Falco and Ambro were struggling to keep up the pace, much less catch up. They groaned and huffed, sweating profusely as muscles ached. "Now it's going to be a proper run." The leashes tugged hard on the two when the huge behemoth broke into an actual run, muscles pumping hard to propel untold tons of muscle forward, his cocks twitching and swaying like thick tree trunks, slapping actual tree trunks and shattering them as their mass and stiffness won with shocking ease against mere wood. It took but a mere five minutes of that for his pets to collapse in one of his footprints after he stopped, floating on top of the hundreds of gallons of idle cum leak he'd spilled in the time it took for them to catch up and flop. "Guess only snacking and having sex for a month made you go a little soft, eh?" The behemoth grinned with pride, grabbing them with his four arms as if he were picking up a bag of groceries. "Means you'll have to work out for a loooong while once we're back home." Ambro complained the loudest yet he had no way to disobey his master.

"Can you carry us to the cabin at least?" He groaned. "I can't feel my legs."

"Me neither." Falco chimed in, barely holding himself up.

"Says the one without leeeeeeggssss...!!" As he was talking, Ortha picked them both up and plopped them on his bouquet of cocks, like a lewd riding carousel that throbbed between their legs. His cocks had gotten so huge, meaty and thick that they couldn't even wrap their arms around them.

"Now now, I still got to finish my run. You two hang on tight." Ortha hardly waited before simply resuming his run after turning around and heading back where he'd come from.

Forced to hold on at the best of their abilities, Ambro and Falco struggled to not fall down, hugging the behemoht's cocks with all their might, sharing the heat wafting from their flesh as the slick oils, cum, pre and sweat made the two of them slick and in turn making their task harder and more annoying. Falco coiled all around one, acting as impromptu cockring while poor little Ambro couldn't resist and fell in between the bouquet, sandwiched between five cocks each of which was bigger, longer, thicker, heavier and harder than him, but at the very least he didn't have to worry about falling off.

Day thirty: approaching midnight

Ortha was smiling nonstop as he looked at the clock, he'd been sitting in front of the cabin for hours, or what was left of the cabin after he'd accidentally bumped into it that morning while he was stretching before yet another fifty mile run for the day. And by bumping it meant that he'd once again forgot to account for even more growth that had happened during the night and his longer cocks had gouged a hole into the roof, wall and floor of a good quarter of the left wing of the house before blasting the entirety of the insides with an idle 4k gallon gush of cum that made the windows burst and unhinged the doors and flooded the basement.

"It's not cumming when it's just idle leak." He'd said as Falco attempted to disqualify him on the very last day of the challenge. "Can't help it I'm so pent up I have run out of pre days ago..." Ortha grinned and purred, stroking his cocks openly. After a month of not touching himself, not teasing, not enjoying the fruits of his virility, he had approached a realm of need that gods would have failed to resist as much as he'd done.

He went out for his run and returned hours later, just a couple hours after lunch, sweaty, panting and huffing, the musk around him so thick he was sweating liquid lust from each pore and his balls had swollen even more. The immense behemoth, now well over sixty feet tall, slumped on the ground, a footpaw crashing into the cabin and flattening it like crumpled paper as he licked his lips and grabbed four cocks with each of his four arms and started stroking, purring loudly and openly as he caressed his long-untended needs.

"Giving up?" Falco peeked his head out of the remains of the house as his master started jacking off, the movements of such an massive beast making a light wing kick up with every stroke, the light churning of his nuts causing localized quakes every other second.

"Edging." He grunted, licking one cock and moving onto the next, his muzzle caked in cum as he aimed them upwards and let his leak rain down upon him like a hailstorm that tasted like ball batter and had the density of tar. "Going to make sure I'm as pent up as I can be before I get a little revenge in..."

"Ah." Falco hissed as he came a little on the spot, his entire being completely eclipsed by a single cock, even less, a fraction of Ortha's fifty feet long spires, twenty foot wide nuts and colossal paws. His load was washed away by a single droplet of cum raining down, a droplet that bathed in and made him hiss and cum again as the warmth, density and sheer virility stashed in that single drop overtook him.

And hours passed, melted into a heated fog of musk so thick that visibility at ground level was starting to become unthinkable as Ortha's nuts churned and oozed so much virility they'd stain the entire area with their scent for decades to come. Above the ten foot tall layer of breeder scent, five cocks jutted out, immense, girthy, flared and gushing thousands of gallons of pure cum a second as the behemoth they were attached to stroked them, caressed them and kissed their flares, gulping down his own cum like an endless protein shake to fuel the week-long fuckfest that was surely going to start in but a few moments. Yet he held on, he didn't cum, he didn't give up as he edged and brought himself ever closer to a climax that would enter in history as the first and only cum flood to grace the world. His flares swelled so big they could have dozens of people stand atop them at the risk of falling down cum veins so wide they were closer to industrial pipes or drainage system for literal storms.

Two hours before midnight and Ortha was basically sitting on his balls, each of them so massive they were akin to a hard, unbreakable wall of titanium that supported his bulk with ease. The output of those hills continued to rise, surpassing the five thousand gallon per second mark as he caressed them with his footpaws, his hands too busy stroking his lengths.

One hour before midnight and the two pets were worshipping his muscles with all their might, cumming at every breath they took as they too swelled bigger and beefier as Ortha's sheer power couldn't be contained by mortal flesh anymore and spilled out, absorbed by whoever was strong enough to receive it. Falco was almost thirty feet long, just a foot shy to be able to wrap once around his master's bicep, Ambro just tall enough to stand at his groin and bury his face in the bigger behemoth's pecs and huff at his heart's content, grinding his cock over the perfectly sculpted abs as his cum flowed between the groves and spilled into the lake of spunk below.

Half an hour and Ortha had to stop edging as each caress from his hands brought him dangerously close to blowing, each touch making his idle leak ramp up to well over six thousand gallons. Fifteen minutes and he could no longer even breathe over his flesh to avoid stimulation. Ten minutes and just the feeling of his cock swaying in the air was maddeningly pleasurable, criminally so even. Five minutes and each pump from his many taints spilled more cum than entire Olympic pools could hold every single second and yet he wasn't cumming yet. Two minutes, one and then the countdown hit zero seconds. It was finally December, yet he didn't blow his load. One minute past NNN, two and then three.

At five minutes past the end of such a dumb, pleasurable, infuriating challenge, Ortha stood up and grabbed his cocks, bunching them together and roared, blasting the musk fog away as the flow of cum was halted for a split second. Then he came, and came and came and came, a month's worth of cum suddenly finding relief as untold gallons rushed out of his piping, pumped out by five taints so thick and abundant it had become. Maybe by intention, maybe by accident, Ortha had aimed his cocks at the cabin and the first second of his orgasm uprooted what was left of it entirely, shattering pillars and foundations and blasting it all off the cliff it was perched on. The beam, the pillar, the godly wall of cum was pushed with so much power it flew dozens and dozens of yards in a straight line before gravity took hold of it and dragged it down, making it splash in the lake of pre that had formed over the weeks. A geyser rose and fell, the lake instantly tripling in size as trees beneath the cliff were broken by the white frothy tide, the river nearby replaced entirely with dense spunk by the end of the fifth minute of Ortha's orgasm. Yet he was still pent up, so much so that even with five cocks he couldn't empty his nuts fast enough, even with fifteen cum pipes bloated and yawning so wide he was still producing more and more and more spunk.

He roared again, a sixth and then a seventh cock blossoming from his loins and finally the pressure started to lessen, but just enough. Ortha howled and pushed, his cocks flexing as muscles he'd not used in weeks started to warm up, pushing more and more and more and more cum out of his already bloated piping, propelling the wall of white even further as the mountain began to reek of balls, sweat and spunk. One more flex and his shafts were aimed at the sky, his next pump shooting his load so far it arched and reached further and further, almost hitting the mountain nearby as the fog spread like wildfire. Dozens of square miles reeked of him, dozens of square miles were covered in his cum, dozens of square miles would eternally reek of his virility and load as cum soaked into the very earth and saturated it to the brim and yet he wasn't done cumming. An hour, then two, the sun shone lazily and still Ortha was howling and spilling his seed and only when the sun was up and the lake beneath the cliff was a foot deep and miles wide and when the entire region smelled like balls, only then did he stop cumming and stood up.

"Mmh, that was a good first load..." Ortha purred and stretched his limbs, unaware he'd grown bigger yet again but unable to find something to compare himself with as his orgasm had levelled every tree and rock around him, leaving him a towering beast in a musky cummyscape. He grabbed the two pets that were now small enough to fit in the palms of his many hands, two for each as yet another pair of arms grabbed his cocks and stroked them, the six-armed behemoth already feeling backed up despite having terraformed a small region by himself. He aimed his cocks at Ambro's and Falco's backsides, their pliable donut and slit yawning as he pressed them down, his flares sliding inside, one foot at a time. "Now for a little bit of payback."