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The English countryside at night - quaint and quiet with very few, if any, humans around, just the way Jon Talbain preferred it. The werewolf skulked around the area at regular intervals, allowing him a peace that the society who shunned him wouldn't offer. To be isolated from others was his usual state of being.

A cool gust of air whipped by him, ruffling his fur as he savoured what the evening brought. In spite of the myriad clouds passing by and completely blocking the view of the moon, enough light shone through to let him see where he was going, though not enough to grant him full vision of the foliage around him. Not that a little dark bothered him anyway.

He treated the night like any other as he strolled through the landscape. Being far from any city gave him clarity, a serene lucidity that the light pollution and motor vehicle noises drowned out, making him partly grateful that the humans took no liking to him. He couldn't imagine living that kind of lifestyle.

His meditative silence had been abruptly cut short when he heard a howl pierce the calm, his ears instantly swiveling in the direction of the sound. Must be a full moon out tonight, he figured, not having checked to see for himself.

The opportunity would present itself when, in the clearing he found himself in, the clouds parted in the sky, revealing the moon to him through the opening in the trees. His eyes bugged out wide when he saw it, however. It looked far bigger than any other time he'd ever laid his gaze upon it, and he unfortunately knew precisely the reason why.

The technical term that astronomers used for the occurrence was perigee syzygy, though hearing that wouldn't exactly elicit the appropriate response out of the general public thanks to its uncommonly used words. The layman's term was far more illuminating in comparison - supermoon.

Far bigger than a regular full moon, a supermoon happened when the celestial body showed itself in full, though only when as close as possible to Earth as their orbits allowed. The phenomenon had been blamed for all sorts of unstable weather patterns and natural disasters due in part to the moon's effect on the tide, but conclusive evidence denied any major connection despite what a few crackpots were led to believe.

It also had an impression on humans, though very minor in the grand scheme of things. Their animalistic instincts heightened slightly when its presence loomed overhead. They grew riskier and more impulsive, more willing to take on challenges that the rational part of their brains intuitively knew was terrible for them. It led a few to make bad decisions, which they'd end up paying the price for in some way, but most were able to safely ignore the voice in their heads.

Jon, however, didn't have that kind of luxury as his kind were intrinsically linked with the moon. Werewolves in his lineage were susceptible to the light cast from it, so much so his transformation remained irreversible without some sort of divine intervention. At least that was the worst he had to deal with normally.

Under the light of a supermoon, though? Any and all reactions were magnitudes stronger.

The sight of the colossal moon made him gulp. He almost wanted to thank his feral kin for the warning that such an event was taking place that night, but the notice came far too late to do anything about.

He shouldn't have gone out that night at all.

Immediately upon glancing at the Earth's orbiting satellite he felt it in his bones - an energy beamed into him, as if from the lunar light itself. None of it felt particularly bad, of course, but the vigour unlike his own gripped him, causing his body to spasm in reaction. He snarled from the sudden blast of power inundating him, though unable to do anything about it at that point in time.

More and more of this intensity streamed into him, both soothing and firing him up, his emotions battling it out inside him as none stood the victor. Each breath drew in the full volume of his lungs, needing it in order to keep him conscious as his form accepted the power in its entirety. He'd merely heard of what could happen to someone like him under the direct glow of moonlight, never having experienced any potential effects himself.

An abrupt pulse of energy had him double over, his body simultaneously on high alert yet calm, thanks in part to the breeze cooling his topless form. Slow, deep breaths had his chest heaving as his brain worked in overtime to process the feelings running rampant through his body. So far it seemed like he'd been through worse.

That was until he felt the lunar essence embrace his body. In a matter of moments the power had him tense uncontrollably as it activated his sculpted musculature, his body flexing as hard as it could. While impressive, he never was one to seek out methods of enhancing himself as he thought he had more important things to worry about.

It almost seemed like his priorities had switched from an outside perspective as, upon rest, his muscles finally relaxed, only they retained the size they had from flexion. He'd heard of such a thing happening to some others of his kind, with a fair number of them indicating how they enjoyed the sensation.

As much as he wanted to fight it, he was no different. His own musculature throbbed with ferocity, unadulterated lunar power coursing through his veins and stimulating them. He couldn't stop a satisfied sigh from leaving his mouth as he let himself get accustomed to his slightly larger size.

All over, Jon's body flourished, benefiting greatly from the energy endowed onto him by the supermoon above. It shone brightly onto his exposed back, the light able to let one make out the individual muscles as they writhed against one another. A relieved groan rumbled in his throat as he let the welcome sensations wash over him however strongly they occurred.

Another bout of tension then gripped his frame, his breathing growing laboured as he relished in the essence being pumped into him. His fingers outstretched through the soft grass of the meadow before a twitch had them dig into the dirt. So far, so good, but he wondered how long that would keep up.

Releasing his muscles felt just as good as the last time, possibly moreso with how his physique swelled as if taking in mass from the air around him. Every pulse of power that worked its way through him had an equal reaction of pleasure arise from its presence. He thrived in the moon's blessing, his werewolf ancestry taking full advantage of any effect it gave him. The information he received about this event was spot on!

The only article of clothing - that being his tattered trousers with a yellow sash wrapped around the waist - certainly felt the effects of his growth as well, becoming much tighter than it used to be as it now had to work to encompass his bloating bulk. What were once thighs that could comfortably fit in each leg now touched the fabric on both sides, stretching it out to where it all began contouring around them. He had to stifle a moan at the sensation, feeling the idea of enjoying himself quite that much rather beneath him.

His indulgence in his predicament only grew, however, as his member throbbed to life from the constant barrage of euphoria flowing through his system, rubbing against the basket of his pants as it pulsated with need. Truth be told he didn't partake in pleasures of the flesh all too often, and the feelings that hit him now had him wondering why.

The tightness only grew stronger as coming to full mast forced his schlong down one of his pant legs, now fighting for room with an impressive quad that flexed out of reflex when contacted by the wolven crotch rocket. He'd been referred to as a 'beast' in many regards before, so feeling how little room there was down there didn't faze him in the slightest.

Another pulse of energy rocked his body, locking him in flexion once more as he moaned again, this time unable to do anything about it. He reveled in the way his musculature grew under the intensity of the moon's light, his natural instincts finding the beauty in such a bizarre scenario.

Like before, his muscles relaxed after tensing, retaining their size as if gaining size through some kind of magic. Already a formidable fighter, what felt like dozens of added muscle mass would only pack even more punch behind his blows, feeling more capable of himself the longer this went on. He'd do well by this world by putting his newfound strength to good use.

And what strength it was! The power of his heft bulged out in ways it never used to, feeling pumped up as if all exercised at once for hours. It had his tongue lolling out of his mouth in only the way a canine's would.

Just as he started getting used to his size he got hit with another wave of tension, his body having finally got used to the effect. His flexed torso flared bigger than he'd ever have imagined himself to look, making him think he appeared closer to something like a minotaur than the athletic werewolf he was. It was definitely something he could get used to, just requiring some time to do so.

He panted in amazement at the ecstasy shooting through his body from the sensation of his beef pressing against itself. Never before did he think biceps larger than softballs were attainable for him without years of focused dedication, and yet here he was, possessing them without any effort needed. He didn't quite look unrecognizable considering the finer details of his all remained, but his newly gained size might cause a few double-takes.

And then rest came, which nearly got him collapsed on the soft ground beneath him. His limbs - stronger than they'd ever been - felt weak from the repetitive strain brought on by the constant flexing.

But the results spoke for themselves! Like what he heard about other werewolves, his body became attuned to the moon's energy, absorbing whatever power beamed down upon him and turning into pure mass that he graciously, and involuntarily, accepted.

He considered the man he used to be already pretty stacked in appearance, capable of taking on foes far bigger and stronger than him with his natural ingenuity. His size didn't need to overpower his enemies, merely keep them on equal footing. Very few times did he feel outmatched by someone, but it wasn't because they were bigger than him.

Well, had he any concerns before, they'd certainly be wiped away now given how much he'd grown surrounded by the light. So much bulk had been added onto his frame that upon first glance it looked like he'd doubled in size, though on further inspection he'd find out that his assumption held true. He scoffed in surprise, seeing the rumours come true before his eyes. His lineage had more mysteries lurking about it than he realized.

The one minor problem that Jon faced came in the form of the single garment he still wore. His pants - normally comfortable in their baggy fashion - had become far too constricting of his lower half, so much so that the material completely encompassed his swollen bulk, making it appear practically painted on. A grunt of dissatisfaction left his mouth as he attempted to tug at the waistband, only to find that it perfectly fit his waist, no sash needed. That wouldn't do.

His frustrations came to a boiling point, with a breakthrough happening when a simple reposition formed a tear down the side of a leg, allowing his bloating heft to feel the cool air outside for the first time. His eyes lit up upon realization of the rip. That was his ticket to freedom!

He then focused his efforts on using his size to his advantage, inducing the fabric to shred more. The act was trivial as every movement he made contributed to the cause, including flexing each leg to bring about numerous tears along his thighs. The wanton destruction of his pants encouraged the bestial side of his being to the forefront.

All the while his cock added to the carnage, his rod growing in tandem with the rest of his body. It wasn't unheard of in the stories he'd uncovered, but it was odd to feel it himself. Nevertheless he welcomed the feeling, fully letting it help commit to the increasing number of rips made.

And just like that his trousers had been reduced to ribbon confetti, a pile of fabric scraps heaping around his feet as his lower half was now fully exposed to the outside world. It felt orgasmic in and of itself.

The freeing of his shaft released the strain put upon it, allowing it to spring back to its natural inclination and slap him against his chiseled torso. It elicited a grunt of satisfaction to feel his manhood throb against his abs.

He paused. As good as it felt to have his turgid endowment out in the open, he couldn't help but notice just how huge it'd gotten. So much larger than it used to be, and yet the light of the moon would ensure it continued on its growth trajectory. Unless these changes reverted in the absence of the celestial body above him, that would likely be the smallest his pillar would be from now on. The uncertainty of it all didn't sit well with him.

And yet he had no choice but to buckle up and enjoy the ride as his expansion persisted unabated. His eyes grew wide as he felt the unmistakable welling up of energy inside him, his mind observing how much quicker this sensation was to the previous ones. Was that a sign? It might be, but of what he didn't know.

Maybe that indicated his body was getting more saturated with lunar essence compared to when this all started. The idea bounced through his head, sounding more plausible than anything else, though still not leaving him certain.

The feeling of growing, however, felt incredible in spite of any reservations that might crop up. His dick spasmed as hearty vigour blustered into his limbs, tensing his bulk like before. He was growing too comfortable with his increasing size, for better or worse.

And yet Jon couldn't stop himself from enjoying his burgeoning beef, the corners of his canine mouth involuntarily curling upward as he panted. In conjunction to the frequency of his pulses of size quickening, so, too, was the amount of it piling on him with every interval. Barely any time at all had passed and he suddenly had arms thicker than an average person's waist. The sight of which got him spurting harder.

The rest of him was just as jaw-dropping. His chest - which he hardly noticed before - barreled out into a monstrous set of muscles, one that he could inadvertently pop out with any motion from his arms. Even holding his pecs was far more of a challenge now as his hands were thoroughly unprepared for the task, barely covering a fraction of what he used to be able to.

Moving his hands to the underside of his chest got them feeling up the rest of his trunk, which they migrated to when his attention was caught. He couldn't believe just how shredded his core had gotten. Sure, his constant physical activity kept fat at a minimum, but his abs had never actually swelled outward like this. He felt like a living brick wall, each stone stacked on top of the other in a sumptuous display of power. Every sensation fed back through touch had him liking the feeling more and more.

He didn't even have to physically feel his quads to understand how grotesque they'd become. So packed with dense beef, they flexed every time he readjusted his stance, having to fight for room with the other as the space between them shrunk. Not to mention having to put up with his bloating balls that also encroached on their territory, matching the size his surging cock attained.

Feeling his enormity for himself had the lusty werewolf leaking like a faucet, preseed dribbling from his cock in rivulets down the length, coating his fluffy sac in the translucent fluid. His hands immediately flew to his cock, grasping at the undulating flesh as the latest blast of growth shot it momentarily out of their clutches. While he couldn't see what was happening, he could certainly feel his pole bulge out thicker, pushing his hands away from one another as they grew coated in his pre. Shit, he couldn't even encircle it with a single hand anymore!

His flexing thighs smashed into one another as their size flourished, though having trouble remaining contacted as his orbs fattened between them. It forced him to alter his stance to accommodate his swelling heft, though the sensation of his quads mashed against his testosterone factories had him pretty weak in the knees. One thing he hadn't heard of in the stories was anyone's genitals being affected; he didn't know whether or not to feel lucky to be the first of his kind with that sort of affliction, but the intense pleasure pummeling his brain leaned his thinking in the direction that it wasn't so bad.

Even the rest of his body helped out in tending to his needs. The mushroom head of his prick nestled squarely underneath the bottom of his chest, almost as if trying to squirm in between his pecs. That alone induced far more bliss than he expected, not noticing the next pulse of growth to hit him. So soon after the last one too!

He felt lost in his swirling emotions as he tried his best to process everything happening to him at once, his brain taking stock of whatever fed back to it. In seconds his body grew, his chest pushing out that much more as his arms stacked on more size, his triceps alone larger than a person's torso was. He could feel his back jutting out more than it used to as the muscle groups grew immensely, the distance from their peaks to the valleys between them only deepening as time went on.

By far the most enticing part of Jon's body now had to be his leviathan dong, the throbbing mass of cockflesh pushing past his pecs entirely as there suddenly wasn't any room for them. His meatlog had become far too wide to effortlessly slip in between those slabs of beef on his chest, having no choice but to contour around them as their expansion continued. The fact that he could see the tip of his dick floored him.

But that was all happening in conjunction with his balls, which were now the one calling the shots below the belt. Those swollen orbs of his positively roiled with cum, waiting for the perfect time to erupt and unleash a flood of potent wolfbatter upon the countryside. The thought of which felt a bit hyperbolic to him, but with their shocking propensity for growth that might not be as far-fetched a concept as previously imagined.

At that point the idea of growing so huge enticed him as much as it would any of his kind, though he wasn't sure the others had gotten quite this big; it made him realize he'd have problems later on if his growth continued the way it did.

It was at that moment when his fears had been assuaged. Not content with merely getting thicker, his wolven frame started the process of jutting out, pushing itself wider and taller with every new burst of power enveloping his system. Cannonball-like shoulders creaked wider to take on more size, allowing his lats to flare out deliciously as a result. Getting taller seemed like a detriment to his traps at first, but it only gave them new purpose in swallowing up as much of his neck as they could, relishing in having more height to play with.

Barely any time at all had passed since first being engulfed by the full power of the supermoon, and now he looked like a veritable titan, ready to take on any foe unwise enough to stand in his way. The Darkstalker was in a league of his own now, with no equal in sight.

But his body wasn't done.

Since he now began surging out in three dimensions, his cock found respite in continuing its course, though far stronger than it had previously. While the focus of his expansion before had been on his delicious muscle mass, a lot more attention was being given to his tumescent shaft, more than likely due to having been illuminated so much by the beams pouring down on him. With how much fuckmeat he possessed, the size was really ramping up now.

For the first time that night he had his vision blocked by a part of his body, but it wasn't by his inflated chest like he'd thought it might've been. Instead it was his fleshy obelisk, his virile manhood that throbbed in the cool night air, peaking above his head in a monstrous display of masculinity that got his blood pumping faster. His hands did their best to keep up, but there wasn't any possible way to please so much diamond-hard prick with extremities far from enclosing it.

He shuddered in disbelief at the sight of his rod taking on a life of its own, though he knew it'd be nothing without his balls backing them up. It was then that he felt them make their own statement, finally contacting the ground and smothering his feet in the process. His tongue hung loosely from his open mouth as he could only bask in his swelling immensity.

His cum tanks audibly gurgled with the growing urge to release. So big they'd gotten that his legs couldn't put up a fight anymore, regardless of his rippling limbs now being stronger than what an average bodybuilder's entire form might be. The pulses of energy had all but ceased being separate, now happening at once and giving the illusion of being a continual stream of power constantly pumping into him.

And the night was still young.

So swollen his orbs became that bloating in front of him proved to be far too much of a struggle given his ever-growing quads, ending up shoved behind him in order to provide adequate space to inflate with more creamy spunk. His globular ass cheeks tensed when they felt his roiling sac, the sensation of touching a growing mass even gently far more intense than he realized it to be.

A quick shiver ripped up his spine as his massive genitalia rapidly became the focal point of the energy's absorption, acting almost like a lightning rod for the moon's potent power. It surged with concentrated lunar essence, growing farther above his head than previously thought possible. His tongue lolled out past his lips as he watched his pole's ascension with awe.

With his bulging frame still taking in energy, it alone far outsized what he used to be like, easily more than four times his old while continuing to grow. His cock, though? That towered over even him, his meatlog bloating wider than his torso. Veins as thick as his wrist snaked along the surface, throbbing in sync with his heartbeat as they collided and crossed over one another like roads on a map. The pleasure grew overwhelming, and it took everything he had to process it all.

One thing Jon was grateful for was the fact that his arms were still long enough to encircle his cock even if his hands could no longer. That might not be for long themselves as his inflating endowment drank in the moonlight beaming onto him, so saturated with the essence that he'd become the prime example of werewolf hyper virility, and should be treated as the legend he was should one of his kind stumble upon him. Well, that'd be a little difficult to imagine happening in his part of the woods, but it wasn't something he inherently opposed.

Already over half a ton in weight his body had grown enormous in size, reaching eight feet in height and shooting right past the mark without stopping. All the while his schlong beat the rest of his form in every metric, acting like more than just a body part as it swelled gigantic enough to crush a tank without thinking twice about it. His breathing grew laboured the more he focused on it. Every touch of his brawny physique fed back into his system, causing his arms to flex as hard as they could though not even affecting the solid pole in the slightest. His member had grown beyond the means of being affected by anything smaller than it.

He moaned in lust, the sensation of bear-hugging his crotch rocket inducing shockwaves of pleasure to electrify his nerves. More and more his dick grew, forcing his hands from touching one another as his behemothian obelisk flourished in the light of the supermoon. His pupmaker thoroughly grew of its own accord without him consciously thinking about it.

The feeling of such a mighty pillar in his grasp had his arousal skyrocketing. His ministrations became firm as he realized how much force his cock could take, growing rougher with his immense hog the hornier he got. He felt swamped in euphoric bliss, pummeling his brain solely from stimulation coming from his impossible wolfhood. While his body could turn some heads on its own, his dong could grab far more eyes than anything else in the area, practically acting like a landmark as it penetrated the night sky.

It was fortuitous that the breeze whipped up, his continual exertion causing heat and sweat to pour off him with every movement. His tongue basically lived outside his mouth at this point. All he could smell when he breathed in was himself, his own delicious scent rolling off his colossal fuckmeat and filling his lungs. He'd only ever tried once before to take his member into his mouth considering how flexible he was - in stark contrast to the mildly muscular physique he once had - but the sight of it in front of him now wished he could have the opportunity again. He knew that wasn't happening unless a goddamn miracle happened.

More and more he pumped his rod, copious amounts of pre spilled from the tip, his slit gaping wider than the nearest geyser. The slimy substance coated his swollen arms as he jerked himself off as best he could, lubricating his limbs as they glided along the pulsing surface. He grunted with every bob. Getting himself off had become his primary objective, though his titanic tool had him wondering if he'd even be able to accomplish that at that point.

Minutes seemed to simultaneously fly right by him and stretch on forever as he pleasured his imposing pillar. So much effort had been put to use to try and coax even a hint of orgasm to happen, but he hadn't quite hit the mark yet. He could feel need rising in his balls, those engorged orbs churning with an entire lake's worth of cum while still producing more. They'd grown so much that he could comfortably lean on them should he want to.

He panted, lust-drunk, though determined to push himself over the edge of climax. The mountain he had to climb to get there seemed insurmountable considering how much he'd already exerted himself thus far, but his desire to let loose his flood proved stronger than anticipated. He deemed the thought of draining his balls an inevitability.

Monumental in their own right, his bloated cum tanks absolutely roiled with the urge to cum, though their ever-increasing size meant they had perpetually more work to do to induce pressure in his lower half. No sooner had his shoulders touched the veiny sac did it billow above his head, each testicle outsizing the rest of his nine-foot body.

Despite being well over a ton of heaving, mammothian wolf hulk, his weight was simply no match for the combined power that his junk possessed. All it took was his monolithic meatlog slipping from his grip to start a chain reaction with the rest of him, his pelvis acting like a pivot as his tremendous crotch rocket slammed into the isolated English countryside, sending him high into the air as a result, his body on high alert as he immediately became powerless to prevent that all from happening. That relieved him, then, to feel the abrupt flight from his feet come to a halt as his form came to rest on his incomparable pole, his testosterone factories parked right behind his - what he considered to be overmuscled - ass, both parts of his junk carving out unmistakable likenesses in the soft ground.

That had to have been the craziest moment of this whole experience bar none, and yet Jon knew instinctively that it was far from over. The feeling of basically riding his own member like the world's biggest bucking bronco had him snorting in both approval and bewilderment, knowing that he was entering uncharted territory in terms of the size of his genitals; not his own kind nor any other species out there ever claimed to undergo such a thing, leaving him wholly unprepared for what was to come.

A part of him couldn't wait to find out.

His wolven tonnage writhed around on the swollen tube of flesh, feeling through whatever part of him was in contact with his schlong that its growth wasn't slowing down at all, instead ramping up. Its total length eluded him with how exponential its seemingly endless expansion was, but using himself as a horny measuring stick let him estimate that his cock had already passed the twenty metre mark with no clear end in sight.

The overwhelming arousal fueling his body had him practically bury his muzzle onto his turgid shaft; well, as much as really could with how stuffed his chest had gotten in the same amount of time. Over twelve feet tall, and he was barely able to house two tons of beef across his frame.

And yet he didn't let that stop him from achieving his goal of orgasm. He pushed his snout as much as he could against a dick that put train cars to shame, huffing his intoxicating scent as it wafted from his tumescent spire. Neither the rational nor animalistic sides of his brain could believe the events unfolding that evening, and being in the thick of it meant it didn't matter in the long run. Both parts of him realized his best interests lay in trying to empty his raging balls, and his actions were spurred on accordingly.

With a needy moan he let his canine tongue fall from his mouth, the flat muscle scant inches from a tool that could bulldoze entire city blocks merely by existing on them. Just a taste would fuel his arousal further, and he tried his best to acquire it.

His continually swelling pectorals now actually posed a problem with their overmuscular bulk preventing him from achieving his target. While delicious in their own right, he struggled pushing past them, his nose instead coming into contact with blue-furred beef - which happened to be incredibly exhilarating in its own right. Every whuff of his manly aroma only inflamed his urges, however, and it gave him exactly the push needed.

It took an extraordinary amount of effort on his behalf, but with a little help from the moon streaming concentrated beams of light into his back, his frame managed to swell just enough to lessen the effects of his hypermuscularity so that he could finally accomplish his goal. The flavour of his cock was ambrosial to its core, his tongue slathering around the throbbing flesh as he coated it in saliva, though that wasn't to say his preseed provided nothing to the experience - there wasn't anywhere else that he could take part in something so carnally masculine!

Sated, Jon let his tongue have a break, conveniently when the muscle surrounding his head decided to catch up and prevent him from lashing away at his dick again. That was more than okay with him as he'd more than had his fill by then.

But he still wanted nothing more than to make love to his fleshy obelisk. His hands were far from adequate now - as were his arms, in spite of them being thicker in diameter than the tree trunks around him - however, they'd more than suffice as a means to an end, tools designed to excite his arousal to a point no other living being could ever hope to meet.

He could feel his prick undulate from touch alone, his ministrations still having a massive effect on his overly sensitive rod even though it far outclassed the rest of him. He'd lost sight of the tip by that point, only able to tell what was going on at that end by touch alone. It wasn't as if much was happening to it given that all it felt was the cool breeze that whooshed past the rest of him. Still, it leaked what had to have been entire rivers of pre by that point, slickening the ground by transforming it into cummy mud that lubed his unrelenting growth for as long as it would last.

His view had become dominated by his own enormity, just as it dominated the landscape, transforming it with an erotic display of terraforming that whole teams of contractors couldn't possibly compete with. Having to perpetually pump out ceaseless globs of preseed had his cumpipe boring a trench across the country that had to have been a kilometre long by then. His growth would be unmatched, a legacy kept to himself unless someone else endured the same effects. The chances of that happening were slim to none.

No longer were his arms enough, not with so much fuckmeat crowding his view of the world. As much pleasure as they produced, his unyielding ascension concluded his 'paltry' limbs to be insufficient for necessary stimulation. That led to his entire body picking up the slack, his natural inclination activating without a second thought. So strong were his needs that he'd gratify himself by whatever way possible.

That actually seemed to help quite a bit as his pecs did exceptional work in blasting ecstasy throughout his nervous system. He moaned aloud, rather whorishly as he pleasured himself, uncaring if someone else in the area heard him. They wouldn't understand his needs like he did.

He'd long stopped attempting to stack himself up against other things in the area to estimate his height, but his unwavering growth got him thinking he'd be upwards of fifteen metres of height with several hundred tons of bulk backing up his movements at least. Were he to keep up this rate he might, in fact, eventually reach the moon itself!

More and more his cock surged, barreling through whatever was unfortunate to be placed in front of it, its charge as merciless as it was wanton. By that point he knew he'd have had to have contacted some kind of human settlement in the area, though those poor fools likely had no idea what they were laying their eyes on. Nothing in their minds matched what they saw as they unknowingly registered a dick more than thirty metres across the front of the head, barging through uninvited as it continued its determined march towards wherever it wanted to go; nothing could stop it now.

And all that time he rode it like trying to scale a giant. In spite of it being inherently a part of his own immensity, he felt like a passenger to its ascension, though it far from bothered him. He reveled in its size even though he couldn't see it in its entirety. Just his own immense musculature was enough to rile him up at this point, heavily thrilled with how masculine his wolven scent had gotten. He had to thank his werewolf genetics - every new breath refreshed the smell, allowing him to inhale lungfuls of the aroma as potent as the last one was.

It was then that Jon noticed the tip of his shaft start feeling a bit chillier, as if someone had dropped the temperature on a sex organ that practically oozed heat from every square inch of flesh. That clued him into the only possible that could cause such a feeling - he'd made it to the shore.

He was in utter disbelief. His night started far from any coastline, closer to what he thought was the middle of the country, and yet he felt the unmistakable cold brought upon by the North Sea. How huge had his leviathan spire gotten?! The thought knocked him back to the realm of reality for the briefest of moments before his overpowering libido swept him into arousal again.

Erf, the temperature difference actually had more of an effect on him than he anticipated, the cool air blasting his stretching cock tickling him in ways he didn't think was possible. It caused him to moan uncontrollably as he labouriously panted, the heat of sexual desire now welling up harder inside him.

He hadn't forgotten about his balls either, merely not having much of a chance to focus on them given everything going on with his colossal pillar. While attaining the length that his tremendous pupmaker achieved was utterly futile, that didn't mean his orbs weren't impressive at all. On the contrary, their hundred-metre diameter made them easily the biggest things in the area, far and away dwarfing any human structures that weren't a skyscraper of some kind, though his sac was fast approaching that mark.

The mind-boggling amount of spunk filling his testes made him know he was close. Pressure in his lower half had grown to a fever pitch, his engorged prostate forcing his taint to swell beyond all realms of normalcy. Every single one of his movements began to slow down as he felt release imminent.

This would be an eruption that nobody would ever forget.

There wasn't anyone who could see his face past a shaft taller than their house, but were one able to witness the werewolf for themselves they'd see his strained expression spread across his face, his eyes screwing shut as he bit his lip. His nose inhaling nothing but musky fur was just the cherry on the sundae.

In a fraction of a second - staggering to think about considering his incomparably massive form - his dam burst wide open, unleashing the flood of jizz down his cum pipe, effortlessly bulging further into the ground as it hastily looked to eject its contents wherever his prick was facing. More force had built up in his cum tanks than was present in multiple atom bombs, power unlike anyone had ever seen before. There was no stopping it.

Untold megalitres of virile wolfbatter positively inundated the sea that his enormous hog overlooked. His seed swept over the surface of the water before sinking due to its weight, allowing for more to take its place right after. The level of the water only then began to slightly rise, though spreading out across the entire bay to fully accommodate everything being jettisoned into it.

All the while he'd been stuck atop his blasting pole under the beautiful light of the supermoon, his silhouette fully illuminated by the bright light emanating off the celestial rock. Thousands of tons of beef had stretched his blue fur across kilometres of his frame, and yet it paled in comparison to the unimaginable girth of his schlong. His mind felt swamped in all the pleasure pumping through him, nothing in his life having prepared him for that moment.

His cock basically did all the hard work for him, letting him sit back and enjoy the ride as his megalithic cum tanks poured out a constant stream of pearlescent spunk. A whole ocean's worth of potent jizz had to have been stored inside them, perhaps more, which just went to show how powerful the connection between werewolves and the moon truly was.

The colour of the water in the sea now started looking closer to his own output, beginning to displace large volumes of water as its denser nature pushed the lighter liquid elsewhere. There wasn't a hope that he'd be able to witness any of that happening now, but maybe if he got the opportunity to revert at least a little bit of his size he could meander his way down there and see how much of a stud he really was. Honestly, keeping his immensity while attaining a proportionally-sized dick didn't sound half bad to him.

He sighed in relief as he felt the pressure in his prostate really begin to dissipate. Exhaustion had worn his muscles to near uselessness throughout his orgasm, needing to apply more force than even moving mountains required in order to climax like his body craved. It was all worth it in the end, however; that much was certain.

Had it been hours since his load first started firing off, or merely minutes? Jon couldn't say. The only thing he grew aware of was the fact that his urges had really begun dying down, the flow from his prick dying down as an amount of cum worthy of legend had been pumped into the murky waters of the bay.

Every feeling had been heightened to the extreme. His breathing barely resembled a normal rhythm, still under the effects of his reality-defying orgasm as the faint wisps of afterglow started taking hold of him. In spite of his initial reservations he actually liked - no, loved - this, though it got him wondering if the events experienced that night were a permanent fixture of his being, or one only relegated to these rare events.

With a yawn, he decided he'd learn his fate in the morning. If not, then oh well, he had fun. If yes, then he could start the whole thing again whenever he wanted to.

He couldn't wait to find out.