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Tranquility. That was what the denizens of the Hidden Leaf Village experienced on a daily basis with nary a peep of trouble in the vicinity, the most excitement around being the wind rustling through the dense treetops. All was quiet, and the people liked it that way.

As did Kurama. On the outskirts of the village he lay, relaxed in the serenity of nature, with chirping birds and other animals skittering to and fro being easy to tune out. He hadn't the foggiest when the last time he had an opportunity to rest like that was, but he certainly wasn't going to squander this one by worrying about it. No, the time for doubt was well away from that moment.

Centuries of hostility were behind him, the kitsune now content to laze about and bask in the sun's rays. A pleased sigh slipped past his lips as he laid down with his arms outstretched. This was the life. Not a care in the world, only to enjoy whatever was thrown his--

Something was off, he could tell. There was a strange force he felt coming from somewhere behind where he lay, not necessarily wrong per se, but definitely odd. It pulled him to his feet to investigate the sensation and the cause responsible for it. While weird, the essence he perceived seemed familiar, intimately so. Chakra.

And the source of the energy appeared to be a cave he knew nothing about. Not a big deal, he would simply shrink himself down to the size of a human and see for himself what was going on. There wasn't a single other soul in the area who showed interest in his discovery, so he felt it appropriate if he were the one to explore the entrance himself.

All was quiet when he entered the cave save for air whistling through, meaning there was another opening somewhere inside. Beyond that the only other thing he heard was his feet padding along the rocky ground. And yet the chakra was undeniably here, not quite in the space around him, but definitely present in this cave. He had no clue how big this place was. Could it go on for miles? That was a possibility, but he was in no rush.

Something for sure about this place felt off to him, but he couldn't identify what that was exactly. There didn't seem to be much evidence of humans visiting here - bizarre considering its proximity to the village, yet it might have just been too well hidden for anyone to encounter. That didn't matter to him as he could--

A sudden lack of ground caused his weight to shift uncontrollably, a hole he never saw coming being the culprit. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he abruptly found himself falling face-first into a darkness he couldn't make heads or tails of. Try as he might, he couldn't find purchase on any of the rock he was just standing on, sending him plummeting to the pitch blackness below.

Falling wasn't something Kurama necessarily feared, though it was something he tended to avoid as it made him momentarily vulnerable. He struggled to find his footing as his legs twisted in the air, not knowing where anything was in relation to himself, trying his best to orient himself in spite of the confusion his accidental plunge caused him. There was no telling how far he'd end up falling.

Until he hit ground. The impact of his feet contacting rock again briefly stunned him, though made him thankful that ordeal was over. However, with the end of one problem came the beginning of another - he had no idea how to get out.

The hole he fell through was nowhere to be seen, but he knew it was above him somewhere. The question then became how to get back up there. There'd be no way for him to jump from his position, not even if he were to use the rock walls of this inexplicable cavern as there didn't seem to be enough ledges to catch onto. No, he'd have to get creative if he were to escape.

But how? It hit him that he still had a way to gain height. He couldn't jump or scale the walls? No matter, he'd simply return to his original size --

And that wasn't enough. In spite of multiplying his magnitude tenfold, he felt no closer to achieving freedom than before, even if he was objectively closer to the hole now. His hackles raised at the thought of potentially being stuck here. He couldn't let that happen; no way would he become like a caged animal, stuck until someone else happened to come by and rescue him. There had to be some other way he could escape.

His agitated state was only further heightened by his surroundings, namely what was held in the cavern. Little did he realize at that moment that he happened upon the source of the chakra, kept hidden in the darkness of the cave away from the general populace, collecting over the ages until someone stumbled upon it. He could totally sense being engulfed in the stuff, but his mind was too addled with unrest to truly stop and recognize the fact. His focus was entirely devoted to freeing himself from the clutches of his mysterious confines.

He scoured the cavern as much as he could, finding no other means of leaving the hole besides its entrance. But ruminating on that gave him a brilliant idea - if he couldn't go back through the way he came, he'd simply make a new exit.

The orange-furred kitsune reared his head as he opened his mouth, collecting both positive and negative chakra in a sphere that he intended to blast at the stone face, repeatedly if necessary. Anger at his situation welled up inside of him, the energy being channeled to make the size of his attack as big as needed to get him back to the safety of the surface world. Kurama does not remain trapped like this!

He aimed for a part of the wall in the direction he was sure he came from, intent of escape coursing through his veins. The Biju Bomb he was creating had to be the biggest he'd made in some time - it was probably more than enough, but his annoyance at being trapped impelled him to exceed his usual limits.

But he soon found his concentration faltering, his mind wandering from charging his Tailed Beast Ball to something he couldn't place at first, something he was only able to sense when giving his full attention.

It was only then that he realized he'd been steeped in what amounted to a vat of chakra, the essence that brought him into the cave in the first place. His eyes shot open wide upon understanding the fact, not quite from shock, but more than surprise, mostly from how much of the stuff had been collecting there. His breathing grew shallow when he comprehended what a volume of the supernatural substance meant, especially as he started absorbing it.

A living being of chakra himself, he was no stranger to vast quantities of the stuff, and yet he'd never experienced a concentration quite like this before. No matter where he paced the capacity remained the same. Trying to initiate a blast to free himself started a chain reaction that caused the energy in the room to coalesce around him in a display that only those in tune with the substance could perceive, one that became more noticeable the more that time ticked on.

The sensation of the chakra being absorbed into him had him frozen in place, having never heard about a situation like this before and feeling like he just wandered into something blind. A flash of momentary panic rushed through him at the various possibilities that something like this could bring about.

But any alarm he might've felt began to dissipate when he observed that nothing bad had happened. Yet, he was sure.

The chakra flowed into him like a stream would into a lake, his body acting like a reservoir of sorts that the substance was drawn towards. A huff left his lips, one of both relief and contentment as it didn't feel half bad.

Actually, it felt pretty nice.

The soothing sensation provided more than just pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, the chakra was pouring into his form at a rapid pace, one that was difficult to discern given the monumental amount surrounding him.

His ears twitched as he stood amidst the essence, the pleasure still rolling in, though something else was as well. Instantly his body went on guard as the tension inside him built up. He looked around to see if something else was the cause - perhaps this was a trap set by someone who'd been waiting for a being like him to enter - but couldn't identify anything with that kind of potential.

But the pressure persisted. He grit his teeth, his eyes darting around, wondering what this feeling was.

Then he looked down.

A roar of confusion boomed from his throat as he noticed how his normally slender body was becoming less so, the forearms of his front limbs bigger while flexing than before, not by much, but enough to be unmistakable. He couldn't rip his gaze away from his arms if he tried.

But it wasn't just his limbs that experienced the unexpected gift of growth. An errant flick of his eyes showed him that his torso was also going through the same thing, his chest a bit easier to see from his perspective. It left him speechless as he had no clue what could be the cause behind his inexplicable development. Was this a part of his evolution from when he first came to being? Different parts of him offered conflicting answers.

The additional heft to his chest then became more prominent, bulging out as if being stuffed with an unknown material. His body was never something he previously regarded all that much, but it was hard to peel his eyes away from it now that there was more of him to look at. He remained transfixed on the swelling of his upper body, his hand-paws giving the bulk a tentative touch, only to shudder when he discovered it wasn't just his brain playing a trick on him. His disbelief was at an all-time high. How did this happen? How was this possible?

Could this be stopped?

It wasn't just the upper part of his frame to receive these benefits as he was hit below the belt as well. Just as his forelimbs took on beef, so did his hind ones, already naturally bigger and only getting more so. He tried to adjust his posture to view his thickening legs, only to fall backwards onto his ass in the process. But that accomplished exactly what he wanted and showed how densely-packed his quads were becoming.

And his cheeks weren't being left out either. Practically non-existent before, they started plumping up as the rest of him did, giving him a bit of a seat to render the rocky ground not as painful to sit down on. Those hand-paws of his migrated to his lower half, eyes glued to his baffling expansion the more it developed. He couldn't believe this was happening - both his thighs bloating with beef, as well as his billowing ass. These unexpected events left him a swirling mess of emotions.

And yet Kurama's predicament wasn't even close to being over. The chakra in the cavern was of an origin he couldn't place, his body unused to the energy it possessed and therefore didn't know the consequences of being so immersed in it.

As he was seated he could easily see what else the substance had in store for him, namely changing around his physiology. He grunted as his body shifted, bones cracking and reforming as his skeletal structure shifted, his body turning plantigrade before his very eyes. But it didn't hurt, much to his surprise.

The sensation was alien to him, now looking more like those humans than the demon fox he'd been for ages.

He didn't have time to examine himself any further, however, as the mysterious growth hadn't stopped as his body transformed. Now in this position he was able to view his physique embiggen, his chest being the most prominent muscle group to blow up. He couldn't believe those orange-furred mounds were a part of him, and yet holding a pectoral in each hand signified how real these were, and that they were only getting bigger.

As was the rest of him. While his torso fascinated him, he couldn't deny his arms having gained a massive amount of heft in just a short amount of time, his biceps now recognizable as such. Given how he was a monstrously large beast in his own right, that just went to show how much musculature he had to acquire to even be noticeable.

And it hit him at just how yawning this cavern was if a being as gigantic as Hokage Rock couldn't even find the only way out.

His nine tails swatted the ground around him anxiously as his mind was preoccupied with watching the show unfold before his very eyes. Beasts of all sizes wandered the world - many he'd fought with - but none looked particularly like what he did now. Muscle wasn't a thing these creatures developed as chakra was a far more potent source of power.

The untold volume of beef piling onto his frame only grew by the second, literal tons of muscle mass being stuffed under his hide as the essence surrounding him integrated itself into his very form. He could only grunt as his frame continued to stretch wider to accommodate more bulk being piled onto him.

And how it did. In just a few moments he'd gone from being the lithe kitsune he had been for centuries to a hulking behemoth, one that towered over the populace whether he was at his normal size or shrunken down. A huff left his mouth as he attempted to push himself to his feet to get a better look at himself, not used to the sheer amount of mass now weighing him down at every step. He felt so heavy, and yet it barely affected him given his beef came with the strength to wield it all.

Like a newborn animal Kurama stumbled to his feet, gaining his balance the more he acclimated to his body. This kind of posture felt unusual to him considering how he normally wandered about on all fours. But it soon started feeling natural, likely due to the chakra constantly pumping into him.

It was then when he got to see firsthand how colossal he truly was, not only because he was at his normal size, but also because he was standing upright, able to see around the cavern and yet notice how little of it he was actually taking up. This place was so massive that he couldn't even see the hole he fell through regardless of how tall he really was.

Erm, was the ground normally that far away?

The lack of outside stimuli was starting to get palpable and it had him wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. As a test he fell to his hands and knees to approximate the posture he used to have, only to discover that even then things looked different. Not only was the chakra accumulating inside his body and blimping up his musculature, but it was also stretching out his frame in more directions than just sideways. That easily put him at hundreds of feet tall when standing on his feet, some semblance of pride welling up in him. Deny it all he wanted to, a part of him liked the size.

He liked it a little too much it seemed as his excitement from growing was echoed by his swelling pupmaker, plumping up to full mast as a result of his burgeoning bulk rubbing against itself. The sensation had him lost for words, not expecting his muscle mass to be as sensitive as it was, yet solid as the rock around him. A groan of delight was the only way he could articulate his approval.

An errant stroke of his hand graced his cock, feeling it slap against his cut abdominals as it throbbed in need. The corners of his mouth curled into a self-satisfied grin that stretched from one ear to the other as he reveled in his expansion. Who'd have thought that getting bigger would've felt so incredible?

And that gave him an idea - if he couldn't claw his way out by his usual means, then he'd simply grow his way back to the surface in order to escape. The plan was foolproof if there was enough chakra to make it happen.

He seemed to like the thought of ascending to the point of freedom quite a bit as his prick pulsed just from thinking about it, but that wasn't the only thing happening down there. His schlong, too, became a beneficiary of all this growth, the length of his member jumping by whole feet at a time, climbing its way up his chiseled torso the more he wanted it to.

His delectable pair of balls joined in on the fun, fattening along with his pole as they grew alongside the densest set of thighs this side of the Land of Fire. So broad across they were, audibly churning with seed as they surged in size, likely able to hold a lake's worth of ballbatter in each testicle. A part of him wanted to see if such a thought was true, but he knew it'd be futile as every part of him was growing, meaning that claim would soon be outdated. He couldn't wait.

Orbs so full with seed hung low from his crotch, swelling beautifully as his desire for growth grew as he did. They rested against quads that fought for room between his legs, their bloating sending a shiver of euphoria racing up his spine, only getting more sensitive the more they inflated. So much stimulus electrifying his nerves induced a wave of precum to jolt from the tip of his cock, dribbling down the length of his thickening pillar to drip in puddles the size of ponds at his feet below.

All the while his rod continued to grow in sync with the rest of his body. It'd become a log of meaty fuckflesh capable of drilling into the earth, and while the thought tantalized him into thinking of trying it for himself, he knew he'd have the opportunity later on if he still wanted to. For now he was content on letting it blossom into something greater, something more worthy to be a part of his godlike body.

Kurama couldn't have ever fathomed how amazing the sensation of growth would be. His tongue lolled from his mouth as he felt his back roll even hillier than it was, the peaks of his musculature rising higher and higher than they ever used to and only getting taller as time ticked on. He was a veritable titan with how much his height climbed, but that wasn't the only dimension of his to take note of.

The more towering he soared, the wider he got as his body strained itself to make his foxlike body as huge as it possibly could be. Traps that used to be nonexistent now flourished from the chakra boost he received, surging higher than he'd ever seen before and positively swallowing whatever they could of his neck. Those deltoids of his also warranted acclaim as the heights they reached were truly unmatched, thick cords of beef that bulged every time he moved his arms, packed with enough power to uproot entire forests should the need ever arise.

It just felt so good to be big!

In bringing his brawny arms towards his body, he discovered the motion inadvertently pushed his chest out in a chain reaction of his bulk affecting itself. He got to watch how his pecs rose twice as far as they did at rest, loving the sight of their breadth and causing him to flex them as hard as he could. Those chest boulders consumed the view in front of him, leaving very little of the area around for him to look at, but on a basal level he liked that, really liked that in fact.

He then tensed up other parts of himself to see how large he could make them. His arms were prime candidates for the act, his biceps in particular jumping up by several hundred feet as he pulled his hands toward his shoulders, unable to fully make the connection due to the sheer amount of heft in the way; he reveled in the idea that he was too gigantic for what were supposed to be basic functions.

Those triceps of his were just as, if not more, impressive, the horseshoes jutting out thicker than what his arms used to be. Thicker than what his torso used to be, actually, as the chakra being absorbed into him seemed intent of bloating out every part of him to an obscene degree, not wanting to stop until it was completely integrated into his very being, and he was fully content with letting that happen.

While he couldn't see what his back looked like given how impossible that was with or without hundreds of tons of pure muscle mass, he could absolutely feel its enormity as every movement he made undulated every group of sinewy flesh he had. Rolling his shoulders backwards allowed his lats to expand, showing off billowing breadths of kitsune beef flat and wide enough to house a village across them each. And they were only getting huger the more he indulged, which caused him to let out a grunt of delight in response.

Legs that could kick mountains to rubble only grew larger, the extent of their muscularity incomparable to the human experience, or to other ethereal beings like himself for that matter. They bulged with might as they pushed his limbs apart, forcing his body to adjust his posture if he wanted to keep them growing as much as he craved. A simple flex made them explode in a bulky display of power not seen by mortal eyes. Those calves of his might've looked small on a frame as gargantuan as his, but even teardrops of that size each possessed more strength than a thousand men.

But all that flexing eventually made its way to his pelvis, making his massive dong slap against his shredded abdominals in a lewd display of might. The head of his dick nestled under the overhang of his pecs, smearing his slimy pre along the ridge of his incomparable pec valley, trying its best to wedge itself between.

Tacking on inimitable size in such a short amount of time had Kurama groan in delight, his point of view growing ever higher as he loomed over the emptiness of the cavern, hopefully taken up by his immensity soon enough. Every step he took rumbled the ground beneath him, loose pieces of rock tumbling down the wall before coming to rest. None of the other tailed beasts could match his tremendous magnitude.

And yet that still wasn't enough to reach the hole he came in through. No matter, he thought, as that gave him more time to grow, to envelop this cave with his bulk and force his way to the surface.

A turn of his head allowed him to gaze upon his vastness, the span of his beef stretching hundreds of metres across and only getting bigger. Forearms as tall as trees could now render them to splinters with barely a flex, just like biceps that could pulverize any rock into pebbles should one come into contact with him. Entire mountain ranges could be shaped into whatever he wanted them to be if he felt like indulging himself.

Taking a step forward showed how thick cut with mass his legs were even if he couldn't quite see them past all that chest meat of his. Thighs so dense with muscle they made entire neighbourhoods in the village look tiny were on full display, their might evident from a simple flex to show off the godlike power all that energy had given him. They rubbed against one another with every motion he took, the pleasure received rippling out in tingles that throbbed his black-skinned monolith, forcing a few more rivers of preseed to drool from the tip. As much as he was regarded as a force to be reckoned with both before and after his chakra bath, he couldn't stifle the needy moan that slipped from his mouth as he savoured the exponential boost in size.

The lack of any sort of landmark to compare himself with made it difficult to estimate just how colossal he'd grown, but if he had to guess, he might put himself somewhere around the thousand-foot mark. It tickled the more primal parts of his brain to even consider that a possibility. He punctuated the milestone with a flex of his overmuscled chest, the inconceivable magnitude of his pectorals now able to bunch up right in front of his face. This might've been the best thing that ever happened to him.

Not able to control himself now, Kurama lashed his tongue at the enormous span of bulk presented in front of him, the fur matted with sweat from his unimaginable growth spurt. His body had been covered all over by a layer of sweat, with what little light the chakra provided making it look like his orange-furred coat had a sheen to it as it got illuminated. The taste was exactly as he imagined it'd be, but the scent unearthed as a result was out of this world - so heady and masculine, and so undeniably him.

His hands not having anything to do, they wandered around his ample form until they found something to latch onto; one grabbed one of the thick nipples capping off an immense pectoral, while the other caressed the arm opposite from him, ensuring his chest remained bulky enough to wedge his muzzle into.

That nip of his had been forced to point straight down, the outcome of so much muscle being stuffed into his chest that each pec almost acted like the world's biggest couch cushion, only these could seat everyone living in the Land of Fire and the countries immediately surrounding it. Those arms weren't any less remarkable, the strength latent in every muscle fibre combined able to hoist the landmass he resided on above his head. Were he able to get out of this hole soon, he'd love to show the world what he'd turned into.

Both hands eventually found purchase on his nipples, the groan of ecstasy echoing throughout the cavern. He couldn't stop himself from going to town on the nubs, twisting and turning them this way and that like a doorknob to a door that just wouldn't open. The unadulterated blast of euphoria pummeling the nerves in that area nearly brought him to his knees, his prick leaking out a healthy stream of precum the more he did it, his breathing growing laboured the longer he gripped. There was so much to learn about his much larger body that he didn't want to do anything else but explore it.

In his self-induced fit of bliss he hadn't realized how close he'd gotten to the edge of the cave, his ass having slammed into the rock wall and causing the surrounding area to rumble as a result of his supernatural strength. He didn't even register the blow as the amount of muscle mass packed onto his globular cheeks prevented the force of his body crashing into solid stone from feeling like anything more than a light tap. Yet the wall didn't fare as well, a series of cracks now adorning the side of the hole he was at caused by the megatons of might he just casually threw around. That wouldn't exactly bring him the freedom that he ultimately desired, but it'd be an interesting thing to discover he was capable of if he found it.

But his thrill-seeking hadn't abated yet. On the contrary, it only got stronger the more effort he put into it. In contrast to hunkering over, his torso abruptly lurched back, crashing into the wall with a force unmatched by all the ninjas in the world. The cracks he made before paled in comparison to the spiderweb of fractures that stretched to just over his head, thicker than their predecessors and rained down chunks of stone that he didn't even register. The inadvertent exhibition of his power showed he was more than capable of getting out of the cave at that point, but that slid down his list of priorities in favour of soaking in as much of this mysterious chakra as he could manage.

So much pleasure battering his brain had him slide along the rock wall until his ass met the ground, creating yet more rifts as hundreds of thousands of tons of densely-packed beef smashed the cave floor, creating a crater in the ground in the shape of his expansive rear. The village he guarded could easily fit in the depression he produced, and while there might be a ways to go before the same could be said of the country, the cavity his canine rump was forming was well on track to cover that exact area and more.

His nine tails whipped around feverishly the longer he indulged in the enormity of his physique, his desire to see himself ascend further growing faster than he did. The bloating of his chest had his hands roaming around the hills of bulk, feeling in real time how more and more how his pectorals were getting loaded to the brim with muscle mass and then making that previous size seem tiny in comparison as he continued to swell. At this point he even wondered if there were limits on all this growth, and if there were, he was intent on rendering them moot.

In the heat of lust for himself, Kurama didn't notice the head of his leviathan obelisk poke over the top of his prodigious chest until that very moment as viscous preseed had been dribbling down the rounded masses, mixing with the sweat covering him. A lewd moan rumbled in his throat as his meatlog throbbed with need, road-thick veins snaked along the flesh pulsing as his heart beat did.

Instinctively his meaty hands were drawn to the spire, clutching onto the pre-slicked pole as his desire to blow his load began to bubble up inside him. The power being incorporated into his very being heightened the arousal starting to batter his brain. It became difficult to want to do anything else but take care of the growing need to empty his titanic balls all over the floor of the cavern. God, how he wanted his brethren to witness him now!

While literal tons of beef jutted out from his chest and kept everything that brushed against it at an increasingly larger distance from him, that didn't mean he wasn't able to indulge in taking care of his tremendous tool. The mushroom-shaped tip of that black-skinned monolith was so agonizingly close to his mouth that he could all but taste it, his tongue barely able to reach the slit that all that pre was oozing from. If only he was able to will it to grow.

It was as if his body heard his plea as his cock responded with a massive throb, one that caused his pelvis to thrust up against his imposing form and forced that incomparable shaft to contour around the formidable shape of his pecs, his length far too girthy to even fit in the valley between them. Both sweat and precum lubed up the area enough to let his rod slide right up to his mouth before being greedily accepted, his breathing getting stronger the more flesh his tongue got to slather over.

He groaned in satisfaction as his jaw opened as wide as it could to secure as much dick in his mouth as was possible. Balls that hung past the middle of his shins kept pumping out gratuitous globs of pre that poured directly down the back of his throat, with him greedily swallowing everything that even touched his tongue. He'd never thought to try this before, but now he couldn't get enough, the taste of his own load almost addictive in a sense as it proved beyond a shadow of a doubt the undeniable manliness of his form. No one else on the planet could ever think to match him at this point.

But he wasn't content with merely letting his fuckmeat have all the fun while he was along for the ride. He could feel the warmth emanating from that sensitive prick of his cumpipe bulging as his fingers slid over it, the touch shooting electricity across his burly body. He'd never grunted with something so colossal in his mouth before, but he had no choice in the matter now as his dick was doing everything it could to catch up to his inconceivable size. As soon as the thought entered his head he wanted it more than anything else.

His digits roamed around the length of his shaft, feeling first hand how its rigidity could shatter diamond if given the chance, the pressure coming from inside his slit able to compress it into something greater. Slightly twitching from all the pleasure they caused, his hands gripped onto the monumental pillar with extreme fervour, intent on causing it to blow as hard as it was able to. The thing was that it would only do so when it stopped flourishing, and given how there was still an excessive amount of chakra left in the hole, his growth wouldn't taper any time soon. The thought made him weak.

Equally as important to his ascension were his mammothian cum tanks, orbs that gave his bulging thighs a run for their money and were determined to consume as much of the space around them for themselves as they could. They actually just topped the height of his legs while sitting down, but the fattened nature of his balls easily put them huger than quads that could reduce cliffs to dust. The sheer amount of testosterone they produced pelted his hide with a carpet of fur that thickened where his scent was strongest, gracing his nose with the delicious aroma of his musk and only further enticing him to make love to himself. Not that he could help it, of course; he couldn't think of anything more attractive in this world than himself.

More and more he guzzled his precum like it was a life-saving drug, ambrosial nectar of the gods that effortlessly slipped down his gullet and into a gut that roared like a furnace. All the substance did was sate a hunger that flared up the bigger the became, keeping the inferno of lust for size aflame swirling inside him the hornier he grew. And to think he once thought coming here was a mistake.

His legs also got in on the action, using their swollen bulk to press against the bloated form of his testosterone factories and induce them to kick their production into overdrive. The sensitive nature of his kneeknockers caused them to undulate with the urge to let loose, a vein meandering through the coarse fur to supply it with enough essence to keep his sac billowing larger. That rewarded him with balls that eventually reached his ankles and were engorged enough to raise the level of any ocean he came across by at least a kilometre. He wasn't just a giant, he was one that could make any others with that claim feel puny with just a single glance of him.

While not spunk in and of itself, all that preseed still signified Kurama's urges to shoot his load. And while he was certainly ready to do so, there was still too much chakra in the area to prevent him from doing anything but grow.

The overwhelming immensity of his frame already made many human landmarks look small, and yet the telltale signs of expansion were still present, not-so-subtly creaking his form bigger faster than he could blink. Absorption of all the energy around him ramped up as his arousal skyrocketed, inducing bigger changes in the kitsune that he was more than happy to receive, his body tensing in anticipation for the moment he'd consume it all.

As his hips bucked his arms found themselves flexing, those swollen muscles of his stretching his skin so much it looked like paper, the fur covering it all appearing like it was practically painted on. But that wasn't where they'd end up as thousands of pounds of beef had been tacked on in seconds, continually increasing his dimensions by dozens of metres each time and making standard measurements pointless for a being of his magnitude. If he didn't actively escape, he almost thought he could grow his way out of the hole and that suited him just fine.

Already making both the wall and ground regret being there, his ass surged in size like being connected to an air compressor, each cheek tensing with delight as their extent multiplied by fivefold. Rock might as well have been tissue paper with how effortlessly his rear was tearing through the surface level, with him not even being cognizant of the achievement in strength considering there was no way for him to notice. He was far too busy enjoying his seemingly never-ending ascension to look at something as trivial as that.

Following suit, his back positively exploded in a violent burst of bulk, the hills of his muscles becoming bona fide mountains and the valleys between them practically ravines, the distance from the highest and lowest points requiring climbing gear to traverse between. That humongous amount of mass sheared through the solid rock behind him so handily that it might as well have not been there at all. His traps rose high above his head, the mounds of beef towering high above him and leaving him with a shadow that simply accentuated the more monstrous aspects of his physique. There'd be no one else like him since entering this cave.

The sensation of his legs massaging his balls felt incredible, and it only got more so as they erupted in beef, ballooning beyond a level of relatability that even the biggest of beasts could never hope to achieve. So much muscle mass accumulated in those quads of his that they could plow through the dirt with a single kick, the resulting impact creating an earthquake of a magnitude never before experienced by any mortal being. That was just the reality he was a part of now.

Wanting to keep him growing in every direction, his pecs bulged outward with seemingly every breath he took, those chest boulders inflating like his lungs did as he took in gulps of especially musky air. Each pectoral by itself could level a country and leave nothing but a rounded crater in its wake. A nipple alone could carve out a new lake with nothing more than an errant push of his incomparable form into the ground. The utter ridiculousness of the power latent in those pecs could grind even the hardest substance someone could find to a powder fine enough that a light breeze could send it sailing off where it pleased. They pressed up on the underside of his snout, and he was more than okay with it.

The arsenals of entire countries couldn't hold a candle to the firepower his arms possessed, those cannons likely more potent than any energy blast he could muster. A single flex of his bicep towered higher than any monument the humans could erect, capable of casting a shadow far along the countryside that would bring attention to the majesty that was his orange-furred enormity. So much might had built up underneath his pelt that bringing his arm into the air meant that he couldn't get close to touching the top of his traps, let alone his head, and the number of places he could grasp with his hands was dwindling fast.

How long had he been down there? The question had bounced through his head many times since falling down the hole, but with no means of measuring time he had no way of knowing. And yet that didn't bother him since growing bigger than documented existence kept him more than preoccupied. He reveled in the knowledge that he couldn't even see the rest of him, his view utterly dominated by pectoral meat with anything else visible also being his own body.

And yet he could sense that the chakra was far from depleted. How much more could he take? Could he even manage the rest? That was the one thing that even gave him pause, but if he came this far already then he could no doubt handle the rest.

In fact, it was all he wanted now.

Like the rest of him, Kurama's dick had undergone quite the transformation with what it used to look like compared to now. His member had a life of its own it seemed, with that monstrous log of kitsune fuckmeat looming large over the area and casting a shadow with what little light was available in the cave. The thought of being able to fit the whole thing in his mouth was little more than a pipe dream, but with the constant pumping of chakra into his body, that was slowly turning into an impossibility.

With a lewd slurp his pole slipped from his black lips, the pillar now towering far too high over his chest to bring back, though the electric tingles that pulsed through the musky flesh more than made up for it with how much the sensation hammered into his brain. His fingers gripped the bloating shaft as his heart rate soared, that mass of cock throbbing above his head, the corners of his mouth curling into an impish grin as he watched his length constantly tremble ever so much bigger with each passing second.

That beast of a prick appeared to have a mind of its own as it spasmed out of his grip as his pelvic muscles clenched, the length no longer contouring around his prodigious pectorals as the multi-ton spire stood tall and proud, the head of his dick penetrated the inky blackness above him. All he could feel were the torrential rives of precum rolling down the veins that snaked from base to tip.

His cock's ascension continued as its girth did its damndest to match his own imposing width, the testosterone rushing through his veins ensuring that pillar of his ballooned into an entity of its own that possessed enough energy to blast a hole clean through the planet should he want to. The need to let his floodgates open and blast his load wherever it would go eroded his will to hold off and see what all the chakra could do to him, and as much he tried to edge himself further, he was gradually losing the battle.

But an abrupt development happened as his body once again felt the blessing of growth, his form creaking larger and larger as it continued to fill out, the sensation feeling orgasmic in and of itself as it forced his thickening body to rub against his colossal kitmaker. Immediately he gritted his teeth as different urges overtook him. He knew what he had to do.

Grabbing the tip of his pole once more, he pulled it over the top of his mammothian chest into his awaiting mouth, tonguing over his slit as if making love with another titan. A needy groan rumbled out of his throat as just that act alone had his knees weak. He pushed his tongue wherever it could, coating the glans in a layer of saliva that was instantly washed off with a coat of pre, and tasting the salty confines that was his gargantuan cock head.

His mitts manhandled the leviathan obelisk jutting from his crotch, gently at first, but those meaty grabbers soon went rough as he coaxed his release to come. He let his claws scrape against the black flesh in an attempt to further induce an orgasm, his entire body shuddering as a result and actually shaking the cavern's walls. He'd forgotten about attempting to escape by that point; freeing himself would be all but a side effect of his preposterous expansion.

Veins bigger than what he used to be at his hugest size throbbed wildly as his heart raced, the attention given to his crotch rocket overstimulating his brain and letting the more primal parts take charge, leading to his focus being squarely on trying to empty his balls. Every breath filled his lungs with his intoxicating scent, the aroma saturating his nostrils and imprinting on his brain, fueling his desire to buck his hips into something and let loose. What had to have been gigatonnage of turgid cock throbbed at the thought.

Speaking of those orbs of his they'd fully descended after being stuffed to the brim with his potent spunk, audibly gurgling with the desire to jettison everything they'd built up since his growth began. Those balls positively smothered the ground they covered in their immensity, both blanketing his feet in thousands of tons of kitsune package as well as forcing them apart as they commanded whatever space they needed to keep fattening relentlessly. There was no telling what kind of a storm was brewing in his testosterone factories.

He was right there on the edge of climax, his body having fallen against the nearest wall as his love for himself grew boundlessly, his back gouging out rock like a boat tearing through water. An embarrassingly whorish moan slipped past his lips as he failed to stifle it, the result of one of his fangs grazing the glans and circling the cumslit in particular. So much horny energy battered his swollen form that he couldn't stop his churning balls from pulling up to his pelvis and getting ready to erupt with everything stored inside them. His eyes screwed shut as he knew what was coming next - the moment he'd been begging for.

Kurama could only stand there and accept being barraged by thousands of kilolitres of foxy ballbatter, the salvo bloating his cumpipe and rocketing out of the tip into his awaiting mouth. The sheer force of the blast caught him off-guard as he found it instantaneously filling out his maw and bulging out his throat. His instincts told him to do nothing but swallow.

The process was tough to come to grips with, not having experience with tending to phalluses that could wipe entire continents off the face of the planet. He could barely keep his breathing under control as so much spunk forced its way down his greedy gullet. And yet he didn't stop, his desires deemed more important, and as a being of chakra he knew he'd be able to take charge of his own body; it was just a matter of time.

Every gulp of cum roiled his soul, the blaze of arousal burning brightly as he let the pleasure inundate him. His blood pumped pure testosterone throughout his body with how grotesquely massive his nuts had grown, driving his need to buck his hips and force everything he could out, wanting to not waste a single drop.

The rumbling furnace that was his gut reacted positively to the hefty amount of protein sliding down his throat, his muscles craving the stuff if he wanted to stay pumped up. That set about a chain reaction with his physique where his beef being supplied by everything making it huge in turn became a better reservoir for the chakra which then started the cycle over again bigger and better than before. It only took a few seconds, but the push to claim all that essence for himself might soon come to fruition.

That back of his was an incomparable mass of delicious musculature that far outclassed even the highest and densest of mountain ranges as they towered miles over the ground below. It matched arms capable of ripping an asteroid in half, bulging thicker than several layers of the planet combined and likely able to hold the world up if that were a possibility. His legs blimped up with thousands of tons of heavy bulk, easily one of the thickest muscle groups he'd cultivated, ones bursting with so much power that a single flex could blot out the sun for all underneath him.

His shelf of a chest absolutely exploded in size, each pectoral like mini planetoids and the fluffy carpet of musky hair between them like a veritable forest that a human could easily get lost in for years. His cock kept attempting to nestle into the valley between them, trying and failing to shove their way into a space not meant for something of that calibre, which just went to show what kind of a beast he was given those mounds of his could obscure every human-made monument and still have room left over for more.

Which was all the more impressive considering his black-skinned monolith could likely pierce deep into the surface of the planet, reaching layers the humans could never on their own while he did so with ease like a derrick drilling for oil. The flesh of his spire was a particularly excellent conduit for all the chakra around him as it seemed to prefer coalescing around the centre of his overwhelming arousal. Were it its own being, his shaft would effortlessly be the second biggest thing in existence next to himself, the cumslit alone larger than any tunnel ever created and could engulf entire towns.

And that was true for his titanic balls as well as there was less and less space for those engorged cum tanks. The way they continually expanded made it awkward to keep them solely in front of him given how they gave his pecs a run for their money, eventually having to force them behind him to give them the necessary room to grow, and moaning loud when they started encroaching on the territory of his ass.

His overmuscled rear was something he'd never thought was possible - gigatons in weight and able to smother thousands of acres simply by sitting down, leaving nothing but a crater in its wake. A mere clench of his rounded cheeks provided more force than the rest of the tailed beasts combined, a fact he'd not be cognizant of until the day he got to show off to the others. If the rest of his body had even a fraction of this much power, there'd still be no one who could compare with him.

Faster and faster the chakra incorporated into him, becoming one with its new host and ensuring that nothing could ever pose a threat to him or anyone else ever again. He swelled with vigour as his body consumed whatever was drawn to it, filling out the room at a far faster rate each second compared to the previous one, the space slowly, but surely, growing smaller. The cavern would soon house nothing else except himself, and if his brain could let him realize that he'd be thrilled.

Time had become a blur to Kurama. Had this whole thing taken minutes, or hours? Was it still that afternoon, or well past it? How long had he been erupting like a geyser with no end in sight? It could've been seconds for all he knew, but to him it felt like whole eternities. His eyes had glazed over after he'd built up a rhythm and ensured that he'd be the only one to benefit from this lucky find. Entire lifetimes' worth of cum had been blasted down his throat from orbs that could displace oceans, where not even the world's population of men could hope to match him.

Unfortunately, all good things must eventually come to an end, no matter how much he never wanted it too. The feeling in his balls began turning empty, something that surprised him seeing as how they seemed liable to burst if he didn't let himself cum. And yet the usual sensation of fatigue didn't come over him when the flow of spunk faltered. Instead he felt a renewed vitality come to him, imbuing him with an unexpected, but welcome, second wind that he wouldn't take for granted.

Once he was certain all was said and done, he let his cock flop lazily from his mouth, the monolithic python slamming against the rocky ground with an impact that almost everyone felt, sending cracks running through the stone that extended deep below the floor. But that wasn't of concern right now - from that moment onward it was all about him.

For starters, that cavern he'd been caged in didn't seem so big anymore. He could stretch his arms out and touch both sides at once - a feat once thought impossible now titillating reality. And if that wasn't enough his pendulous cock rounded out his dimensions and penetrated into the wall he was facing as his balls smashed their way through the rock face behind him. Were he on the surface, he'd cast a shadow across several countries for sure.

Escape would be trivial now. The hole was immediately above him, finally within reach after needing to endure the whole ordeal. A wry smile lit up his face as he thought about making his escape and showing the world what he was made of.

But ultimately he thought it best to leave that for later. While he definitely wanted his freedom, now that he had it, it wasn't so pressing to achieve. There was time now to exit, and since absorbing all the chakra he'd have no more growth to ride out. Maybe he'd actually flood the cavern this time and see what he was really made of. For now, he thought it best to relax, hands behind his head as he rested on his tanuki-like balls, reveling in the best mistake he'd ever made.