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Tiny. Puny. Runt. All of these words would be understatements in describing the size of Gar-Gar.

The kobold lived in a land dominated by dragons, which already set him off on the wrong foot. His kind were on the lowest rung of the ladder, the absolute bottom level of the hierarchy on his planet, meaning they had it the worst among anyone and were commonly disrespected by the dragons well above their stature both physically and metaphorically. Life wasn’t kind to him often.

What was worse was that, in addition to being outclassed by those he had no choice but to look up to, he was also among the smallest of kobolds – though a bit on the chubby side – giving him an extra disadvantage that he had to deal with on top of everything else. It made existence a pain with how much harder he had to work to get what he wanted compared to those who lorded above him. But that was just the way it was; there was no shortcut to make his life easier.

Or so he thought.

It was during one particularly uneventful day that he stumbled upon something he’d never seen before – a relic in a flea market amongst a number of other similar-looking antiques, one crafted well before the modern world given the style of the artifact matched nothing contemporary. The draconic design of the wooden carving called out to him, the features of the beast depicted catching his eye as he gasped, not realizing he’d been holding his breath the whole time. A part of him wanted to leave it be considering it wasn’t his, but at the same time he felt it a tad disrespectful to let the store he was in continue using it as a literal doorstop. He knew he’d treat the relic better than its current owner, at the very least figuring out how to use it for its intended purpose. Maybe.

Gar-Gar hightailed it out of the market, wanting to ensure he wasn’t caught with his ill-gotten gain, yet not realizing no one cared to follow him. He ducked into a brush to check and see if anyone was following him, his breathing slowing when he noticed no other soul in sight. A sigh of relief slipped past his lips as he let himself rest against the trunk of a large oak tree. He was in the clear; now to get a better look at his little ‘souvenir’.

The carving was intricate in design, seemingly decorative yet intentional all at once. There was no way for him to know how old the thing was without an expert to show it to, but he didn’t exactly feel like that was such a hot idea. The dragon wasn’t anyone he was familiar with. Was it someone well-known in the past? Truth be told he wasn’t all that versed in history, no thanks to his position in life.

Could it actually be worth something to the right person? That might give him a leg up! But how would he sell it? He searched all around the wooden artifact for any sort of identifier – a name or a date, or even a stylistic choice if he could figure out what to look for. Tapping it indicated it wasn’t hollow, a bit shocking given how light the idol was. He couldn’t think of any tree that made material effortless for a kobold like him to simply pick up; maybe it came from some extinct species? That might be worth looking into!

His thorough inspection of the relic blinded him to the antique’s eyes glowing a bright red, power latent within the wood coming to the surface due to his touch. He hadn’t realized it yet but he just activated an ancient force long forgotten to the modern world.

In an instant the mystical essence flowed into him, not enough to notice, but enough to start its task. The energy permeated the kobold’s body so rapidly that by the time he had a chance to see the startling change in the relic’s appearance it was too late to do anything about it. He had no clue what he did, but panic still shot right through him nonetheless.

The power began its job, tacking on mass bit by bit as he wondered what he should do. He missed how his body was growing all over – his torso got taller, his shoulder became wider, his legs lengthened out, even his tail stretched further now. His head also got in on the action by pushing out more the longer he made contact with the idol, his snout looking less cute and more monstrous with every passing second. None of it hurt, thankfully, but it didn’t stop him from freaking out when he finally discovered his sudden transformation.

He found himself burgeoning up the side of the trunk, his point of view growing with him. His heart raced out of his chest as he saw the relic getting further away from him as his arms grew longer, his scales shifting colour from red to white. What the hell was happening?! What was he turning into? Could he even be considered a kobold anymore? His mind darted from one explanation to another as he tried his damndest to come up with an answer. That thing in his hands… It made him a- a- a—

Dragon.

Yes, the longer he looked, the more sense it made: a wide torso with actual muscle definition, sharp claws at the ends of limbs imbued with power, an illustrious tail anyone would be envious of, honest-to-God horns, and most amazing of all – actual, real-life, authentic dragon wings. He bolted upright the instant he noticed them, feeling the leathery appendages move when he told them to. Words couldn’t describe his disbelief at the whole event, but unbeknownst to him his transformation was far from over.

As soon as Gar-Gar could even crack a smile at what must’ve been the luckiest find of his life, he immediately froze when he grasped the changes weren’t over yet.

He might now look the part, but dragons were truly imposing beings, even when one didn’t stand under three feet tall. They were regal in their demeanour thanks to looking like veritable monuments made in their own likeness, musculature as if lovingly carved by experts into stone, each vein and crevice exactly where it needed to be. That was what he regarded of dragons, and that’s what he knew was coming for him. He was ready.

It hit him like a ton of bricks – normally something to that effect would’ve been perilous for him, maybe even deadly, but now he felt able to hang on. The first wave washed over him in a soothing warmth that heated him from head to toe, caressing his muscles in a blanket of heat that managed to assuage any fears that might’ve popped up in the last few moments. He stood there and accepted his transformation to continue.

He breathed in deep when he felt the energy hit his torso, his gut slimming into a trim midsection, and chest bulging out as it coalesced there. His jaw dropped when he saw in real-time how he now had bona fide pectorals, able to flex both one at a time as well as together, jutting out greater than even the biggest of kobolds he’d come across. Well, that wasn’t difficult anymore considering how he outsized his former species with ease.

And with a heavy chest came sumptuous arms, one filled to the brim with draconic might that left him swollen split-peak biceps that he would’ve killed for back in the day. His legs were no joke either, behemoth quads that would make anyone blush were now in his possession, likely able to crush a watermelon between them without breaking a sweat.

The strangest change of all happened to his junk. His once-modest set of genitals had bloated up as if connected to a pump, his flaccid cock now reaching down to his knees while his orbs ballooned bigger than his fists. It was… odd to say the least, but not unwelcome. He had to stay proportional after all.

With all these changes physically hitting him at once, there was one thing he believed should as well – his name. Gar-Gar seemed more appropriate for the kobold he used to be, but as a dragon? Gar. That was a name more befitting a creature like him now.

But the thought that this transformation happened only when he handled the relic meant he was given an important gift that only people like him could’ve received. He didn’t exactly know why, but he was grateful anyway. It got him thinking that he should use this newfound power in some capacity to actually benefit him or else it would be a waste of something this profound. But what should he do?

And then it hit him. He knew what he had to do now – take on all those who made life for kobolds hell, and he knew just where to start.

***

Gar soared from his homeland to one less familiar, the ability to fly coming to him somewhat naturally despite him never having the opportunity to before. All that could be seen in front of him were piles of igneous deposits for miles, surrounded by rivers of lava drooling from the mouth of a towering volcano that likely hadn’t ever been dormant for as long as it has existed. This was the lair of the Fire Lord alright.

Plumes of heat gushed against his gray-skinned underside, simultaneously helping him conserve energy by allowing him to glide further without flapping his wings while also causing him to sweat harder than he ever had before. There was a moment where he regretted coming here, but he knew the payoff would be worth it in the end.

Sitting atop the volcano was the one he was after – a fire dragon who had recently acquired the position not too long ago and had already begun tormenting those deemed below him. Many kobolds had suffered mistreatment for far too long under both the current ruler of the realm and all those who came before. That wouldn’t stand anymore, and he’d make sure that this Lord’s reign was cut short.

He could see the other dragon smirk the closer he got, knowing how much an almost entirely white reptilian stood out among lakes of fire and ash. “A challenger already? I’m honoured.”

Gar grimaced; he hadn’t expected his adversary to figure out his plan so soon. “How do you know what my intentions are?”

“Simple,” the red-scaled dragon stated, standing up to show off his true size. Streaks of yellow and orange lit up in the process. “I can see right away you’re not from this area. Dragons of your demeanour wouldn’t last long in my realm before burning to a crisp.”

The snide comment burned Gar, though he knew the arrogance of the fire dragon well from the stories he’d heard of other kobolds. He wryly grinned in response. “Then maybe I have a chance. I haven’t been a dragon for long.”

The fire dragon merely scoffed. “Impossible.”

“I’m telling the truth.” Gar never let his eyes fall from the other dragon’s gaze, no matter how intimidated he actually felt. No one else could even fit into his shoes, which would’ve been more apt if he ever wore any.

“No, that literally can’t happen.” The other dragon’s face contorted into a snarl. “No such magic exists.” Clenched fists and smoke snorting from his nostrils showed how little patience he had left, which was exactly the position he was wanted in.

“Shows how much you know.” Not wanting to waste any time, Gar wound up a fist that he hurled at the Fire Lord, the blow missing by an inch and leaving him open to an attack that he wasn’t prepared to counter. His lack of experience in combat became apparent and left him worried that he got in too deep too quickly.

Then he discovered that the blast of fire slung in his direction didn’t hurt as much as he anticipated it to. The brief moment of realization led him to understand that he had different capabilities as a dragon than he did as a kobold, which instantly switched his mindset back to wanting to take the bastard down and free those in captivity. Attempting something he’d normally shy away from had his heart racing with excitement.

Fireballs zipped past him as he nimbly dodged to and fro, the bursts scant inches away from singeing his leathery hide. He was ill-equipped for the fight, he had to admit, but that didn’t mean he was completely outmatched. The crimson dragon’s attacks were unrelenting but also careless, his foe too convinced of victory to think of any real strategy. That gave just the window of opportunity he needed.

The attacks continued, leaving him to dip and dive and dodge all around the volcano’s surface, the Fire Lord in hot pursuit. He used the geysers of heat to let him glide along his meandering path while watching the other dragon continually expend precious energy. Eventually he noticed how the frequency of those fiery volleys began to slow down, his opponent visibly panting in spite of the fury raging through his well-toned body.

The difference in strategy between him and the elemental master became apparent when he flew around barely affected by the heat while his enemy turned into a hot mess, his breathing ragged and having difficulty trying to keep up. That gave him the perfect moment to go on the offensive.

Unlike the fire dragon, he didn’t let impatience take control of his body and delivered a flurry of blows across the other man’s body that left his opponent barely able to comprehend what happened. Strike after strike had been dispensed, nailing the other dragon repeatedly as he took advantage of his foe’s exhausted state. He couldn’t quite tell if he was making any sort of impact until one powerful blow across the face sent the Fire Lord plummeting to the earth’s surface. The force of the collision surprised him, and he chased after the falling dragon to view the aftermath.

He ended up amidst a cloud of volcanic dust, coughing as it filled the air around him, trying to find where his opponent crash landed. When the air cleared out, he was shocked to see there was nobody in the crater at all, which made him panic, thinking he was about to be taken by surprise. To his astonishment the Fire Lord was nowhere to be seen, only some red, ethereal substance. He couldn’t tell what he was looking at and wasn’t certain if he should get close to it, only for the energy to fly towards him as if intangibly drawn in.

While at first Gar wasn’t sure how to react to whatever this essence was, all it took was contact with it for him to understand what it was. The instant the heat enveloped him he knew it was the fire dragon’s concentrated power, the fundamental lifeblood of the Lord that was lost upon defeat. The way it flowed through him gave him momentary alarm over whether or not he could control it, but the manner in which it coalesced in his body told him immediately he’d gained mastery over it. As if wanting a physical manifestation of his newfound power, one of his arms changed to become a bright, fiery red in the same shade that his foe was. His heart beat faster as he realized he now had command over an element.

But that wasn’t all. The power the fire dragon used to possess was a prize to be treasured for sure, but with it also came the Lord’s vitality, the very might used to suppress his kind and subject them to cruel torment. His nature was far from evil, but his body still found a use for all that might – using it to grow.

Without even thinking about it he let the energy rush around his body, infusing into his form in order to boost his strength. Every breath he took puffed out his chest, those mounds of beef jutting out ever so much further as they weighed down even more, though with the strength to hold them up with ease. His back billowed outward in all directions, tacking on inches as dozens of pounds of heft were deposited across his frame, giving him a more imposing stature that he wasn’t sure he’d get used to.

The rest of him followed suit. His sumptuous arms bulged with more beef while flexed, as did his legs, which did well to outsize many, if not all, kobolds entirely through sheer thickness alone. That tail of his swished here and there as its girth increased, while the ass cheeks it sat upon ballooned outward to an even greater circumference. His cock, longer and thicker. Balls, fatter. It didn’t seem like much of an upgrade compared to what his initial transformation was like, but any addition in size was always welcome.

When all was said and done, he inspected himself, amazed to find his body taking to the changes well. His morale going into the battle was shaky at best, but coming out on top after only one fight gave him the lift he needed. There might’ve been many more adversaries like the fire dragon in the way of completing his goal, but he now exuded more confidence that he ever had previously.

He’d beaten one Lord so far; how hard could the rest be?

***

Torrential downpour greeted Gar as he entered the domain of the Water Lord, a vast ocean dotted by specks of land with little else around. He grimaced at the thought of not having much of anything to rest on if he needed it.

Making out the shape of the elemental master was difficult in all the rainfall. He tried his best to Whenever he thought he might’ve found the dragon he was looking for, the silhouette would contort into yet more rain. He couldn’t tell if he was genuinely having miserable luck, or if he was being toyed with.

But the one thing that he happened to notice was that the streams of water got stronger the closer he got to one particular section of the ocean. It was there, through what was essentially a wall of waterfalls, that he cast his gaze upon the water dragon, bigger than the one he just fought, and having held the position of Lord for longer. While he could formulate several plans to take down this newest foe, a large part of him knew it wouldn’t be easy.

“So, you are the one who took down my comrade. I should’ve guessed you’d show your face here eventually.” The water dragon puffed out his barrel chest, one that had more weight to it compared to Gar’s even without flexing. He was an intimidating beast of a man that made most dragons in the world look like kobolds.

“Wait,” Gar gulped, his breath caught in his throat, “how do you know that already?”

The cerulean dragon simply chuckled. “Word travels fast around here. If something happens to one of us, the other Lords are alerted. Not to mention you have his arm.” A deluge of water swirled around the elemental master, the eye of the storm forming and being manipulated to point at Gar. “We’re prepared to do anything it takes to keep our positions. You won’t last long with me.”

Gar was given no time to respond, having to immediately react to the spout materialized in front of him. The pull was stronger than he anticipated, his wings, while powerful, struggled to keep himself out of the liquid vortex. His command over his body wasn’t as great as he thought it would be, though in fairness he hadn’t been a dragon for very long.

The Water Lord took that moment of vulnerability as an opportunity to attack. He swooped down at Gar with a lunge in the former kobold’s direction, narrowly missing as his own spiraling cascade was winning the fight for him. That then caused him to pivot midair as a new opening appeared; without anything more than a sick grin, he used the force of the vortex to his advantage and charged at the other dragon, taking them both below the surface of the water.

Gar’s eyes instantly shot open in panic, his heart rate having skyrocketed due to the onslaught of water taking control away from him. He could feel nothing but the force of the elemental master dragging him down deeper into the ocean, the light present at the topmost layer slowly fading from view. Try as he might, the grip of the other dragon was fiercer than what he was used to, leaving him unable to escape the Lord’s clutches no matter how hard he tugged. His oxygen supply was slowly depleting. He couldn’t free himself, but there must’ve been something he could still do.

It was in his frenzy to escape that that red arm of his ignited in fury, the water around it heating up like a pot on an active stove. That caught the attention of his adversary, who hadn’t expected someone with no magical experience to know how to operate any element, even ones supposedly tamed. He saw how it distracted the other dragon and used that to his advantage, pushing back just hard enough to loosen the grip on his body, then making a mad dash for the surface.

Leathery wings sliced through the water as he breached the surface, his lungs gasping as he took in huge mouthfuls of air. It was lucky for him that he managed to end up near one of those small islands he noticed earlier, able to give him enough time to catch his breath while hoping he gave the Lord the slip.

Unfortunately, his luck didn’t last long.

Sending water flying in opposite directions, the elemental master raced across the surface of the ocean as the distance between him and Gar diminished. He trained his eyes on the grey-and-white-scaled upstart, his fist readied and waiting for the right moment, just needing to get a little bit closer to the rock.

Gar had barely a second to compute the attack, barely dodging out of the way as the water dragon’s attack reduced the rock he laid on to pebbles. His mind raced with ideas of how to perhaps get out of this situation, but his eyes fell to his red arm and immediately remembered how he freed himself in the first place. That was the key – he needed to figure out how to do that again.

He didn’t have a whole lot of time to contemplate a plan of attack as he once again found himself besieged by the angry Lord, his body being grasped by a man who knew his own strength. This time, however, he managed to have his arms unrestrained, which gave him a way to defend himself. While he clearly wasn’t as mighty as his foe, that didn’t mean he couldn’t do anything and was able to push at the other dragon’s body, which was when his arm lit up again. His opponent roared in pain as the heat from the fire burned, lessening the grip and allowing him to gain the upper hand. So much righteous indignation welled up inside him that then erupted through his hand. With his other hand forcing the two of them to remain in contact, it didn’t take much longer after that before the Lord fizzled out in a steamy mist.

Gar could only sputter as the threat controlling the area dissipated, the waters calming down now that there wasn’t anyone there to manipulate them. It gave him the first reprieve since arriving and he relished in the chance to let his guard down.

And that’s when he noticed the blue essence of the elemental master flowing his way. Now knowing what it entailed he welcomed the energy with open arms, gladly taking it into his body and letting it permeate his very being, culminating in his other arm turning blue to compliment the red of its opposite.

But that wasn’t the only development as the power seeped into his musculature as well, pumping up his body in a way that nothing else in the world could. Within moments his arms had swelled to a delicious degree, biceps matched with triceps, almost giving his limbs the shape of a shield with a circumference best measured in feet. This paired nicely with legs that could likely kick down a small building, absolutely bloated with beef and bulging with every movement made. Every addition to his body made him look like even more of a titan and gave him the confidence he needed to say he’d made the right call in taking the Dragon Lords on.

His back billowed outward with well-earned heft, lats widening to give him a wingspan that rivaled natural-born dragons while his traps continued to creep upwards and give his own wings more power to keep him airborne. That coincided with his chest plumping up into a prodigious set of pectorals that heaved with every laboured breath he took after his victory. Winning never felt so incredible.

And then there was his package, which also benefited from the growth he’d been inundated with. Already making his former size look puny, it bloated thicker than what his body used to be, his balls fattening in order to keep up, even out to the size of his head. Winning, uh, felt way more incredible than he realized it would. He wondered how long he’d be able to hold out before he had to tend to any needs he would have.

At least until after defeating the next Lord, right?

***

Another set of stony pillars sprung up from the earth; Gar barely had a second to process their creation before narrowly avoiding slamming into them, his mind fully set on dodging whatever the Earth Lord was firing at him. Any boulders flung in his direction became pebbly refuse as they slammed into the other dragon’s castle, the heavy bedrock frame doing wonders to keep the structure stable amidst the chaos. He didn’t even get much of a chance to prepare for an attack before being beset upon by rocks and dirt flying at him at high speeds.

Hardly any words had been exchanged between the two of them as news of his exploits reached the elemental master before he even got to the realm and immediately felt the wrath of the other dragon as soon as he arrived. Weaving in and out of all the debris flying both to and away from him took all his focus and left him very little concentration to think of how to counterattack, not seeing much of an opportunity to give the robust dragon a taste of his own medicine.

He occasionally drew glimpses of the Earth Lord, a bit intimidated by how the other man towered over a landscape he would’ve once thought was massive. The intricate carvings of the rock palace at the base of the mountain he was flying around were no doubt sculpted by the dragon’s immense power. He knew there was little in the way of trying to fight his opponent head-on given the difference in elemental aptitude, which made it imperative to think of a different strategy to employ.

The sight of a column erected right in his path had Gar try to screech to a halt, only to find himself unable to do so and having to brace himself for impact. His heart nearly beat out of his chest as he anticipated colliding with the rock… only to feel his hand go right through it, allowing him relatively safe passage through what should’ve been something thicker than he was. It was only upon opening his eyes that he saw how his blue arm sheared right through solid stone, sending the heavy mass careening to the ground below. That one event got him to reconsider his chances in the fight.

With a renewed sense of confidence, he kept on course, attempting to zip through as many attacks as he could in order to make it back to the other man as unharmed as he could, not that the task was easy considering all the stone slag that lumbering wall of a dragon threw at him. Seeing parts of the mountain itself be plucked and hurled his way like it weighed nothing at all had him worried that the tiny semblance of a plan he had might fail, but at the very least he could still fight back.

Water he projected from his hand helped in deflecting any rocks headed right for him. Every now and then he stumbled as a part of him – mostly his wings – got clipped by a rock, but as long as he kept up his speed, he’d be alright. More and more rocks swirled around the Earth Lord, making it both hard to get close or even see the bulky dragon in order to get a good blow in. All he needed was one opening…

His proximity warranted a barrage of stone headed his way, with him not able to do anything except protect his head as he was in far too deep to turn back now. His eyes remained trained ahead, looking for any sign of the mahogany brute at the core of the whirling mass of rock. The constant use of earth energy had him convinced the elemental master had little practice in close combat. It wouldn’t be long before he could test his hypothesis.

Slicing through dense stone kept him charging ahead, able to match whatever the Earth Lord threw at him and then some. That prompted the volleys to increase in both size and frequency. That left him overrun by boulders flying at him, but with some perseverance he didn’t stray far from the course. The attacks only got stronger the closer he got, clearly able to feel his foe’s frustrations in full force. He delivered jab after jab squarely in the direction of the other dragon, each one nearer to his target and causing the behemoth to falter, giving him the perfect opportunity to cleave through his enemy entirely.

Sweat dripped from Gar’s brow as he savoured in his victory. He couldn’t fathom how anyone could’ve taken this Lord on without claiming another element for themselves given how little opportunities for attack he was afforded. Nevertheless, he came out on top, relieved that he managed to best his opponent.

The essence of his fallen foe had already been absorbed by the time he even thought about it. So much vigour had been left behind by the other dragon that the effect it had on him hit him harder than his previous encounters, no doubt a result of the beefcake his enemy was.

Something was different this time, however. The energy coalesced in his core as usual, but now it sunk a little lower, a little off to the side of his torso where it engulfed him in a mix of pain and relief. It was difficult to see given the location of where he was being affected, but he could certainly feel it. The sensation was familiar in a way he couldn’t place, like he subconsciously knew what was going to happen even if his active mind had no clue, but the longer it was drawn out the more the pieces started falling into place.

Around where his blue arm met his shoulder came a pushing feeling, nubs being forced from his flesh turning into fingers, which then became another hand from which a whole new, orange arm grew in, already as thick and beefy as his others were. His free hand couldn’t help but grip the newly grown one, feeling how built it was for something he had just developed. This… felt weird. The added power was great, sure, but he was lopsided now, and he was struggling to come to grips with controlling two arms on the same side independently.

But he didn’t have time to inspect himself as the secondary effect of the essence came into being. The dragon he’d bested had to have been the biggest he’d seen in his life, an absolute beast of a man that deserved being associated with mountains. That size then became his as it inundated his body with mass that he’d never thought was possible to achieve. His torso widened enough to make his former size look shrimpy by comparison as his new immensity began to overwhelm him, his three arms looking able to huck a boulder out kilometres in any direction, while his legs could effortlessly cause earthquakes on their own. To think this was the normal the Earth Lord was used to.

But of course, the area hardest hit was his genitals, which blew up with size he’d never have had a chance to get used to. The length of his lovemaker was definitely something that any man would be proud of, but the girth took it over the top, turning it into a veritable log of dragon meat. His balls too were excessive in their size, to the point where the rising arousal stemming from those pendulous orbs were doing a number to him. But he could hold out, right? He had a job to do after all – he couldn’t just stop what he was doing to let off some steam. For now it seemed possible, but he wondered how long he could resist the temptation.

At the very least he could distract himself with a test of his fresh addition. His face contorted with concentration as he narrowed his view at the earth, his fists clenching. A tug from his new arm yanked a patch of dirt out from the ground, a smile worming its way across his face as the powers he just fought against were now ones he could reliably control. He could breathe a sigh of relief.

Onto the next fight!

***

Instead of Gar searching for the next fight, the next fight ended up finding him; whatever avenue of communication these Dragon Lords commanded was more effective than anything he’d ever used before. Hurricane-force winds battered him as he struggled to keep his balance mid-air, his wings, while strong, were unaccustomed to the might this elemental master was capable of dishing out, not to mention the fact that he hadn’t had the chance to use them as much as every other dragon out there.

The Wind Lord was a powerful foe – green as laurel, stacked to no end, slender and serpentine, and capable of wielding the very air that everyone breathed. Dealing with someone like that took a great deal of fortitude that he was worried he didn’t possess. Being tossed around like a ragdoll in a tornado wasn’t his idea of a good time.

Now, that didn’t mean he had no way of fighting back. Using his newfound earth powers, he was able to erect a pillar of stone from the ground to give him a place to stabilize himself amidst the gales pelting him at every turn. The force of the winds eventually crumbled his support, but it was enough to gain his bearings back in order to face the Dragon Lord head-on.

But his foe was slippery. The ability to control and create gusts of air allowed the elemental master to effortlessly glide around Gar at speeds normally unreachable for any dragon of any size. Most times he could only see a blur of colour go by before being hit in the face with a breeze that felt like a truck ramming into him.

Being able to shake off blows was something he’d gotten good at since getting bigger, but with how quickly the attacks were coming in it was becoming more difficult to shrug off getting hit. Colliding winds kept him grounded to one spot while midair as miniscule cyclones struck him at high speeds, whipping his limbs this way and that. The pain was starting to set in; he was getting desperate.

He gritted his teeth as he attempted to free himself, his fists clenched as he tried to pull them away from their confines, wondering if he’d ever escape. Just then a whoosh of something bright passed him by, not realizing at first that it was a brilliant flash of fire of his creation. The blaze traveled along the wind current until it reached the gales currently being manipulated and provided ample cover just long enough for the Wind Lord to lose track of him. This was the best shot he’d be afforded.

Breaking out of the master’s grasp ended up being far easier the second time now that attention had been diverted. He used his momentary boon by immediately diving out of vision from the other dragon, careful not to leave a trace so as to be found again. He could see the confusion on the Lord’s face as to where he went and pressed his advantage then and there without even thinking about it.

Noticing how the other dragon had inadvertently backed into a stony wall, it took no effort on his part to yank his orange arm towards him and tug a piece of rock out, stunning the elemental master by nailing him in between his flapping wings. That gave him the go-ahead to huck another piece of the cliff at his enemy, who, while dodging the projectile, assumed he was in the vicinity and directed the winds to besiege where the barrages were coming from. The other man clearly underestimated him.

Piece after piece of the wall came leaping at the elemental master, who only responded with more unchecked aggression as he was certain he’d claim victory in the end. That gave him the perfect opportunity to blindside the other dragon with several boulders already forgotten about, bewildering the Lord and peppering him with hunks of stone that really started adding up. He could see the haggard form of his opponent as the winds gradually died down. It seemed as if the other dragon was catching onto the fact that he hadn’t been around that area the whole time, but Gar sensed a chance to finish the fight and sent a column of rock flying at the master, uppercutting him and knocking him out for good.

A cloud of mist was all that was left of the Wind Lord, the individual particles coalescing into the essence he was expecting to see, though anticipating so much; there seemed to be a correlation between the size of the dragon and the amount of spirit left behind. Like before, he didn’t have to do anything to get the energy to flow to him, seemingly looking for an appropriately powerful enough entity to wield it as its previous host had been taken care of.

He relished in the sensation of the substance becoming a part of his very being, his body welcoming it with figurative open arms. Within seconds it fully absorbed into him, his fists clenched, heart beating faster, mouth curled into a smile – every part of him was ready for what came next.

A tingling at the base of his unpaired arm told him it wouldn’t be single for long. Like the last limb he gained, this one grew in fingers first, hand twitching as it pushed out, eventually evening out his torso with a new green arm capable of controlling the winds that nearly bowled him over. His mind worked overtime to try and differentiate the feeling of that appendage from the other on that side, needing a moment in order to separate the two and flex each independently.

That came not a moment too soon as the incorporation of the former Lord came with the benefit of the dragon’s immensity. In an instant his physique blimped out, all four arms bulging with hardened strength that put almost every dragon to shame, while legs that could send shockwaves through the ground after a particularly hard landing continued to swell. His back became bloated with beef that felt more at home on something like a bull, matching with a chest jutting out so much it might as well be a shelf. In spite of what had to have been at least half a ton of densely-packed heft being piled onto his frame over the course of his battles, he felt lighter than ever, no doubt thanks to the power he’d just acquired.

And then there came the last blessing he received – his endowment bulking up. He didn’t have much of a chance to realize what was going on before it hit him, his schlong slapping against his torso as it inflated against his chiseled abs, the sensitive flesh rubbing against those bricks of his and making him weak in the knees. Try as he might, the overwhelming sensation made its way to the pleasure centre of his brain and tickled him in a way that he hadn’t quite experienced before. He knew right then and there that he had to take care of this; he couldn’t put it off anymore.

A lewd moan slipped past his lips as he gripped his shaft with one hand, the others exploring his sculpted body like a handsy inspector scrutinizing a newly-built statue. One hand grabbed a mittful of a plump pectoral, while another fondled his shapely rear. The last joined in on the one stroking his impressive member, caressing his inner thighs as he worked himself over, trying to give himself some relief. It didn’t take long for his balls to pull up to his crotch and fire off pearly seed in volleys in front of him, that being his first orgasm as a dragon, and while he knew it’d been boosted by the ample power he possessed as a result of taking down some of the elemental masters, that didn’t stop him from reveling in the bliss it gave him.

While that was exactly what he needed and it calmed the raging inferno of arousal inside him for now, he knew he couldn’t dwell on release for long. He still had work to do.

***

Odd, thought Gar. The realm normally crackling with electricity was abnormally quiet. Sure, there were hints of power snapping around here and there, but other than that the area was eerily still. He soared above the soil blackened from many years of lightning strikes, absolutely devoid of vegetation as nothing could withstand the frequent superheated bursts, yet saw not a single being scurrying along the landscape when there should’ve been. Something was wrong here.

It was only when he made it to the Dragon Lord’s palace did he realize the severity of the situation – not even the other man’s minions were around, as if they were dismissed before he even got there. He couldn’t figure out what he was supposed to be feeling about all this.

The Electricity Lord stood in front of a window, flicking his gaze over to Gar. “Oh, you’re here.” A melancholic tone consumed his voice.

Gar took up a combative stance like he did with the previous masters. “Yes, and just like with the others, I’m gonna—”

“I surrender.”

To say that Gar was taken aback would be an understatement. “I’m sorry?” His face froze in confusion.

The elemental master merely turned around to face him, showing off the reason why he owned his position. Even though every Lord that came before had been a threatening presence that dwarfed Gar, this one continued the tradition by looking like he pulled bolts of lightning down from the heavens himself. And to think there were a few more masters to deal with; he shuddered thinking of how tough the challenges ahead would be.

“I thought I was very clear there.” The Lord quietly stated.

“You aren’t willing to fight me at all?” Despite Gar’s bewilderment, he attempted to remain ready to brawl should this end up being a trick of some kind.

“No one’s heard of you, and yet you’ve taken down four of us so far. Why would I want to tangle with the likes of you?” Although the golden dragon had all but given up, his voice still dripped with animosity.

Gar couldn’t believe he was having his conversation, his jaw unable to come to a close. “Because that’s your job?”

“Judging by how quickly you’ve dispatched my comrades, this position isn’t worth it.”

“You don’t think it’s worth even putting up a fight?” It was tough to admit but Gar almost felt a bit sorry for the other dragon.

The Electricity Lord simply scoffed. “Given how you’ve managed to overcome impossible odds already, I think my defeat is all but inevitable.” He balled up a fist, sparks jumping from one digit to the next. “I bid thee farewell.”

“Hey, wait!” Before Gar had a chance to ask any further questions, the elemental master vanished in a brilliant blast of electricity, leaving behind scorch marks where he once stood, as well as the peculiar smell of something having gotten burnt. The only thing that came from the remaining dragon was a sigh, but one that teetered on the edge of annoyance and relief. “Alright, I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”

The one thing he happened to miss, however, was the pile of electrical essence already making its way over to him, keen on making them become one. He embraced it gladly, the flickering nature of the energy feeling good as he siphoned it up. If only the rest of the Dragon Lords would give up this easily – he’d be home before he knew it!

Before he could get too comfortable a familiar sensation reared its head. In between his red and green arms came another, this one yellow and gradually making its presence known. The act of growing limbs wasn’t one he was sure he could get used to.

But he welcomed it as it meant he now had control over another element. The static in the air around him became apparent as he clenched his newest fist, watching as it emanated little sparks that darted to the ground. It only just occurred to him now that he could ostensibly control the weather given the different powers he’d acquired; he knew he’d do a better job in being responsible with these elements than their previous masters ever were.

The warmth suddenly saturating deep into his burly form made him remember he wasn’t quite finished taking in the Lord’s essence, a grunt rumbling in his throat as his whole body tensed up. Like with absorbing the other dragons’ power his frame stretched in every direction to accommodate the massive amount of bulk about to be piled onto him, his shoulders broadening outward faster than he was getting taller as if his physique had an easier time growing out than up. That came with his prodigious pectorals plumping out more than a metre off his chest, while his back billowed to the point of being visible even when seen from the front. All of that was coupled with quads that forced him to adjust his stance in order to provide enough space for them to continuously grow. And to think he was a fraction of this size not too long ago!

But of course, the star of the show was his inimitable meatlog. His girthy schlong would’ve been easy to misidentify as a third leg had he had it back when he first transformed into a dragon, the throbbing pole now reaching just under his mighty pectorals. He huffed as it nestled in between his tremendous chest boulders, the stimulation of rubbing against hundreds of pounds of rock-hard heft driving him wild. He could think of nothing else but taking care of his urgent needs then and there.

Pendulous orbs that hung down to his knees supplied a gargantuan amount of pre, fattened with seed that he was desperate to let loose. Though being a dragon came with naturally having big hands, he only then realized that using one was starting to not be sufficient enough in stroking his massive member, though his other hands had jumped to groping his enormous chest as arousal coursed through him, leading to him discovering that two hands per pec wasn’t enough to contain them. He’d grown too big to properly worship himself and a part of him loved that.

Faster and harder he stroked, his urges bubbling to the surface the hornier he got, his teeth gritted as he craved release more and more. His breathing grew laboured as he pumped his cock from base to tip, every square inch of flesh sensitive to the touch and pulsing unadulterated pleasure throughout his body. His inexperience in handling that amount of ecstasy led to his floodgates opening and splattering his creamy load all over the floor.

The end of the session left him a panting mess, but he was a happy one once he got to quell the fire raging inside him. He still had so much to do, and while he certainly appreciated becoming many men’s wet dream, he knew there were more important things ahead that took priority.

He also knew exactly which Lord lay ahead; this should be interesting.

***

If the sight of the festering swamp wasn’t enough to make Gar regret coming here, then the smell made up for it in spades. So much putrid ooze bubbled up from the stagnant water that the stink all but burned his nostrils. There wasn’t any way he’d consider even touching the water as whatever happened to be beneath the surface became permanently stained a deep purple, and that was the last thing he wanted for his naturally white and grey exterior.

But the wretched appearance of the bog meant he was in the right realm to find the Poison Lord. The rot happening to any vegetation unlucky enough to be growing here was certainly his handiwork, and it showed why few, if any, chose to visit. Were he not here for a reason, he’d consider himself in that camp too.

Ugh, the stench only got worse the further in he flew, the smell practically visible by how thick it rose from the fetid morass. Every breath he took while in the area burned his lungs, the hazy atmosphere almost like acid to his throat. That caused him to break out into a coughing fit that attempted to keep the noxious air from doing any serious harm. Yet it only seemed to get worse the longer he tried, his breathing faltering as his lungs were desperate for fresh air.

“I see the intruder’s here.” A sickly voice called out from behind him, though he knew who it belonged to immediately. “The others might’ve been too weak to stop you, but I’m not. It’s the end of the line for you.” Barely a flick of the wrist was needed to let loose a cloud of poison from the swamp that blanketed the surrounding area by several metres in a rancid miasma. His crooked smile widened as Gar clutched his throat, begging to breathe.

The caustic remark stung him. He’d fallen right into a trap, one that actually might be the thing that stops him in his tracks if he didn’t act fast. In a fit of hysteria that he’d never felt before, his wings violently flapped on their own as he awkwardly rushed out of the bog, clamouring for air that wasn’t tainted by the other dragon’s foul touch. He had no choice but to soar up high above the quagmire in order to even take a breath.

He racked his brain as he realized how difficult this would be. How was he meant to take this guy down if he couldn’t even get close without choking to death?

And then he noticed it – the level of poison was rising higher than it was when he got there. His eyes widened in fear when he saw the wisps of poison come together to form a tendril, only to gasp when he saw it headed his way. It lashed out at him, attempting to grab whatever part of him it could, but his wings moved on their own and got him dodging every attack.

The elemental master didn’t have to do much, merely waving his hand around to bombard Gar with poison, grunting after every near miss. Fingers twitching, he used his other hand to draw as much ooze as he could from his swamp and sent it sailing through the sky to catch the other dragon, the twin trails closing in fast.

As the toxic fumes closed in, Gar understood he was running out of options. He couldn’t outrun the gas no matter how fast he shot across the sky. Dodging and weaving around every obstacle in his path didn’t hamper the poison vapours at all, them able to simply seep through whatever was meant to slow them down, corroding everything in their path.

It was only when he saw an easterly wind push back against the fumes did he see a chance to fight back. That green arm of his shot out a gust to try and dissipate the smog, and while it appeared to work, it didn’t fully disperse the toxic tendrils. Even then, that seemed like it was his best shot.

Every time he blasted the fumes they reformed, but that gave him enough time to dodge their attacks and put himself back on the offensive. Closer and closer he drew to the elemental master, able to get a good look at the statuesque titan controlling the noxious haze, knowing full well he didn’t want to tussle with the other dragon given how it looked like there was a ton of mass separating their weight. He wasn’t interested in getting manhandled by biceps that appeared capable of uprooting trees without breaking a sweat.

But it looked like his plan was starting to have an effect. The more he blew away the base layer of poison, the weaker those wispy limbs became. Not to mention it made the Dragon Lord more frustrated that someone dared to try and match power with him judging by the other man’s changing expression.

The pair went to blows for what felt like ages with how back and forth their attacks were, neither able to gain much of a foothold in victory. That was until Gar managed to push back the other dragon to the swamp, where the winds had much more of an impact on the surroundings. One good blast of air sent in the direction of the bog bowled the elemental master over, knocking through the trees and into the stagnant water below. At first all seemed still and it made him think the battle was finally over, but seeing the rotten vegetation stir told him he hadn’t finished the job. In a panic each of his hands launched an elemental attack at the marsh without him actively thinking about it, but it was only the bolt of electricity that had any effect, frying the drenched Lord and rendering the conflict over.

Had Gar anything to lay against, he’d have let himself collapse after the exhausting fight he just had. These older masters were more adept at combat than their younger counterparts, knowing their limits after hundreds of years in their respective positions and having rid themselves of overconfidence well before he came along.

The one thing they hadn’t seemed to figure out was how to fight against each other’s powers; it was the one edge he had over them.

The essence of the Dragon Lord eventually surfaced from the stale water, unaffected by the reeking toxins around it, and flowed directly towards him as the nearest vessel for its power. He gladly accepted it into himself and let it force out a purple arm between his blue and orange ones. The process hadn’t gotten less weird, but he was getting used to it.

And then came the other part – the more favoured one. Waves of warmth washed over his rippling physique as he flexed his body from top to bottom, his musculature bunching up before bulging out as his already wide frame broadened to take in more and more hardened beef. Already dozens of times taller than where he started, his height kept climbing in order to match the dragon he’d taken down and then some. His form surged with brawn, pushing out his chest to make it look like many of the cliffs he’d come across in his travels, thick with bulk and heavy enough to equal the strength of a few Lords he’d already fought.

That back of his towered over much of the landscape, to the point where even if the trees in the swamp were given the ability to grow properly, they still wouldn’t be able to touch the heights he’d achieved. Each one of his six arms bloated with densely-packed muscle mass, doing their best to equal the size of his inflated quads and make his limbs some of the strongest things in all the realms. He’d never felt this kind of power before; to think the worst people around were hoarding it all to themselves.

It was only after an initial inspection that he remembered his engorged member, that monster hog thicker than many of his species were and able to slap against his prodigious pectorals. Well, it would if the state of the area around him weren’t enough to leave him flaccid. To his relief he didn’t feel his urges being excited from growth after dealing with a realm that left him disgusted to his core.

But that didn’t mean he was comforted by the sight of this landscape. The Poison Lord had done a number on the region, twisting it into his image and stripping away any natural beauty it once held.

At least there was a chance for it to go back to the state it used to be in. While he’d set out to stop these masters from imposing upon the populace, his work was also freeing the lands from their malevolent clutches. It wasn’t much solace given the state of the place, but everyone could breathe a little easier now, including him.

***

“Gah!” A brilliant glare of light hit Gar in the eyes, blinding him to his surroundings no matter how much tried to turn away. The intense radiance bathed his towering form from head to toe, illuminating him to the point where he could see light whether or not he clamped his eyelids shut. He felt effectively powerless against it all.

“And this is what filth like you deserve.” The Light Lord hovered above him, his enormous physique shining in the glow of his abilities. “No amount of light could ever cleanse you of your impurities, but at least I can rid the world of you.”

Gar attempted to find the source of the voice, but being unable to open his eyes without it feeling he was staring into the sun made it extraordinarily difficult. “How can you call yourself pure when you’re using your power to harm everyone in your path?”

“I’m merely helping the world by doing away with those contaminating it.”

Gar grunted. “That’s not your call to make.” He swung at where he triangulated the voice was coming from, only to feel air as his fist hit nothing. A punch then connected with his face, his jaw taking the brunt of the blow, sending him reeling before being struck again. And then again. And again, all over his body and by someone much, much stronger than he was. Soreness was beginning to set in; he couldn’t win this fight through brute force alone.

But the light was far too oppressive to try and fight around. All he could do was try and protect himself from a foe he couldn’t even see, and he knew he couldn’t keep that up forever. That would ensure he’d lose slowly.

But then a thought hit him – fighting dirty in the literal sense. If the Light Lord was intent on purifying everything in his path, then he’d just have to become uncleansable.

Streaming from Gar’s nostrils was a purplish smoke, a less-noxious version of the haze he’d just dealt with, one he built up inside him before blasting it out from his mouth. The power he’d absorbed let him innately perceive its whereabouts without needing visual confirmation. It was all he needed to stand a chance against this elemental master, and with a wave of his hand he threw the cloud of toxic gas in the direction he last heard the other dragon.

A loud shriek followed by a fit of coughing confirmed he hit his mark, the Light Lord evidently not quick enough to avoid an elemental attack. His eyes being screwed shut so hard started to hurt, which made him all the more relieved that he had an opportunity to open them up again, though not without a bit of disorientation from the blinding glare cast by his opponent. It took a hot second to let his vision correct itself.

Now able to see, he continued with his onslaught, throwing blast after blast of toxic fog at the ivory-scaled colossus, barely affecting any of the dragon’s tonnage but not needing to given how incapacitated the master was. It was only then when he truly got to see the immense difference in magnitude there was between them, but considering how far he’d come to get here, he wasn’t about to let that stop him now.

Poison production was in overdrive as he needed to keep a steady stream of the stuff coming to immobilize the Dragon Lord. He saw the other man gear up for an attack, but the surge of light erupting from the titan did next to nothing to dispel his virulent aggression.

His fist slammed against the other dragon’s face, eliciting a roar of frustration as he nimbly dodged a swipe in return. So many fumes built up in the master’s vicinity that the other man might as well have had his own personal atmosphere of poison.

Another blow landed, then another – every fist of his got a jab in on the tyrant, so much so that he saw the Lord’s desperation set in. A grin crossing his face, he commanded all the noxious smoke back to his grasp to make a giant purple fist the last thing the elemental master ever saw. The battle had been won.

The flaring brilliance of the light had given him a headache from how blinded he was, but at least the Lord’s essence made the pain worth it in the end. He reveled in the warmth that felt like a blanket enveloping his body. Above his blue arm came another, this one white, and just as huge as the others were. It felt nice to see him succeeding in his endeavours after years of thinking he had no chance in this world.

And then the growth kicked in, right on cue. His body billowed outward, every dimension of his benefiting from the energy coursing through his veins. A chest with a circumference nearly needing to be measured in kilometres bulged out as he flexed both pecs at the same time, savouring in the power that had been misused for centuries as he came to grips with how his each one of his arms alone made the previous Lord look like a toy. He had no comparison in the immediate vicinity as his weight continued to soar.

That came with a well-deserved boost to his oversized cock, which now heartily reached the top of his hypertrophic chest and dribbled translucent precum down his expansive pec valley. He had to stifle a moan as sensitive meatlog rubbed against his scaly torso. His fingers curled as his pillar throbbed, knowing full well that he couldn’t ignore the baser needs bubbling up inside him.

Seven hands all rushed into action, two opposite pairs gripping his monolithic crotch rocket while the other three wandered all along his ample form. The whirlwind of emotions churning inside him inundated him with the boiling inferno of arousal, with every touch of his clawed fingers across his overly-sensitive body only adding more fuel to the fire. He moaned aloud as he thrummed across his fattened ballsack, those orbs of his positively roiling with seed, veins snaking across it pulsing in sync with his heart beat as he craved nothing more but emptying them.

His fingers deftly flew up and down that obelisk of his as he inched himself nearer and nearer to release. Urges that grew as strong as he did pummeled his brain, inducing hormones to rage through his system with the intensity of the sun, his body sweating up a storm just to regulate his temperature. He hadn’t ever exerted himself that much in his life, and yet now he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted.

More and more he stroked himself, his pole like a monument erected to celebrate his own virility with how proud it stood tall, pre constantly dripping down the length like rivers flowing towards oceans. He thrusted into his hands. Harder. Faster. His body yearned for it.

And then it happened – his damn burst right open and cum gushed from his slit, showering both himself and the area around him with his creamy loads. Pump after pump blasted from the tip of his dick, his hips bucking to force it all out. This felt better the bigger he got!

Eventually there was nothing left to give, his cum tanks depleted of their produce, and his face plastered with a very happy grin. It took a lot out of him just to get himself spent, but it was worth the effort given how hard being horny hits him now. At the very least it gave him enough clarity to think about the upcoming fight.

Though upon doing so, nerves started getting the better of him. The next Lord was the last of them, but also the one he knew the least about despite having been around for almost one thousand years. Secrecy paired too well with oppression, and that master was a tyrant with the power he wielded.

The only thing he could do now was give it his best shot, and hopefully come up with something on the fly. He got this far, didn’t he? If there was anyone who could take the bastard down, it was him. That would be his moment.

***

Darkness; that was all Gar could see, with not even the tip of his snout in view. Everywhere he looked was black as pitch. There was a realm in there somewhere, but with it feeling like it was eternally nighttime with no source of light around, he might as well not be on the planet anymore. Nothing around him was visible – not people, not landmarks, not natural features of the land he stood on, not even the Lord himself.

“Tell me,” the Shadow Lord leered at the relatively smaller dragon, “are you afraid of the dark?”

That voice came from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Gar couldn’t pinpoint the exact location of where the other man was through the murky shade, but he knew there was a lot of him. The elemental master was well-known to be monstrously huge by those who happened to catch a glimpse, but very few managed to escape with that knowledge.

He stood his ground. “Maybe at one point in my life, but not anymore.”

“You were right to be scared.” The other dragon’s voice rumbled through his bones. “All those who fail to yield to me suffer despair. You would merely be the next in line.” The threat was punctuated with a flick of fingers, sending him flying to the ground from an attack he never saw coming.

Grumbling, Gar brushed himself off, his ego bruised more than anything else. “Come down here and fight me.”

“I don’t need to when you so foolishly wandered into my realm.” Another shove knocked him over like a domino without any others to fall into. “You’re mine to play with now, and you have no one but yourself to blame.”

“I’m no one’s toy!” Gar bellowed back, trying to anticipate where he’d be hit next. He anxiously whirled around as he attempted to predict where the next attack would come from, only to be met with another push that sent him sailing into a rock wall that he couldn’t even tell was there. His fists then swung wildly as he wanted to show he wasn’t willing to go down without a fight, but without any vision his efforts were ultimately fruitless, as evident by how easily the elemental master swept him off his feet with a single whip of that inconceivably large tail.

“Pitiful, really,” the Shadow Lord taunted, the creaking of his incomparable form heard for miles around. “I may not be the most powerful dragon to ever exist, but no one has ever stood up to me and lived to talk about it. You won’t be the first.”

Gar’s frustration got the better of him and he sprung into action, soaring as fast as his wings could take him in the direction of the master’s voice, his fists coiled up for the hardest blow he could manage… and hit nothing, just like all the other times. How could a being so gargantuan not be there when he swung?

By that point he’d had enough of not being able to see. His topmost hand lit up with a brilliant flash of light, the beam not nailing anything and barely making a difference in what was visible. His chest was in view at the very least.

“That won’t help you here.” Derision flavoured the Shadow Lord’s tone, the voice still seemingly omnipresent. “Any tricks you have are no match for me.”

That appeared to be true, much to his chagrin. There was still no sight of the other dragon in spite of how grotesquely massive he was supposed to be. He could only hover there and wonder what the master was doing to give the illusion of intangibility. Maybe the humongous reptilian was actually a being of vapours.

That’s when he had an idea – perhaps it wasn’t that the Dragon Lord’s form made it difficult to land a jab, but instead that something about the other man was so frail that a single blow was enough to take the scaly tyrant out of commission and so kept out of sight so that nothing could hurt him. The thought intrigued him, though had him wondering what it would take to eliminate the other man, as well as if he could even pull it off.

Despite his light shining brightly overhead the darkness was still suffocating. Anywhere he looked there was nothing but inhospitable shade covering anything of interest, his vision all but failing in gathering any information. However, that might be the key as, while he might not be able to see anything, that didn’t mean his other senses weren’t working.

The only aroma that saturated the battlefield was the otherworldly scent of the Shadow Lord, and while it was useful in determining where about the other dragon was given how it concentrated in certain areas, he couldn’t be sure the elemental master wasn’t moving around without him knowing.

But his hearing was still able to pick something up. The lack of noise coming from the other man belied the great size he was said to have, but that didn’t mean there was nothing at all, just not the thundering slams he was expecting. The creaking of the titan’s musculature still sounded out across the landscape, a bit rough in determining the other dragon’s location, but a better alternative than physically searching for it.

The one thing he picked up on right away was where those monster grabbers were placed as that was where the Lord was supporting himself. From there a picture started to develop of the dragon’s visage, intimidatingly huge, but very, very real.

And knowing where the other man’s hands were meant it was easier to dodge them. That caught the attention of the master, who found it more amusing than anything. “Ah, the toy has come out to play.” A sinister laugh boomed out somewhere overhead. “Well then, let’s play.”

A draconic appendage slammed down right next to Gar, who’d have been crushed had he not heard the foot coming. The inky blackness still made ascertaining the other man’s position a bit of an enigma, but more of the mystery was being solved the longer he kept himself moving. A hand whooshed past him that he only heard coming at the last second. That was followed by a tail that thumped the ground directly beneath him. The image in his head of the dragon grew no clearer, but also no foggier.

Slowly, but surely, he worked at the puzzle, his brain running in overdrive trying to both locate the master and dodge getting squashed. But the longer he stayed with it, the more it made sense. The faster attacks meant his foe had stood up somewhere, which made the tail swipes click as well, but the unpredictability of the swatting hands didn’t line up with his mental image until—

He shot a beam of light directly behind him at an upwards angle, the strengthened rays piercing through the shadows so hard that the sky could be seen. Nothing could be heard after that – no cry of pain, but also no mocking laugh. In fact, all attacks ceased the moment he blasted the laser, and considering the pitch-black darkness had begun receding, he might’ve landed the blow he was looking for that whole time. The adrenaline coursing through his veins just about beat his heart right out of his chest.

Gar slumped back onto the ground, a dull throb across his whole body as he reveled in finally taking the Shadow Lord down. His breathing had run ragged after struggling so much in conquering the scaly despot that he felt he might pass out then and there. It was only when he realized that he could see the night sky that he understood what he just accomplished. It was still dark, sure, but now more than an inch in front of his face was visible.

The essence of the elemental master was the largest collection he’d come across thus far, the mystical energy flowing into his aching body soothing him like he just stepped into a warm bath. He embraced the power like he did with the others, not batting an eye as it pushed out a black-scaled arm to complete the set, making him physically symmetrical once more.

A confident flex was given as he relished in his victory, each pair of arms taking up their own pose. He’d come a long way from the little kobold he used to be; he earned the right to flaunt his achievements.

And with a shudder ripping up his spine, the second part of absorbing all that energy came into effect, his body groaning as it stretched out more than it had in the previous times that he’d taken down a Lord. A muted gasp escaped his mouth as his swollen physique grew even more so, beef piling up so huge that even proportionally he’d be a monster among dragons. Mountains would tremble not only at his footsteps – which could easily be picked up on seismometers at this point – but also from the fact that barely two of his arms were needed in order to hoist one into the air. To think these masters had been hoarding this kind of power away from the rest of the world.

There wasn’t enough marble in the world to capture his towering visage; any statue of him erected would cast a shadow over an entire city – having a back the size of one would do that. His chest alone was like two planetoids smashed together, the bulk fitting together while also looking like it was running out of room. But not as much as his legs were with rippling quads that kept fighting for whatever scrap of space they could consume, constantly forcing him to adjust his stance, though not minding at all.

But the crux of that problem was they had to contend with a draconic obelisk nearly as big as his torso was, paired with pendulous testosterone factories that hung neatly between calves bloated bigger than any monument ever constructed. The mammothian rod pulsed against his stuffed pecs, that drooling tip plainly visible even with all his meat in the way.

All eight hands were on deck, massaging his pillar as the head of his tool dribbled lake’s worth of preseed down past his crotch, the sticky fluid dripping from his fattened orbs. His fingers bobbed up and down kilometres of draconic fuckmeat, groping every inch within reach as needy moans rumbled in his chest. The urge to blast his load was a force to be reckoned with in and of itself.

Grasping at that girthy member with every digit available had his brain overloading on the sheer amount of pleasure hammering it. Every stroke sent shockwaves of bliss through his nervous system, his pelvis gyrating his cock through his hands as his ministrations made him shiver. The sensitivity he’d gained as a result of his unimaginable size had him leaky from a single touch, fingers tracing along the network of river-thick veins snaking along the flesh, the precum streaming down coating his hands in the stuff. Every huff of his colossal chest indicated he was one step further to orgasm.

More and more of his plentiful pre dribbled down his shaft, his hands picking up the pace as his hips bucked his cannon into them. Faster he rushed, his tempo quickening the hornier he grew, teeth gritted as he yearned for climax. The edge came nearer the harder he thrusted.

With a mighty cry his floodgates burst wide open, the pressure in his balls pulling them up towards his crotch as his dick erupted with viscous ballbatter. The relentless euphoria pulsing through his form had him lolling his tongue out as he watched his cubmaker mimic a geyser in delight. So much spunk blasted from his cumpipe that it bulged out wider than several of the Lords were tall. At least the world wouldn’t have to put up with them anymore.

His release, while gratifying, left him exhausted, more so than any other time he could think of. That seemed to be a feature of his unchecked growth. Well, his fighting was at least behind him now; he could take a rest for once.

Or so he thought. Out in the distance he saw a pair of wings grace the skyline, ones he could tell were much larger than his own, meaning their owners must outsize him too. It was only then that he remembered the Lords weren’t the be all and end all, that even those submitted to the leaders of the world, the ones who instilled the unspoken rules of the land into each and every dragon, and the ones who subjected the kobolds to life as second-class citizens. A part of him was ready for the challenge, to show these bastards who was boss, but the rational part of him knew he was in no condition for any kind of battle. He hadn’t recovered from busting a nut!

And yet he seemed to have no choice as the pair of monstrous reptilians had made a beeline for him, their gaze fixed to his body. By far, they were the biggest dragons on the planet, absolute behemoths that made even the Shadow Lord look like a runt, and no one dared stand up to them because of that. This might’ve been the first time in a while he felt afraid of something, like he was again the kobold he used to be.

“So, this is the dragon we’ve heard so much about.” The sapphire dragon to the right of him boasted a chest nearly as big as his gray-and-white-scaled body was.

“He’s not even worth our time, brother,” the ruby dragon to his left responded.

“You’re right, but we can’t let this problem slide. We must deal with this posthaste.” That was all the warning given before the twin titans descended upon him, not even giving him much of a chance to react before he was hoisted in the air by both of them.

Gar’s world felt like it’d been thrown on its head as he soon found himself at the mercy of the pair of leviathan beasts, both men older than a lot of what the denizens of the world could remember, and far and away the reason why everything is the way it was. They shaped the planet in their image, planting the idea of dragon superiority above all into everyone’s heads, and eliminating all threats to their dual reign. In spite of how far he’d come, it would all be meaningless if he lost now.

Yet winning this battle was easier said than done. Neither of the Dragon Leaders uttered a word as they tossed him around like a ragdoll, the wind getting knocked out of him with every blow not giving him a chance to fight back.

He was slammed into the ground before he knew it, his body sore from the repeated jabs given by the pair of rulers. The other dragons merely hovered above them as they gazed upon his injured form.

The ruby dragon grunted. “I knew those Lords weren’t up to snuff. I said ages ago that they should be replaced, but apparently, I didn’t know what I was talking about.”

“Would you give it a rest already?” The sapphire dragon rolled his eyes. “These were the best of the best in all the lands. Who would you have gotten to replace them?”

“There should certainly have been someone capable of stopping some upstart from defeating them so handily.”

The dragons’ bickering appeared odd to Gar considering the stature these two commanded, yet it made perfect sense given how they’d been a part of each other’s lives since the very beginning. Still, that didn’t seem to slow them down at all, and if there might have been a way to use that against them, he couldn’t see it.

“What should we do with him?” The sapphire dragon pointed at Gar with disgust written across his face.

The ruby dragon lingered a fair bit away from where he had crashed into the ground, having to do so in order to look past literal tons of pectoral beef. “We could fight over who gets the pleasure of wiping him off the planet for good.”

“A waste of effort! We’d spend more time on that than destroying him.”

“And I suppose you have a better idea?”

“As a matter of fact—”

A bolt of lightning hit the sapphire dragon in the back, startling him into turning around and seeing Gar behind him with his green arm outstretched, a sick grin wryly worming across his scaly face. “Cute. That almost hurt.”

Gar gasped. He’d shot the biggest stroke of lightning at the bastard and it barely did anything! Panic instantly filled his system, his other hands jumping into action and flailing whatever element they possessed at the Leaders, each doing just as little damage as the last. Fire simply tickled them, as did water, while they shrugged off boulders and gales. Poison didn’t even stain their hide, and neither light nor dark could affect them, both able to push past the states entirely. The situation had grown dire; despite everything at his disposal, he stood no chance at defeating these brutes. Nothing could take them down.

“Are you quite finished?” The ruby dragon scoffed. “I’ll show you what real power looks like.”

“No!” The sapphire dragon shoved his brother out of the way. “This one’s mine.”

The other dragon gripped a behemothian shoulder as he glared daggers at the blue-scaled reptile. “Easy! It’s been thousands of years and you still don’t know your own strength.”

Gar’s eyes widened in realization – the answer to his problem was right in front of him the whole time. Nothing could take these two down, except for maybe each other. That had to be the key to winning this fight. The question then became how.

While the two were distracted with one another, he quickly devised a plan that he set into motion. The two were bulkier than anything else he’d seen in his life, and while their wingspan also put everyone else to shame, he just held the advantage in speed. He could stay out of harm’s way so long as they couldn’t grab him.

Once in position, he started lobbing attacks at the two, alternating between them to drag them away from each other. The pair of beastly colossi followed in exactly the way he wanted them to, drawn to the position he was in when he peppered them with blows. Even while always on the backpedal, he remained in full control of the fight.

It was close, however, as both of them nearly got a hold of him, and the last thing he wanted was to lose because of a careless mistake.

But his plan was almost coming to fruition. The twin Leaders had started closing in on him, one on each side, eyeing one another as if they had their own scheme concocted. He still kept his distance, though caught off-guard as they picked up speed out of nowhere, no doubt fueled by adrenaline from not effortlessly taking their target down. They now flew directly towards each other with him in the middle, their impossible musculature on full display as shoving out a fist in front of them tensed their expansive tonnage. It would’ve been a bad position for him to be in had he not been right where he wanted. The two closed in on him, fangs bared, veins popping out as they neared him, and he knew neither of them expected him to stop flapping his wings and sink like a stone.

The collision could be heard across many realms. A shockwave zipped through the sky at the speed of sound, the sonic remnants of the impact of thousands of tons of draconic bulk slamming into its counterpart. Gar thanked his lucky stars that he hadn’t fumbled his plan in any way.

Neither the red or blue dragon were anywhere to be seen, their force enough to wipe the other out just as projected. All that remained was the essence that powered the two up, colour coded to distinguish which belonged to whom, but mingling as it all began flowing his way. He exhaustedly accepted his reward, happy that the lands were finally free of these tyrants.

It raised the question of what the energy could possibly give him, though. It’s not like they had any sort of abilities that he didn’t. All that they really possessed was the fearsome visage of a dragon, one that hadn’t been anything else like he’s been.

And that was exactly what was offered.

Unlike before where his arms had developed thanks to the different elements, this power felt different, its nature far more bestial. A dull throb pulsed in his head as the essence washed over him, making him clutch it and wonder what was going on. But then he felt the horns on his head grow out into monstrous points that many of the dragons he faced had. That then led to his teeth sharpening into a gruesome grin, while his tail lengthened behind him and now sported an extension not dissimilar to some of the spiked weapons he’d seen for sale before.

But the biggest benefit coming from the twin dragon’s energy had to be the incomparable size they had, now his. The two on their own were looming behemoths that made everyone feel small, and he just gained the magnitude of them both. He barely had time to react before his body blimped out in every direction, his dimensions taking on extreme measurements that no one would be able to record without specialized equipment. His torso broadened to the size of a continent, the biggest around maybe hardly edging him out, though his swollen back surely dominated even the largest of mountain ranges with how it peaked above his shoulders. Each one of his eight arms alone could take on the Shadow Lord as they packed more strength than all the planet’s armies combined. His tail whipped wildly behind him, crashing into ass cheeks harder than diamond that could level anything unfortunate enough to come into contact with it and leave nothing but a crater. But that wasn’t to say anything of legs capable of kicking a hole through the planet with gigatons of force stored in quads thicker than its surface.

And then there was his leviathan shaft, a towering monument to draconic virility that could melt glaciers from the heat pouring off of it alone. It throbbed with frenzy, every flex of his pelvis slapping it against his gargantuan chest shelf, the tip reaching just above his head and dribbling pre like a broken hydrant. That monolith of his stood taller than anything else on the planet and deluged waterfalls of his preseed onto the barren land below as it cascaded down cum tanks that smothered his feet.

Despite having a multitude of hands with which to pleasure himself with, they couldn’t cover as much area as they used to given the sheer jump in magnitude his prodigious prick received. The ministrations he gave himself still felt amazing, though, as, even though he couldn’t quite reach around his turgid log of reptilian fuckmeat, his fingers still sent jolts of ecstasy pounding through his nervous system.

The stimulation had him drop to his knees and hunker over his imposing python, his body uncontrollably bucking it against the ground as he smashed his chest into the fleshy tube. His hips rolled forward at regular intervals, the flood of precum only increasing as his arousal did. He huffed in need. And then again. And again, his breathing growing stronger. He wanted this; he needed this. So much power taken needed to be burned off if he were to handle it all.

His body convulsed the more he pumped his lower half, the trench formed by his cock kilometres in width and only getting deeper the harder he pushed. He heaved and grunted and moaned with how much he wanted this. The roiling in his balls only got louder the hornier he grew. All eight hands gripped the earth as he rutted into the ground, creating unintentional quarries deeper than anyone else could dig. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for his next load.

Moments felt like hours as he worked over his urges, the feeling in his loins heightening the more he thrusted, his resolve weakening by the second. Teeth gritted, eyes clamped shut, fingers spasming – his body couldn’t take any more and let loose the surge of spunk threatening to burst his balls. He groaned aloud as jizz blasted miles away, jettisoned at great speeds from his cumpipe, the gooey, white gunk splattering across multiple continents. Even after doing this multiple times, he couldn’t believe how good it felt; everyone should get to experience this at least once.

His tongue hung from his mouth as he reveled in his afterglow. He couldn’t tell how long it’d been since he shot off the last globs of seed – the size of large lakes in actuality – but enough time had passed that he’d gone flaccid, not that it really looked like it with a shaft as tall as he was.

But for now, he could relax, knowing that the world was safe under his protection after slaying those responsible for making it the hellhole it was. There was no one else that wanted to deal with him.

That was until some phantom force tugged at him, almost like being grabbed and yanked from the spot. Higher and higher off the planet he rose, his heart beating faster the longer he lost control, fighting to free himself but failing as the grip on him wouldn’t let go. The culprit behind his abduction remained a mystery until a figure materialized the nearer he drew to outer space, the terrifying visage of a cosmic dragon coming into view.

“Here I would’ve thought the others could stop some nobody from rampaging across the planet. It appears I was wrong.” The Space Lord peered down at him, scowling.

Gar’s breathing heightened from panic, his mind running haywire at the discovery of something beyond even the planetary realms, only then realizing that he was still breathing at all in the cold vacuum of space. Was this something he was capable of now thanks to all the draconic essence he’d taken in up to then? He had no idea, but he was grateful nonetheless.

But that didn’t mean his situation had improved. The frightening appearance of the other dragon coming out of nowhere frayed his nerves, especially because escape seemed difficult. “I’ll succeed where the others failed.” The Lord snarled at him.

It took everything he had, but he managed to wriggle out of the other dragon’s hold. Being in the vast reaches of space was a truly bizarre experience as there was no air with which to speak with, and yet the ruler in front of him had no such issue. He felt entirely out of his element here.

“You’re more energetic than I anticipated.” A smile curled the corners of the larger dragon’s mouth. “This will be fun.”

Before he knew it, Gar found himself having an asteroid being whipped at his head, the other dragon using cosmic force to manipulate the rocky body into achieving incredible speeds. The lack of any atmosphere reared its head again as he realized moving around was actually arduous – his wings not able to generate force on their own – but the momentum the Lord created was just enough to get him ducking out of the way. He’d thank his lucky stars, but out here they’d all be used against him.

Another hunk of rock came hurtling his way, this one almost clipping his wings had he not managed to contort himself at the last second. The asteroids being thrown were of increasing size, ones that would’ve made him feel tiny as a kobold made way for ones that eclipsed his size now, becoming nearer misses the bigger they got.

Having to dodge these space rocks had him panting up a storm, his body not used to the way he was twisting himself into pretzels just to avoid being hit. It was during one such evasion that he happened to notice how the asteroid’s trajectory bent around a star that it flew nearby. Immediately an idea about how to take this guy down formed in his head, though it’d need some immaculate positioning on his part.

Which was easier said than done given how one roughly the size of him slammed into him with such strength that he was left momentarily stunned. At least he could use the rock as a springboard to thrust himself back into the fight, only to be met with more celestial bodies headed his way, all posing a significant threat. The course he gained from bounding off the asteroid put him on the right path to somewhat enacting his plan, able to use the force of the oncoming rocks to slip himself closer to where he wanted to be – in front of the sun.

The biggest star in the system was one of the most mysterious objects in his mind, and it felt wild to him that he was now in a position to find out more about it. He wasn’t there for that, however, as the looming presence of the Space Lord took precedence. Using the slipstreams from the passing asteroids was becoming easier the more he did it, to the point where the other dragon began flinging planets at him, ones he’d never seen before. That caught his attention, but instantly he knew that made his idea that much easier to execute.

He did his best to look like a sitting duck, a tantalizing target to try and take down. The larger man had his sights set on him, to the point where the surroundings were pushed to the wayside. That didn’t mean taking down the serpentine ruler was any easier as trying to dodge entire worlds was a feat no one else had done before. But all it took was one hurled in the right direction, a barren one that narrowly missed the star but still was sucked into its orbit before swinging back around with barely any loss in speed. The Lord was so focused on wiping him out that the massive projectile heading right for him was ignored until it crashed into his head with the strength of a thousand comets. He never saw it coming.

Instantly the other dragon vaporized in a cloud of space dust, the impact scattering it in every direction. All that remained was the cosmic ruler’s very essence listing towards him in a resolute manner as the only one around who could wield that kind of might. It filled his body, imbuing itself into every fibre of his being, saturating him with a warmth that he welcomed in the cold emptiness of space.

Immediately it began to work its magic, pumping up his bulk like all the other dragons had before. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as his back billowed out like an expanding nebula, so much heft stuffing his frame that rolling his gargantuan shoulders flexed his traps above his head, as well as bulge his lats out enough to become broad and flat enough to house entire cities on its surface. That chest of his grew incomparably large, his pecs developing into literal planetoids that consumed much of the view in front of him, almost letting him forget that he wasn’t among his kind anymore as he’d far outsize the world he used to live on.

Every single one of his arms pulsed with the pleasure of growth, tensing to the magnitude of stars without trying as the asteroids flung at him earlier paled in comparison to his impossibly huge triceps. So much muscle mass had been added that his biceps forced his arms to push against one another, much like his quads did to his legs as their bulk rippled outward, consuming whatever room they could find as they expanded uninhibitedly.

That gave way to his swollen junk fattening to match the rest of him. Cum tanks as big as the planet he came from throbbed with need as they churned the seed roiling inside them, ready to blow a load as big as a quasar from a pillar gigantic enough to have its own orbit. He couldn’t wait to stroke his erecting phallus, to empty his balls all over the solar system, maybe even use a black hole like a makeshift lover. All the time in the universe to do so belonged to him.

Or so he thought.

Against his will Gar found himself being pulled from his fantasies, his eyes going wide when some strange force gripped him tight, this time not letting go no matter how much he squirmed. His vast, leathery wings couldn’t break free from whatever had a hold on him as there was no air in space to propel himself with; he wondered if he’d have such a chance back home. As much as he struggled, there was no way of cutting himself loose.

And then the force only got stronger, pulling him out of the universe without him even knowing what was going on. For someone who weighed as much as a star, he was getting lifted like he was nothing more than a toy, a thought that troubled him more than anything; it brought him back to his days as a kobold in ways that made him uncomfortable.

But something was off. He noticed how everything below him appeared to be vanishing, not just because of his distance from it, but more so that it was intangible without any discernible reason why. The gears in his head spun as he tried to make sense of everything he was seeing.

More of his surroundings changed until the life he was just living seemed to fade away, the environment around him looking more ethereal than anything he was used to. There were no landmarks or settlements in his vicinity, nothing to gauge his size with and collect his bearings. He had no idea where he was and it terrified him.

“Gar.” A voice behind him boomed. He whipped himself around gasped, witnessing the visage of someone he didn’t even know actually existed. Carvings and effigies of the God of All Dragons were spread far across the planet, made in the beast’s divine image without anyone knowing what the deity was supposed to look like, and yet here he was right in front of him. The sight made him half-wonder if he was having a hallucination.

He felt meek in the God’s presence. “Y-You know me?”

“Yes, yes, I know who you are.” The God’s radiance shone down on him as he gazed upon the deity’s statuesque physique. There was a good reason why he was worshiped by so many below.

Gar gulped. “Wait, you do?”

“Of course, I watched your journey getting here.” The God leaned forward, eyes transfixed on him with a curious expression. “Reminds me of myself, honestly. It’s been eons since I created that relic.”

“Hold on,” Gar’s entire body perked up when he heard that, almost feeling like his ears were deceiving him, “does that mean that—”

“I am actually the original constructor of all in the universe? Of course! Everything anyone has experienced has been in my image, and I wanted to give the mortals a taste of the power I wield. The different elements found on the planet posed a bit of a problem, however, so I thought it might have been best to have someone be a champion of each, but I figured it was only a matter of time before someone attempted to gather all the essences for themselves. I knew I’d have someone else like me here one day.”

A part of Gar still didn’t think this was real, and yet every one of his senses told him otherwise. The idea that some kind of celestial figure existed above the petty squabbles of the planet he came from felt outrageous. But there was still one thing on his mind that hadn’t been explained yet. “Uh, where is ‘here’ exactly?”

“Everywhere,” stated the divine beast, “and nowhere. We are in a realm that encompasses every piece of matter, but is also imperceptible to mortal minds. I brought you here for a reason”

Gar felt his face go flush. “You did?”

The God chuckled. “And not a moment too soon! You’ve certainly made a mess down there, one I’ll have to fix posthaste.”

“You do?” That struck Gar as odd.

“Well, of course. You’ve destabilized the entire world. I have to put things back the way they were or who knows what could happen!”

The God’s words made him feel pinpricks down his hide. “What do you mean by that?”

The God simply shrugged. “The mortal realms are without leaders. It would be foolish of me to let them be lawless states, so I must reinstate Lords to rule over the land. I would require the powers you’ve taken back, however.”

Fierce eyes narrowed in on Gar as he internalized what the deity was saying to him. Everything he’d been wishing for since first understanding how the world worked had been accomplished, and now it was all to be undone? All eight of his fists trembled at the thought. “I can’t let you do that.”

The God’s demeanour immediately soured. “That wasn’t a request. You will surrender those powers to me so that I may restore order to the world. I’ll compensate you for it, of course.”

Fear consumed Gar at the thought of losing the things that hurt so many people, ones he rightfully won as the victor of many battles. He knew he was stuck there as there was no going back without the beast’s help. But he wasn’t the timid, little kobold he used to be. No, he was the powerful freedom fighter who liberated scores of people from the tyranny of the Lords, people who could breathe easier knowing there was no risk of existing just because one of those rulers was having a bad day. The world couldn’t go back to that; it was the dawn of a new era. “Not happening.” He positioned himself for a fight – the fight to end all fights.

“Then I’ll take them.” With a flap of his great, angelic wings, the God of All Dragons soared above Gar into whatever constituted a sky there, casting an imposing shadow across both he and the land.

His jaw dropped in awe at the sight of the deity as his mind raced back to every challenge he’d faced up to that point, but in none of them was there such a disparity in magnitude between him and the being he was up against. Now more than ever the disadvantages were palpable.

But he couldn’t just give up now. All those different Lords seemed impossible to even consider taking down when he was small and defenseless, but through sheer perseverance he fought back until nothing stood in his way. Ultimately the same would be true of this beast as well, but how the hell would he manage that? Up until then he didn’t even think the man existed!

The God’s power seemed limitless, especially in a realm no mortal had ever stepped foot in before. He found himself quickly outmatched with how effortlessly he was snatched up and tossed around, not even having much of a chance to fight back as his attacks appeared to do nothing to a being hellbent on making sure he stopped living.

He was thrown around like a ragdoll with not much he could do to stop it from happening. At the very least he was holding up a lot better than he would’ve thought, but the constant barrage of elements blasted his way was slowly wearing him down. The stark white dragon was simply much too powerful for him to handle. What could he even do to fight back?

The question was answered by understanding where all that power came from in the first place – worship by the mortals on the world below. Statues and stories and all sorts of things dedicated to the God kept the bastard filled with a seemingly never-ending amount of energy with which to pelt him with. If only he had someone doing the same to him, maybe he’d have a shot of genuinely taking on the deity and succeeding. But that would never happen, right? He couldn’t get someone to worship him like that.

Couldn’t he?

Given that he was in the heavenly realm of his creator, didn’t that inherently mean this place had some kind of way of communicating with the planet he came from? That relic came from somewhere after all.

It took getting away from the deity beating down on him first, but he managed to find a mental link to the mortal realms and see what was happening at the time. Word of his numerous victories had spread across the various lands, leading some to feel shock, others disgust, while others still hope. There were rallies going on inspired by his actions with a lot of detractors arguing against it all, and while there were a lot of dragons who felt like life was better before, there were many, many more kobolds happier with the Lords gone, and they appreciated him a hell of a lot more than the creator deity people had been worshiping the entire time.

In an instant he felt their gratitude, tapping into their cries of thanks as a means of powering himself up. Energy surged through him faster than a bolt of lightning. He immediately jumped to his feet, his strength returning and then some, the spirit of all the people below chanting his name giving him a much-needed boost. It might not be enough to turn the tides of battle, but it was something.

Or maybe it was more than that. While he was experiencing the benefit of having praise thrust upon him, the God was encountering the opposite. His name being revered less was having quite the drastic effect. No longer did he loom quite so much over everything in this realm, both his physique and height suffering as a result, and even though the beast still towered over him, it leveled the playing field by a significant margin.

“What is the meaning of this?!” The deity bellowed.

Gar could only smirk. “Seems you’re not as loved down there as you thought.”

Billowing fire blasted from the nostrils of the God as he snarled his rage. “You.” His voice dripped with resentment. “You did this.”

“Indirectly from fixing the problems you initially created, but yes, it was my doing.” Gar relished in the other dragon’s fury, enjoying how their bodies were undergoing reverse transformations. The God struck him in retaliation, and while it still hurt on a physical level, any injury he received was far less painful than before, to the point where he only recoiled a little bit. Things were about to get interesting.

He hurled some jabs back at the other dragon, each of his limbs getting in on the action, but even though they weren’t having quite the impact he was hoping for, his hits were still having an effect. The God looked more haggard than a deity should when dealing with a mortal.

Blows continued to be traded between the two as their sizes gradually leveled out, with Gar now eye-level with the being supposedly responsible for everything he’d gone through in his life. His punches stung with all the experiences he’d endured as a kobold, thinking he was just unlucky with his lot in life and not realizing that the world was set up to be the way it was.

The elements he controlled roared to life the more passionate he got. Flames left marks on the deity’s hide that water helped to painfully sizzle while earth deflected lunges that wind helpfully redirected. Electricity caused the other dragon to flinch, allowing poison to fill the air and cause a distraction, allowing both light and dark fists to hit unexpectedly.

The God of All Dragons flew across the ground, weakened after getting wailed on by powers he thought he had command over. Shakily he tried to push himself up, only to stumble when he got to his knees, keeping him on the ground supported by arms. “You might’ve bested me, but just remember there will always be others in your shoes someday, hungry and wanting to take you down to stand where you are. The vacuum of power attracts only the most corruptible. Stay on your toes.”

“I won’t need to.” Gar watched the other man writhe in place. “Whatever hurdles you put forth won’t exist any longer.”

Before the deity had a chance to respond, his body dissipated as the last of his energy slipped away, leaving nothing behind but a pile of godlike essence, positively bristling with power. The heavenly realm suddenly felt a whole lot emptier.

But Gar wasn’t about to relish in the silence. No, his sights were set straight on the draconic substance on the ground, watching as the biggest collection of power he’d seen in his life was drawn into him and immediately infusing itself within his body. He groaned in relief as the energy worked over his aching musculature, his chest heaving as all his pains seemed to leave at once. That was the most difficult fight of his life and he pulled through; it was something to be proud of for sure.

He didn’t even have a chance to think about what he would possibly gain from the God’s power before it hit him. Instead of his sides tingling with energy it was his back, more specifically the leathery wings that had taken him this far. Immaculate white feathers began to emerge along the base of his limbs, traveling up the leathery hide as that, too, changed to become something softer. Given everything he’d come to know about dragons, seeing one with angelic wings felt strange, but not as strange having them himself.

With a grunt he stretched out his wings as far as they’d go, the tips reaching a wingspan that anyone else would think was impossible to achieve. But the fun wasn’t over as they began to tremble. Not being able to see or reach around back there meant he could only perceive the sensation through feel alone, but it also meant he had no idea of what was actually going on. All he knew was that his wings felt like they were being stretched at a molecular level, causing him to buckle from the stress, the sensation of them being ripped apart getting him to grit his teeth until out popped three distinct sets of wings that could all be controlled individually. To say he was bewildered was an understatement.

But like with every other victory, this one didn’t just end there. All that essence had been amassing since time immemorial, saturating with power that one could only experience as a god. Millenia of worshipers contributed the divine reserve through concentrated praise, their prayers and glorification imbuing the energy with size beyond a person’s wildest dreams.

And now it was all his.

If he thought his chest was enormous before, it paled in comparison to the continental shelf he now possessed, which even then wasn’t apt considering how much larger than the planet he was. Each hefty pectoral outclassed the stars in the night sky, so swollen with beef that they could both eclipse thousands of planets at once without flexing. His back was equally as immeasurable, able to surpass the magnitude of whole galaxies, with many likely able to fit within the valleys of his broad musculature.

Every single one of his limbs got a boost to rival the feeling of his transformation into a dragon. Each one surged in size to the point where his hands could effortlessly touch their own biceps, while his legs ballooned greater than even the largest of black holes could muster, all rippling with more bulk than the world he came from would’ve seen in its lifetime.

And of course, that wasn’t to say anything of his tremendous tool, the head now towering well above his own and drooling enough pre to form the start of a new nebula. With no way to encircle it, his hands could only grope whatever was in reach, which was literal gigatons of dragon cock given how his shaft was wider than he was. He couldn’t stroke it so much as he could touch it with how prodigious his chest had become, but that didn’t stop it from feeling simply divine.

The sensation was so good, in fact, that his hips had started bucking on their own, sending globs of precum flying everywhere. Just his gargantuan schlong grinding against his colossal torso was enough to keep him going, his fingers curling from the pleasure that his fattened ballsack gave from slamming against the ground with every pump of his pelvis.

Heightened arousal coursed through his body faster than lightspeed as he let his desires run rampant. Preseed rained down on both him and his surroundings, coating the celestial ground in a layer of the translucent fluid that made him a bit surprised how it wasn’t like that before considering how good this all felt.

Time meant nothing to him in this realm, his cravings knew no bounds. It could’ve been seconds or centuries since his urges hit him and it would’ve all felt the same to him now. He reveled in the unadulterated bliss pummeling every nerve across his incomparable frame. With his status as the most powerful being in the universe firmly secured, he saw no reason to hold onto his inhibitions longer than he needed to and let loose.

What would’ve been an unfathomable amount of spunk not too long ago shot out from the head of his titanic length, painting the ground of this endless domain with a thick coat of pearlescent cum. The throes of passion had him roaring in delight as he blasted off rope after sticky rope like the lewdest geyser in creation.

There was no way of knowing how long it took to fully make him spent, his monstrous cum tanks having emptied themselves of everything they cultivated since the last time he got to blow his load. It was fun while it lasted, but it gave him just enough clarity to take stock of the situation.

In spite of his humble beginnings, he was now far and away the biggest thing in all of existence, this celestial realm his to use however he wanted, seeing as there was no one else who could possibly reach him there. It was a bit of a shock to his system when he understood what all that meant. He now possessed all the power that had been used to subjugate his kind, and since taking on all the Lords and winning he now had more power flooding into him as people cheered his name – Xangar. It was much to get used to, but he knew he deserved it after everything he went through.

The universe had been reset in his image. No longer did kobolds – or any other species besides dragons, for that matter – sit at the bottom of the totem pole, treated more like vermin than anything else. No more would people have to simply put up with injustices because that’s how the world was supposed to work. Now everyone was on equal footing in terms of status, and in some cases size. And it was all because of him – their benevolent ruler.

But there were other ideas of his that bubbled to the surface of his mind. That was only the start, and his ambitions rose to the same heights his body did. He wasn’t certain if anyone down on the planet even knew what had transpired, but he was positive they’d recognize the good he’ll be doing. The reign of Xangar would be one that people would cheer on forever.