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It was a cold and frightful night that preceded a very important nondescript Holiday and a nondescript jolly man dressed in red was having an avalanche of problems at the last minute, unable to fulfill his one and only purpose: to deliver presents to all those that deserved it and had behaved well over the year. Unfortunately, he'd fallen ill and no amount of warm chicken broth, cookies, milk and cold medicine could fix, not even his magic, as powerful as it was, could defeat such a pesky sickness.

"Surely it's my nemesis' doing." He sighed in between coughs and sniffles, his nose redder than usual, his beard a little less gorgeous and his mood rather foul. His wife stood by him, caressing him, her antlers scraping against the ceiling even while she sat on her favourite chair. "He got me this year."

"There's a first time for everything, honey." The reindeer smiled warmly and gave him another spoonful of medicine, her heart already prepared for the hardship the world would face that night. "But worry not, next year is right around the corner." Her huge presence was soothing, like a fireplace, and the fact that she was wearing her favourite clothes, a singular naked apron stretched obscenely around two godly mounds of motherly goodness and nothing else, was the one thing keeping the jolly man from completely spiralling into depression. "The children can take care of it this year."

"I fear it won't be enough." He sighed again.

"We can always ask for help, can't we?" She chuckled. "I do remember a rather big guy owing me a favour. He has a lot of experience with making people very happy, dragging big sacks around and generally spreading cheer and... other things. A very reliable dragon." The reindeer licked her lips and squirmed a bit in her seat. "We had fun back when I was still in my early 200s."

"Mh, that guy…" The man frowned. "Are we sure we can trust him? This is a very serious matter and there's millions of people who deserve gifts, he has no training and no magic to slow down time or my special spells to bring gifts, shrink into chimneys…" He rambled on for a good minute about the supposed help's lack of qualifications, but the more he spoke, the less he seemed to be willing to deny that, despite the shortcomings, he could still help a little. "I could give him enough magic to last the night… I am not going to use mine and the children have already learned how to cast their own spells." With great effort, he pulled himself upright and leaned on the headrest, his wife putting a few more pillows behind him. "I'll also have to write him a letter to explain everything since midnight is close and I don't have the time to summon him…"

"Not that we have the space to put him until you give him your magic, honey. He is a very, very, very large dragon indeed." For the second time she shivered with a not-too-well-hidden rush of wonderful memories that made her nipples harden under the apron. The man groaned. "Sorry, you know how I am. Go on, send the letter and the magic, I'll… work on an apology." She stood up and turned around, letting her husband of many centuries have a good look at her bare backside and the little tail wagging left and right as she sauntered out of the room, squeezing through the door as her wide rump nearly got her stuck.

The jolly nondescript man looked up and thanked the gods for the gift that was his wife before he conjured a quill, parchment and a bag. In the letter he wrote all that was needed to know and in the bag he put a considerable amount of magic for the temporary assistant to use to help save the day. As soon as he was done, he cast another spell and sent the whole thing to its destination with a series of spark and fizzling stars, then collapsed on the bed and coughed. Luckily, his wife returned soon, bridling around her muzzle, reins in hand and a saddle on her back, the good saddle. Now she wore nothing but those things, her naked breasts heaving as she grew more aroused, as was he. The worry of an unsuccessful night was melted as the two met on the bed and kissed, the reindeer swallowing him in a warm fuzzy ocean of breasts and muscular thighs.

Outside his home, the package flew at blinding speeds, thousands of miles an hour towards a remote region of the world, through blizzards, a couple deserts and even a bit of ocean trying to find its destination as quickly as possible until it did find it: great cave that opened to the insides of a large mountain, deeper and deeper in until it bumped into something huge and noisy. The package wasn't given much intelligence beyond being able to find its target and bother it until it responded, so it kept on hitting the large, scaled, gently gurgling wall until it got the attention of the thing attached to it.

"Mh what the…" Awakening from a good slumber, Segmentium yawned and looked around himself, seeing nothing of note, though behind him he could feel something tap, tap, tap at his sack. "Who's there?" He craned his neck but immediately gave up since no matter how much he stretched or attempted, he knew he could not look over the swell of his balls. "Ugh, right as I was having a good dream…" The bronze dragon grumbled, turning slowly, his sack dragged on the ground as he did his best to pull it out of the way so that he could have a look at the intruder in his domain. "MH?" It took several minutes to get his head where his massive nads had been and there he saw it, the package.

He sniffed it, but all he could smell was the musk of his own body, the smell of cum and a weak hint of vanilla, cinnamon and cane sugar. The package floated in mid-air, lazily wobbling until the big beast tapped it with a claw, cautious about the clearly magical nature of the item. With a bang and a cascade of fireworks, it unraveled and the tiny, human-sized parchment grew to match him until it was a tarp big enough to cover a house, its big bold letters easily readable.

"Segmentium, I require your help this year. I have incurred a grave illness and cannot deliver presents this year." The jolly man's voice echoed in the cave, clear and melodious. "I have given you magic and power to act in my stead. You have been assigned a corner of the world to tend to, my other children will take the rest, so that everyone is happy and satisfied." The voice continued. "There is enough magic to last a whole night, stop time for you and give you the power to give presents, then it will return to me when you'll have completed your duties." He continued. "You will have the power to fit in chimneys and through windows, to shrink and grow and conjure gifts, travel as fast as light and more." Segmentium yawned again. "My wife recommended you for help as you owe her a favour, so you better not disappoint her. Now, if you please, go and deliver joy to the world and have a happy holiday."

The letter fizzled out of existence and the bag opened: a wind burst out from within, glittering as if made of stars stolen from the very sky above, surrounding him in a haze of shining gold, seeping into his pores. A minute passed and then it simply fell on the ground as the massive dragon scratched his head, puzzled by the whole thing, yet feeling very compelled to agree to it even if he had other plans for the holidays. He got up and huffed, revealing that, underneath his huge belly, there was something, or rather someone, who he’d been smothering with his bulk. A dragoness to be precise, a very swollen and stuffed dragoness, whose backside was stretched immensely around the male’s immense, train-sized cock, the slab of breeder flesh surging as it dumped yet another load inside her womb.

“Damn… there goes my vacation plan…” Segmentium pondered for many seconds as his hips moved on instinct, casually breeding the lucky female, cramming tens of feet of prime dragonflesh into her, belching hundreds upon thousands of gallons of raw cum into her overstuffed, already immensely pregnant egg chamber. “How the hell am I even supposed to give presents to humans or anthros or… whatever else? I know nothing of what they would like…” The confusion was great. “What was she thinking, cashing in the favour at this time?” He picked up the pace, pinning the dragoness under him with a paw the size of a school bus, eclipsing her but not her gut as he came, belching uncountable gallons of seed within her, properly flooding her womb while still pondering what to do, as if breeding someone to a babbling mess was just as natural as breathing. “Let me ask Achak, maybe he knows something…”

With proper draconic magic, not the fancy sugar-laced stuff he’d just been showered with, still grunting and snorting and pumping enough batter to fill entire pools in mere minutes, Seg called upon the mind of a dear friend who spent far more time with humans than he did. It took a few minutes for the connection to be established and immediately the bronze titan’s mind was filled with the sounds of raunchy sex and the cries of a dragoness who was in much the same situation as the one he’d decided to bed for the day. A mind image superimposed itself over the cave walls and in focus came the body of a silver dragon whose hips were thrusting with wild abandon into the gaping tailhole of a very swollen female whose pussy was pumping out car-sized eggs every other second.

“Oh, hey Seg, how are you doing?” The two waved at each other, not stopping for a single second as they rutted their respective lays, thrusting harder to showcase to each other the amount of cock they were currently burying into willing receptacles for their mighty prides. “Is this a call to join you? If so, I am rather busy. I have a long line of ladies that I’ve knocked up and are about to lay.”

“How wonderful, it’s been a while since you’ve had a good post-lay breeding party. You should enjoy it, nothing beats the womb of a dragoness who has just laid, hardly anything more fertile than that.” He nodded, glad his friend was going to spend weeks making sure the recently emptied wombs would be filled with his seed again. “But I fear I am in need of your help.”

“Do tell.” Achak slowed down somewhat, still cramming thirty feet of thick cock into his lover, but taking part of his focus away as the female kept on pumping out egg after egg. “Is something wrong?”

“No, not quite…” The bronze dragon frowned. “You know the guy that lives up north? The one that likes giving presents?” The silver stud nodded, familiar with the person at the very least. “He is sick and has sent me a… help request of sorts.” Explaining the whole deal lasted no more than twenty seconds, but in that short timespan the two males dumped enough cum to flood streets into the wombs of each dragoness, the excess gushing from the females’ stretched vent and rump and mouth respectively. “What do you think?”

“Well I heard that humans tend to be born in warm seasons because they spend all their time inside during wintertime trying to conceive, right? They spend the cold months together and as summer rolls around and food is plentiful from harvest, they feed the recently born and wait for winter to do it all over again.” Achak recalled arcane information, tidbits of knowledge that had been utterly obsolete for several hundred years, but that for the two dragons might have well been recent news given their lifespans.

“That is indeed what I remember as well.”

Segmentium nodded, inching back as his cock slid out of the dragoness beneath him, great belches of seed oozing out of her abused pussy as he did, bathing his shaft, colossal sheath and ball in the process until all of him, all of the fifty feet of breeder flesh were out of her relatively smaller body. Compared to him, his cock was a perfect match, immense as him, thick as him, a perfect testament to the dragon’s virility, each crevice in his many yards of shaft soaked in sheath fluids, pussy juice and spent cum, bumps and ridges and veins. Achak grunted, instinctively pulling out to display his own gargantuan spire, just as oversized, virile and slathered in the juices of hundreds of females he’d bred to immobility. They smirked, flexing their malenesses, each fully aware of the other’s musk, size and skill, having competed in breeding marathons countless times and sired legions of eggs from just as many eager females.

“So what you’re suggesting is to give offspring to humans and all the other two-legged folk, yes?” Achak nodded at his request for clarification. “Normally it’d be a tough challenge, humans are small, but the magic I have been granted is specifically made to squeeze in tight places, grant wishes as needed and, I quote ‘keep my sack full’.” Both scoffed and chuckled at the notion. “Awfully rude of him to even think my sack has ever been anything but full of prime seed, but since we have… heavens, tens of thousands of women to breed tonight, I do think there will be a need to tap into such a power.” Achak’s cock surged, the flare swelling wider than a two-sided road, the cum pipe within yawning as his balls gurgled, already eager to be put to such strenuous work. He had clearly not expected to be roped in on the task. “I will share half with you so that you may assist me and allow you to move within the frozen time barrier, is that fine?”

“You’re giving me the chance to spend what could easily be the equivalent of weeks of constant rutting and filling a nation’s worth of wombs and you think I’d ever say no?” The silver stud scoffed in faux-mockery.

The two finished spurting cum and, with great excitement, strengthened their mental connection as time and space opened, in part thanks to the omnipotent draconic magic they each possessed and in part thanks to the powers the Jolly Man had gifted Segmentium. A portal manifested within Seg's cave and through it, reeking of cum and sweat, still hard and leaking, emerged a very randy and eager Achak. The very instant the two were in the same place, the thick, heady, orgasm-inducing reek of sex and rut thickened even more, a palpable, cuttable haze of virility made up of two competing scents that immediately began to fight, the two dragons not even attempting to fight for dominance. Merely being in each other's presence brought out deeply buried instincts in both, their bodies ramping up cum production to display their might, the two beasts' balls churning and growing bigger as their cocks belched forth enough spunk to wash roads and coat buildings with thick layers of seed.

"You smell strong as always." Achak sniffed the air, his lower half tingling as he drank in the stench. Segmentium did the same, openly licking his lips. The poor dragoness who he'd just finished bloating was sent into a cascade of endless orgasms as the two competing studs' brands of musk hit her abused nares and flooded her mind with enough pheromones to break it. "Shame this is a call for duty and not one for booty." The silver beast chuckled, the other did not. "It's a popular saying nowadays among humans. Booty means treasure."

"Ah yes, it makes sense. I wasn't aware the humans had harems too…" He nodded. "A good rump is indeed worth as much as a whole hoard, after all. I think the mortals will definitely enjoy our visits then." He licked his lips. "I think I know why that man asked us to help. If every year he is doing so much breeding, no wonder he is tired and needs rest. I'm shocked he lasted this long." They smirked, ever more convinced that they had truly grasped the core of the Holiday that they had been called upon to save. "And why he married Cassie, she used to be such an eager broodmare back in our younger days. They need a small army of offspring to make sure everyone in the world is nice and bred in one night."

"Truly, he is a man of great culture." Achak nodded as well, pawing at his massive cock, paw sliding over ridges taller than people as the train-sized spire thrummed with arousal, his flare swelling time and time again, knot ready to bury itself into every female he'd find. "Well? Are we to dilly-dally all night?"

"Apologies, I was trying to figure out how to start, but I guess we could just follow our instincts." He divided part of the magic and gave it to Achak, both dragons sharing the immense power he'd been given. "No time to waste then, let's just get to it, shall we?"

Tapping into the magic of the Jolly Man the two suddenly felt an overwhelming amount of houses to visit, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions. Their sacks churned as the magic meant to make the Man's sack of presents ever full, unable to manifest itself in the usual way, automatically found another avenue to put itself to work and made them swell, fatten and grow lighter and fuller. Great gushes of cum spilled from their piping, taints bloated twice their normal size, the organs bigger than buses as they strained to pump out the oceans of seed contained within those four sixty-foot wide swells.

"Heavens, this is truly a task made for us." Both huffed and walked out, dragging their balls behind them, trenches dug into the rock since, even with their weight greatly reduced, those ungodly heavy mounds of virility were still packing countless tons of seed.

Their wings spread and, in that very moment, when the clock reached one minute before midnight, time stopped. Their great work had begun and would not be over for a long long while. Carried by magic and wind, they flew faster than sound, trails of cum oozing from beneath them, splattering over forests and seas until they reached the first town assigned to their care. It was a small place, merely a thousand souls, with only a few hundred homes to visit, which would certainly be a good warm-up for them. Thankfully, the magic came with neat instructions and the two already knew how to use it, so, without hesitation, they separated and took each half of the settlement.

Seg, unsure of which house to go in first, blindly chose one at random, squeezing every inch of his sixty feet of height and nearly eighty of length into a chimney no wider than one of his scales, his balls so big they forced him to use a considerable amount of magic just to cram them in there. As he popped inside the chimney seemed to burp a puff of dark smoke and then, he was in. Space struggled to come to terms with his size, attempting to reconcile sixty feet of dragon into a space that was no more than ten tall and barely twenty long on both sides. The best thing his magic could do was to warp the very fabric of reality, allowing him to be both gigantic and fit within the confines of the house. Like a mirage, he was two things at once and the anthro dragoness sitting on the couch watching tv, still frozen in time, was unaware of his presence. Segmentium shook the soot off his scales with a shrug that made the house shake, meaning that he'd maintained his bulk even at his paradoxical size. He filled all the space in the living room he'd appeared in, his snout touching the other end as his balls were pressed on the wall behind, his cock spanning the entirety of the twenty feet, the only thing that hadn't been compressed well Beyond its usual size, merely shrunk to a third of its usual length.

"Let's see who we have here." The same magic spat a few tidbits of information in his mind and told him everything about his first ever 'customer'. It did, however, not tell him what she wished to receive."Luna Starlight, single, has been a... oh well, an extremely kind and gentle girl." Already his cock was thrumming and stiffening, buckets of raw cum spilling onto the ground, still under the same effect of spatial compression. He leaned in close and gave her a sniff: a potent, thick, mind-clogging desire to breed hit his nares and made his balls churn like roaring volcanoes, cementing Achak's idea that he was there to breed everyone in his list. "Ohhhh heavens this is one horny girl..." With a loud, mighty clench, his balls crammed a pool's worth of cum through his piping, so thick and dense it took seconds for it to reach the tip and fly through the air. While the size was compressed to its utmost limit, the mass of his cumshot was not and it would've crashed through the wall had the Holiday Magic not ensured everything was safe. "We-well, let's just..." He pressed his nares to her nethers and sniffed again, finding a hint of maleness trapped in her baggy pants along the urge to be bred to immobility. His shaft belched ropes that lasted ten seconds each, hundreds, thousands of gallons per clench, all condensed into hyper-compressed puddles. "Let's get you out of the spell and ready to receive your gift, ok dear?"

His eyes shimmered for a split second as he rescinded the magic around her, but only around her. In a moment, Luna's body was ripped out of the time freeze, her mind taking a second to realise that something was wrong before the stench of the feral beast beside him assaulted her senses. Seg's musk was thick enough and virile enough to send an experienced broodmother into a mating frenzy, for a mortal such as the anthro before him, he was simply too much.

She came on the spot, hard, shivering like a leaf as her cock shredded through her pants, spewing ropes of seed that splattered on the feral dragon's snout as her pussy squirted buckets of juices on herself, the couch and the expensive rug under her. For a solid minute within the frozen time she came and came, his musk priming her for the breeding that was to come, making her womb work overtime, swelling as ova were pumped into her chamber by the hundreds. The deep blue dragoness was panting heavily, her chest heaving up and down, nipples so stiff they were diamond-cutters poking through her nerdy superhero t-shirt.

"Hello dear, I am your Holiday present, here to deliver you what you desire most: to be speared upon a mighty dragon cock and feel yourself grow pregnant." He licked his lips and inched closer, his weight making her surroundings shake as his balls swelled and crushed a potted plant, a table and a lamp as the compression failed for a split second, nearly bursting through the wall. “Pregnant beyond every dream you’ve ever had.”

Segmentium huffed, pulling her onto the ground as his cock loomed over her. Luna’s mind unable to reconcile the fact that she knew he was over twenty times as tall as she was and yet fitting in her living room, be it because she genuinely didn't know how or because she was too busy cumming from the stench wafting off him to concentrate for more than a thousandth of a second. His offer, however, was understood immediately as her lower half needed no brain to agree to the suggestion. The herm's three feet of cock, admirable for her size, were stiffer than steel and leaked pints of pre, a far cry from Segmentium's base idle leak but still, enough to splatter her front and her motherly tits with her own goo.

Both waited no time, not that they needed to worry, but the call to breed, to fuck, to delve into their desires was just that great. Segmentium pinned her with his bulk as he backed just enough to line up his cock with her sopping wet pussy. By all right, there was no way to fit sixty feet of feral dragonflesh into a pussy that, while beyond wet, was just a few inches wide, yet as Segmentium pushed, his tip spread her apart and magic did its job, allowing him to fit more and more and more and more cock inside her. Luna squealed and came hard, able to feel every single of the five, ten, fifteen, twenty feet he'd crammed into her tunnel as if she was a dragoness of his size. His tip kissed the back of her womb and spat out a single, five second long rope of cum that would've bloated her to room-sized by the sheer volume of his output alone but that merely gave her a tiny bump.

It was as much confirmation as they needed to lose any restraint, their cries filling the living room as the two began to rut and fuck. The bronze feral beast held nothing back, his shaft spearing through her passage as her womb was spread wide open for him, half of his sixty feet ploughing her tunnel over and over again, his bumps, ridges, the swells of his maleness, the cum coating it, the juices of a hundred dragonesses before her, Luna felt it all, every excruciatingly wonderful inch of his cock. Logic was dead, physics cried as Segmentium bred them into obsolescence, focused only on pumping his cock in and out of her sopping wet folds and turning her into the first of many thousands to carry his clutches that endless night. Still, he took his time, breeding her properly, not even considering the notion that he could finish soon and move onto the next. He’d fill her right, stuff her and make sure she wasn’t anything less than perfectly satisfied with his performance.

His balls crashed on the ground over and over, his cock spreading her pussy lips wider than her body should've been able to, letting her feel what it was like to have her muff stretched around a shaft twenty feet in girth as nearly forty, fifty barreled in and out of her, hammering at her womb, gouts of cum, thousands of gallons strong bloating her hyper-compressed womb. He was still far from cumming, still sowing the ground that was her ripe womb as he approached his orgasm, hers much more numerous and chaotic, fruits of his cock’s wonderful anatomy, his mind-breaking musk and the skills honed in centuries of well-bred wombs. His technique was perfect, every thrust, pump, twitch and even his grunts measured for optimal and pleasurable egg-making, his skill more akin to art than anything else.

"How many eggs… are we aiming for?" Segmentium murred into her ear, breathing heavily on her neck, his tongue licking her cheeks and now bare breasts after he'd ripped the shirt free so that he may bury his snout in her wobbling, NNN cup tits, sniffing her scent in between gentle suckle of those mounds of wonderful softness. "Two... three… four hundred?" He knew she was already knocked up, there was no doubt about it, her fragrance had already shifted to the one of a well-bred female. He held nothing back, withheld not a bit of him as he kept on driving himself ever deeper until, with a resounding clap, his crotch kissed hers and a deluge of juices and cum splattered from their raunchy, sweaty, impossible union. "A thousand?" There was only a question of how many, though he was proud of never having had a female lay anywhere close to less than five hundred eggs per clutch, though he wasn't sure how his near omnipotent seed would fare with an anthro's womb. "More?"

Luna whimpered at the prospect of being filled so much that she'd be able to almost double the population of the town all by herself, creaming herself, her cock spilling ropes endlessly as Segementium's unending virility and the Man's magic fed her balls and gave her just as a bottomless supply of batter to spill over her soaked tits and open muzzle. Already she was pregnant, already she knew she'd be so egg-heavy she'd have to forget about walking for most of her pregnancy, already here tits were swelling, nipples growing fatter and thicker and more sensitive and leak milk by the gallon, her body having given up and accepted with pride that it'd be an egg factory for the stud's divine seed. She could answer no question, but needed not to, for he knew she craved more. A mere thousand might've been a good number, but she had been a very, very, very good girl and Segmentium would never do her wrong. His magic fed her womb, her body and her very being, his seed barging into her ovaries as he, after half an hour of pure, unadulterated feral rut, began to cum and bloat her.

Despite the compression, despite the space warping and the magic laden into her, him and the world itself, Luna's womb quintupled in size in a split second as thousands upon thousands of gallons of nut bloated his cock, ten full seconds between the first clench of his nuts to the moment where the torrent of seed filled her chamber to something that would've been house-sized. And that was just the first cumshot. The next and the one after that, then the others, ten, fifteen, each impossibly long, each carrying pools' worth of raw seed within a space that could've fit maybe ten gallons at most. For ten minutes Segmentium relished in the way she squealed and creamed herself, hormones raging through her body as her tits grew and became worthy of a broodmother, her hips widening, her ass fattening, her cock absorbing his very virility, stretching and thickening until it was a six foot long beast, tall as its owner, her balls smushed between the beast's crotch and hers, parted around the root of his sixty foot long pillar of dragonflesh.

Even with the magic, there was just so much space that a mortal’s body could have and Segmentium’s orgasm far outpaced that, his load quickly spilling from the stretched pussy lips and flooding the apartment. Ropes gushed between them, rocketing as the pressure rose too high and hit the walls, sticking to every surface and every piece of furniture until he pulled back, afraid to have overdone it. Pulling out completely made Luna cum a number of times yet again as the marvellous shape of his shaft hit all of her overstimulated pleasure spots as he painted her innards white the whole way out and then, to top his already exemplary performance, dumped what was likely a thousand more gallons on her tits, swollen dome and pussy lips. The moment he was fully out, Luna froze again, her body on the floor, legs spread, a gush of cum halted mid-air as bliss was etched onto her muzzle.

“Phew…” He panted lightly, then groaned as the magic refilled his sack to the brim instantly, making him feel as if he’d not nutted a single droplet, his body covered in sweat.

In a house on the other side of the town, Achak had scoured the homes for a good while, sniffing the air for a particularly juicy first target. After all, he had many people left to take care of and starting right was only a must. The air smelled cold and the mood was festive and, even with time stopped, it was lightly snowing all over the world. His cock was so very warm it melted the snow beneath him, his balls just as fat, heavy and warm, radiating their heat all over. Unfortunately, his sense of smell wasn’t too attuned to mortals’ desires, beyond the few that had managed to find him and ask him to bed them, so he was left at a rather annoying stalemate until the Holiday magic within him tingled at the edges of his consciousness.

“Oh?” He turned around, his sack swinging with such force that it hit a house and, had it not been protected, would’ve crashed through it and emerged from the other side, no different than if a wrecking ball had done the same job. Again he sniffed. “There’s someone naughty here…” His cock throbbed something fierce. He had thought that maybe beginning with a good girl in need of a good breeding was fun but why not start different and punish a naughty girl? “Let’s see who it is…” He peeked inside the three story home, at the highest floor and saw, atop a bed, astride an odd looking pillow, a rather curious being doing a rather curious thing.

He stared at the small male through the window and immediately he knew that the creature was hardly something he’d ever seen, definitely not biological in origin yet the desires the little thing oozed were definitely something he could understand. The store of information the magic had gently provided a summary of the mechanical being’s past year’s behavior: Grid, protogen, a little naughty, currently in the middle of using a modified ‘Dick-massager model 231-AA, aka the Soul-sucker’ he’d gotten the previous year and had abused very much. Achak opened the window and took a whiff, finding a very healthy atmosphere filled to the brim with a very thick stench of musk, cum and virile seed. While the creature was not biological, it definitely had the musk and desires of one, which meant he could make use of it.

Achak tapped in the Holiday magic and squeezed his large, fifty foot tall frame into the three foot wide window, balls popping in after him with a loud gurgle as tens, hundreds of tons of cum were crammed in the small space. Unlike Segmentium, he took some more time to explore the new possibilities he’d been given, moving about, sniffing the air, licking cumstains on floors and walls to try and figure out a suitable punishment for the protogen. The little thing was vanilla in terms of pleasures, having no big weakness or great thread of lust to pull on but there was one thing that appeared time and time again and that was a love for flooding the apartment in dragon nut.

“Messy little thing, huh?” The silver stud licked his lips as his flare swelled and his cum pipe belched a huge wad that joined alongside the dozens he’s already spilled all over Grid’s furniture. Had he not been compressed, the apartment would’ve likely been already flooded. His sack groaned, begging for release. “Well, let’s get started!” He murred and brought the protogen into the bubble outside of frozen time with him. The screen on the smaller male’s face flickered as it rebooted and came to consciousness, his cock stiff and spilling pints of pre into the masturbator it was stretching with its admirable girth and length. “Grid, you’ve been a very, very naughty little… protogen… and I am here to give you your punishment.” Achak huffed, giving the creature almost no time to figure out why he was suddenly staring at a walking, talking beast that was breaking all laws of physics as he was suddenly pinned on the bed with what felt like at least ten tons of raw, musky, throbbing dragoncock.

The bed groaned as it was suddenly forced to withstand the mass of a whole dragon pushing down on it, Achak’s paws at either side, his shaft and belly completely eclipsing all of it and hiding Grid from sight and the world itself under a mountain of dick and horny beast. Achak lowered himself until he was squeezing down on the protogen, then, slowly, began to grind and hump, his flare kissing the wall as it spat out ropes of cum that he drank himself, sating his own thirst while greedily teasing the smaller male.

“Come now, you’re being punished.” He chuckled, flexing his cock to lift it and give Grid a split second to regain his thoughts before crashing back down, making the magical protection on the house creak and strain to protect the integrity of the furniture. “You have been naughty and I am here to dish out a suitable sentence so that you may learn to be better next year around.” He dragged a compressed twenty, thirty feet of cock over the protogen, the girthy, train-sized rod and its road-sized flare oppressing the biomechanical creature in all the right ways, teasing his senses with a purely bestial stench and a call upon most basic instincts.

A cacophony of error noises, beeps and whirring fans barely escaped from the mountain of slick, throbbing dragon shaft as Grid’s processors struggled to make heads or tails of the situation, searching his database for any trace of how to proceed, his circuitry slowly falling under the influence of the feral beast’s musk as if biology and computer science mattered not to the huge stud.

Achak grinded his cock over the trapped protogen, smearing spent seed, pussy juice and cocksweat in abundance, his balls groaning and churning. Then, he felt something touch his flesh, something small yet stiff push against his underside as the familiar, needy signs of an anthro humping against his cock, slowly losing their sense of reason as they drank in his essence and virility. Behind him, his sack swelled, demanding attention and care, ever fuller and packed with cum. While slightly smaller than Segmentium, those silver orbs were actually fairly heavier and more packed with cum, though that mattered little since both could sire a massive clutch with but a gallon of seed without any problems as trillions, if not more, of swimmers populated that honey-thick sludge brewing day and night in their sacks.

Under his cock, Grid was feeling the full weight of tons of throbbing dragoncock, all of its heft, all of its power and none of the drawbacks, left with only a monolith of dick far taller than himself, its slick flesh covered in a myriad of nubs, of little crevices to explore and mighty ridges that would've been tall enough for him to hide under had Achak been at his full size and might. Circuits sizzled as the musk made them spark, fans whirring at full speed to dump tons of heat as the protogen overheated, his screen glitching with a thousand different blissful expressions.

"Hmmm I think you are enjoying this a bit too much, aren't you?" Achak murred softly and lifted himself up, leaving the poor protogen panting arms and legs spread on the bed that now had a cockprint etched into it, the mattress depressed around it as Grid was sunken into it even deeper. "This is supposed to be a punishment..." He pretended that this wasn't the whole point of his actions as the protogen's cock stiffened in the open air, hard, gushing, his balls swelling under the near-omnipotent presence of the breeder stud.

“P-please…” Grid whimpered, his cock throbbing in the open, buckets of precum already spilled all over his fur and visor, mixing with Achak’s own fluids in a dense, potent, skin-tingling mix, had the protogen shivering and babbling. “C-can you…”

“If you promise to be a good boy next year and behave…” There was no threat beside the notion than anything less than heartfelt apologies and a promise that couldn’t be broken would mean he’d take and leave. Grid nodded so hard his visor might’ve snapped off and flown away. “Alright then.”

The silver stud turned around but, instead of leaving, he used a sizeable amount of draconic power to lift his sack and, with a resounding, loud, house-shaking impact, dropped the multi-ton orbs over the poor, or lucky, protogen. The bed collapsed despite its protections, no damage done to the being swallowed by so much dragon nutflesh that he wasn’t sure where he was anymore. Nearly instantly, Grid came, feeling the churning and gurgling of cum through the thick walls of the dragon’s sack as the musk, the warmth and their unending activity sent sparks through his blood and circuitry until, barely three seconds later, the protogen was cumming his little brains out.

And, be it because of the Holiday magic or be it thanks to Achak’s influence, cum gushed in absurd amounts for the small frame of the anthro, pints turning into gallons turning into dozens and more as the deluge of proto-batter gushed from beneath the dragon’s sack. He huffed, half-impressed and half-feeling like he’d been challenged as he too, decided it was a good moment to show off. His sack surged, his cock flexed and slapped on his belly once, twice, thrice, his knot fattening as the piping from nuts to flare tripled in size as his cumshot rocketed out, almost unable to be compressed by the magic around him, instantly flooding the place before the arcane energies managed to turn the tens of thousands of gallons of pure dragoncum that would’ve turned the entire building into a pile of rubble over to a more manageable foot-thick layer of batter.

The beam of cum spewed by his piping made the walls shake and rock, splattering on everything, mostly himself, knocking open doors, lapping at windows, kept inside as he came and came and came, his load greatly compressed, Grid’s own not and since the little guy was so very productive, the mix of virile batter soon reached waist-high levels, rising ever higher and higher.

Achak pulled back minutes later, having successfully punished the protogen for his misdeeds, his sack not one droplet less full, the apartment fully flooded and likely ruined, his body crammed out of the door as he barged into the hallway on the other side of the door.

After such a promising start, the two took no time to themselves and threw their focus on the next gift-receiver, Achak passing through the keyhole of an apartment, greeted by a couple of alligators in a sixty-nine on the couch, snouts buried in each other’s pussies, while Segmentium emerged through a lit fireplace into a living room with a vixen surrounded by friends around a dinner table, all foxes liker her, al females. The bronze stud sniffed the air and found that each of the four females was on the list and each had been good and kind the past year. The prospect of going from one needy dragoness to five vixens as his first two homes sent his breeder instincts into full gear, his cock thrumming like a war engine as ropes of alabaster seed arched and coated the five friends before he’d even brought the first out of the time freeze.

The very instant Segmentium welcomed the homeowner into his time pocket, the vixen’s eyes lit up and her body heated up with both need and arousal, her nipples hardening, her pussy gushing upon merely feeling the cum ooze off her fur and see the mountain of dragon before her.

“Oh yesyesyes!! I begged for kids for years!” She yipped and threw herself upon the spire of dragonflesh, slobbering over it with desperate need and pure, unadulterated joy. “I always wanted to be a mother!” She was somehow already naked, her clothes tossed on one of her friend’s heads, panties on a plate of mashed potatoes.

“Then a broodmother you shall be, my dear.” Segmentium nodded, his sack gurgling and humming with equal joy at the prospect of giving her what she truly desired.

He pushed her on the table, his paws spread around her as she was pressed under his cream-coloured belly, her pussy lips gaped when he slid into her and began rutting her hard enough for the house to rattle a bit. Her friends seemed to stare at her, their eyes locked in time and yet glued to her as she was being bred and filled by tens of feet of immensely virile dragoncock, her womb sated and pumped full of eggs. She swelled like a beachball, tons of seed sloshing within her, his grunts loud as could be and yet unheard until, while still cumming, he pulled out and brought the closest of the other vixens into the time pocket, wasting not a moment before bending her over next to her already immensely pregnant friend and sheathing his cock into the second vixen muff of the day. One by one, Segmentium bred them all, moving around the house as space grew more valuable with each womb he bloated to bed-sizes, his seed flooding the floor, balls crushing furniture into splinters, pumping pools of nut into each and every last one of the vixens. Watching them lay on couches, tables and on the floor, on the bed and atop a kitchen counter, legs spread, pussies sore and sensitive, wombs more than sufficiently stuffed, he almost wanted to stay and keep going, but his herculean task was far from over and indulging in only five females when he had thousands waiting was just a waste…

On the other side of the town, Achak was muzzle-deep into alligator pussy as his cock plunged in and out of another, the twin sisters all too eager to become mothers together instead of having to chance it out with a lesser stud. Grid had left Achak awfully pent up, the little critter’s libido high enough to influence his own but unable to allow him to breed the protogen into a blimp. Luckily, the two reptiles underneath him were all the more willing to help empty his sack and receive their steaming hot, dense, virile presents.

With a loud grunt, he pulled his muzzle up, his snout scales still slick with the older twin’s juices as his cock speared through the younger one, his flare bloating her belly so very thoroughly that he was able to grind the massive swell on the muff he’d just stopped eating out through her sister’s belly scales. His wings knocked over lamps and more as he approached his climax, his thrusts deeper and deeper, their cries higher as they sought to cum together, their mouths locked in an incestuous kiss. Murring, Achak came, hard, his cock stretching a few feet wider inside the younger alligator’s muff, the load brewing in his house-flattening sack so dense it took seconds to travel and then, instantly bloat the gator’s womb triple its size. Both twins came together as he pumped thousand-gallon ropes of cum into that already stuffed womb, then more and more and more still, unable and unwilling to stop until he and she were satisfied.

The older twin came like a firehose when Achak pulled out of her sister and, after flashing a cock slick with her flesh and blood’s juices upon it, buried it from tip to knot into her the very moment his flare had shrunk enough to pop out of the womb he’d just blimped. Not even three seconds had passed between one alligator’s stuffing and the next, the silver breeder efficient, virile, his seed unending, his reserves bottomless and his eagerness to breed and cum and fill womb after womb just as relentless. He kissed her, letting her taste her own juices, her sister’s and the flavour of pure virility as his hips turned the couch she was on into scrap wood and torn fabric, his seed barreling into her womb as deep as his cock could go, his knot swollen inside her lips, sealing her and him together tightly. Maybe too tightly.

“Ah damn…” Achak tested his knot after fifteen minutes of constant cumming, grunting, pumping and bloating the womb he was invading and found that the damned thing was still very much stuck and didn’t seem like it’d go down anytime soon. “Guess I have to wait…”

The silver breeder sighed, scratching his back as he tried once again to pull the lucky alligator, soon-to-be broodmother and sure enough, she was a bit more than stuck. She was cumming so hard with each pump of his nads that she was keeping him stimulated and herself squeezing down on his knot as he kept on bloating her womb with more cum. Achak huffed softly, then squeezed himself through a chimney and emerged outside, his balls impacting the ground so hard after a twenty foot drop that they flattened a car and turned it into a metal cookie that was covered in dragon nutsweat. Beneath his belly, the alligator wobbled, her belly a good six or seven feet wide, which meant it should’ve been at the very least, three times as big if not more, but the spatial compression was doing wonders.

His paws left huge musky prints on the ground and his balls erased them as he dragged them behind, scraping on car paint, pushing vehicles apart as those godly, over sixty foot wide swells easily surpassed the width of most roads in this tiny town. His path left a trail of musky prints all over and made sure the place would smell faintly of sweaty, virile dragon nuts for a long few years. Each step made his temporary-lover-turned-cocksock bounce up and down, her belly pulling her and the cock stuffed in her muff lower, but the thick bundles of muscles kept it nice and straight, as a proud dragoncock should be.

While he waited, he explored the place, mentally making notes of who to go after next, the Holiday magic informing him of every little detail he needed to have to make sure everyone was happy. Halfway across the town, he heard the familiar sounds of rutting and breeding, along with the unmistakable gurgling of a certain bronze stud’s gargantuan cum tanks, so he diverted his path and turned towards those sounds. In a park, he saw Segmentium, surrounded by a pile of bloated guts a quarter as tall as he was, his cock stretching a ferret’s belly as he huffed and began pumping mighty ropes of cum inside her, each pump lasting ten, fifteen seconds, carrying oceans of seed as whatever she couldn’t take simply spilled from her abused pussy lips and splattered on his sack and the ground.

“Heavens, how many is this?” He gave a quick count by smell, needing not to use his eyes for such matters: the stench of at least ten well-stuffed females hung heavy beneath the breeder’s reek. Segmentium lifted his eyes and smiled, not stopping for a moment as he continued to bloat his latest charge, granting her the joys of motherhood like the ones before her. “You’ve clearly taken this with too much seriousness.”

“Mh…” The bronze stud grunted, snarling as he hilted himself fully within the ferret. “It is our duty and we have many more wombs to fill.” He let out another grunt as he pulled out, his cum having grown denser with each orgasm as his sperm multiplied in greater numbers. “How many have you taken care of?”

“Uhh…” He recalled. “Three? I took my time, you know I love some sensual, slow mating.” He flexed his cock to make a point, the flare buried deep into the alligator swelling as it delivered another thousand-gallon rope, bloating her to nearly ten feet wide. “And I was a tad careless and knotted this one too hard. Been stuck for twenty minutes now… or has it been more?” He leaned down on his flank, keeping her from being buried under his belly with a paw that immediately went to caressing her pregnant dome and stroking his cock through her stretched scales.

“That is very much behind schedule.” Segmentium rolled his eyes, leaning down as well, catching his breath as his sack gurgled, refilled again, his cock slickened with well over two dozen female’s juices and about a lake’s worth of cum.

“We have a schedule?” Achak chuckled. “Time’s frozen, take it easy. Those tens of thousands of eager, soon to be broodmothers, aren’t going anywhere.” The silver beast shrugged, testing if the knot had swollen enough and, with great pleasure, he found that it had indeed shrunk just enough to get down and pull out. The alligator hissed upon being suddenly no longer filled with such a huge cock and at the cold air kissing her sore walls, but unable to move as she no longer shared the time bubble with the two breeders. “We can go slow.”

“Oh come on Achak, it is a daunting task, we can’t dilly-dally, even if we have as much time as we possibly need. Whatever this magic is, it is not endless and I am not willing to do a poor job.” He rolled on his back, cock poking like an artillery cannon, aimed at the town around and pumping out excess cum in ropes that arched many dozens of yards and spread over the area, painting roofs and yards in a different sort of white. “But I guess you’d want to take it easy.” The jab was launched. “You go slow, don’t worry when you fall behind by a few hundred pregnancies. No shame in not being able to keep up with me being serious. I’ll leave you to this quaint little town and go to a bigger one, breed that one and move on. When you’re done, contact me.” Segmentium had a huge grin plastered on his muzzle as he idly pawed off at his cock, skillfully aiming it left and right to make sure that there were hardly any places where his seed hadn’t touched as he intentionally undid the spatial compression. His full-sized loads arched and surged, mighty beams of alabaster that rained over all that was in their path.

“You sly salamander.” Achak huffed, knowing full well the bronze stud meant none of it and yet unable to ignore such a blatant challenge. “Fine, we’ll breed this town and then, when we reach the next, begin a tally of who finished their half first.” The silver dragon stood up, picking up a frozen passerby returning home and, with expert, practiced movements, unfroze her, undressed her and slid her over his cock after ascertaining she was ready to become a mother of one of his many clutches. “Now, you go get some rest, I’ll catch up.”

“Sure sure, as if I’d let you do that.” Segmentium snorted and rolled back on his feet, knocking down a few trees with his tail as his sack flattened cars and pancaked them. “Good luck!”

Achak, left with no choice, quickly made a resolution to pick up the slack because, while there was certainly a greatness in slowly getting through every last one of the people on his share of the list, there was also the matter of his pride. While the challenge was a playful one, it was a challenge that was aimed directly at his pride as breeder stud. His cock speared into the latest of his 'customers', stretching her womb wide and full, barrels of seed spilling inside her before he'd even finished searching for the next lucky lady that would grace his cock like a stretchy condom. His balls gurgled as he dragged them around, causing a small, acceptable amount of chaos while trying to find an area with a dense population of future broodmothers. Thankfully, he did find a large, fifty-odd-person party in a large ballroom that Segmentium hadn't touched yet and, with no hesitation, barged inside and made himself known to those within while mid-orgasm.

"Alright everyone, I am rather busy Tonight and I don't have the luxury of giving everyone a personal, custom breeding session so, all the ladies…" His cock surged, his sack churned as he pumped the lucky hyena strapped to his cock, which he'd picked up from a car after having dumped the one from the park after having blimped her belly to the size of a compact car. The fifty people before him were treated to the sight of a Achak only around half compressed, standing thirty feet tall, well over twenty five feet of cock jutting from his sheath and stretching the hyena till she was a large condom over his mighty erection. "... get in line, undress and make sure you're ready to get pregnant. The guys can get behind me and give me a hand, my nuts will need a massage if I'm to knock everyone up in a timely manner." Had this had happened in a less festive, celebratory, slightly less drunken setting, Achak would've had to put more of an effort into convincing some forty ladies to rip their panties and bras off and line around his cock to get fucked silly and bred into being unable to move while the males crowded around his sack and began sniffing, licking, kissing and grinding, worshipping the superior stud's overpowering musky sack. "Good, now let's get breeding."

With still awkward movements, he removed the hyena from his shaft and deposited her onto a large table, which promptly crashed under her tons of compressed cum gut. His cock was free for all of ten seconds, the time it took for him to pick the next female to pump full of eggs, and in such a short time, he felt tongues and lips explore his flesh before it was once again covered with a giraffe's magically bottomless pussy.

Segmentium smelled the reek of Achak getting into the proper mood, having stopped himself from claiming that juicy party he'd noticed a while before, in part because he wanted to get through some very specific targets he'd scouted and could not resist from indulging in private. He removed himself from the top of a bus, his cock slipping out from the hole he'd carved into the flimsy metal frame, adding a few finishing touches as cum oozed from every imperfect seal in the vehicle, the occupants within covered in layers and layers of seed he'd spilled on them, driver included. The suspension of the bus sighed in relief when he stood on the ground with his own legs instead of crushing it, his cock throbbing and belching huge ropes that added more layers of cum to the paint before moving on to a cute divorced dragoness that had been wishing for a strong male's companionship for the night.

Bit by bit, house after house, breaking into via keyholes, chimneys and doggy doors, Seg bred his way through the town, filling womb, ass and mouth with virile dragonseed, flooding apartments and offices while those who were working late or celebrating a party with their coworkers lay all over desks, chairs, sofas and in piles, swathes of the town painted white. It had been hours since he'd last seen Achak and when he returned to the ballroom, he smiled as he saw that the other breeder stud had decided to be efficient and dragged what must've been over a hundred people from the area around the epicenter of his 'lair' and bred them one after the other, forming huge, two-story tall piles of swollen wombs and stuffed rumps, his body covered in perspiration and juices, his cock so stiff and warm and flush with blood it steamed visibly, the silver stud's musk thickened to the point of turning into a palpable haze that wafted off his scales.

"Look who decided to take it seriously…" Segmentium leaned down and gave a sniff of the closest twenty-people pile around him and shivered as the reek of all those well-bred wombs made his cock tingle with the competitive urges of a breeder, his body demanding he cram his cockflesh into those sloppy holes and fill them with his own seed. Instead, he huffed, fuelling his own competitive spirit. "Now that you're in a better mood, shall we go to the next town?"

"Mhhhhh…" Achak grunted, his hips almost unable to stop humping the air, one last mortal's rump stretched over his spire as he continued to cum inside it. The last of those in town that were eligible to be stuffed moaned as he was kept over the mammoth cock, squeezing it with his woefully inadequate muscles in a vain attempt to milk even more dragonseed from the stud's steaming cum tanks. "S-sure..." He huffed and stretched, regaining some of his composure. "Shall we?"

"Mh." The bronze breeder nodded and climbed atop one of the taller buildings to use as leaping platform, taking a jump before opening his wings, Achak soon behind with the moaning lucky mortal leaking a steady stream of cum from the stretched rump gaping around the other stud's shaft.

The next town over was even smaller, only a couple hundred people, most of them gathered together in a single meeting hall, happily celebrating the holidays with plenty of wine, food and party games. The arrival of the two breeders was unexpected, of course, but hardly something that those gazing upon their immense forms, towering over everyone, could deny or refuse. Segmentium took the right half of the party, Achak the left one, both slowly breeding their way through the masses, one womb at a time, bloating them, flooding them, occasionally alternating with a juicy male rump or a hungry maw, stuffing themselves inside without pause, their cocks ever stiff, their balls ever full, each cumshot growing in power, amount and duration as if the strain of so much effort was bringing out the true breeders within them. As the second town saw every adult turned into a huge white, musky canopy of dragonseed, both studs were pumping out multi-thousand gallon cumshots, their sacks swollen bigger by at least ten feet, many tons heavier as a thick layer of breeder’s sweat oozed from their pores and made them reek even more than they already were.

The two took a moment to breathe, grabbing one broodmother each and nursing from huge, motherly breasts as the seed within those wombs made the females rush through the stages of pregnancy and caused them to lactate. Gushes of milk rose in the air, frozen in time like their owners, some higher than others, with the occasional timestopped male latched onto one of the stiff nipples.

Without hesitation, dragging ever heavier nuts, the two breeders were about to take flight once again but, right as their wings opened, they noticed someone that had been left behind. The feline was behind a wall, frozen with a large stash of panties stuffed in his pants and backpack. A quick sniff told Segmentium that those panties were stolen by the people they’d just finished breeding, leaving the large stud confused.

“Who do we have here?” He pulled up the information via magic and looked closely at the thieving cat. Another sniff told him that the cat had been enjoying himself while watching the orgy and, instead of joining, had decided to be a naughty little kitten and gathered over two hundred panties, some bras, and a few pairs of male underwear. Nothing else. “Deleon… oh my we have a very naughty one.” Segmentium licked his lips: he’d left the naughty ones to Achak since he far preferred to get one more pregnancy than to punish the mischievous one. “Stealing underwear… mh… marking of territory that wasn’t his to claim… oh and vandalism. Huh, well I know which bronze dragon’s ass he tagged on the wall and that’s not mine so… punishment it is.” The large beast huffed and brought the little thief into the bubble.

“Oof!” Pawnce tripped and fell, his backpack opening and depositing a large pile of wet panties onto the cum-slathered ground, fur soaked in seed almost immediately. “Oh damn. Uhm, sorry?” He already knew why he was now being confronted. “C-come on, guys, I was just uhhhhh taking these to the cleaner’s, t-to wash them?” The boner in his pants betrayed his intentions, not that the words he was speaking were of any efficacy.

“Come now, Deleon, we both know you are quite the naughty kitten.” Segmentium tapped the feline’s chest and cut the strap of his backpack with a claw, tossing the many pairs of underwear into the closest foot-deep puddle of steaming cum. “Tagging walls with Hal’s fat ass on public property… marking all sorts of places…” He leaned closer, looming over him, cock throbbing and spilling huge ropes of cum over the closest house, batter impacting onto the walls with heavy, almost meaty thumps.

“My uhh my name’s Pawnce, by the way.” Trying to deflect from the topic, Pawnce blushed and found himself pinned between a cock and a hard place, the wall of dragon in front of him at full size, uncompressed, the train-sized cock aimed almost directly at him.

“Don’t you try and sneak out of this.” The dragon huffed, giving the bulge in Pawnce’s pants a long, sultry lick. “And you need to get punished for it.” He hooked his teeth in the cat’s pants and ripped them, freeing a very sizeable cock from their trappings, a cock that gently bapped Segmentium’s snout and left a print over the breeder’s bronze snout scales. “I think you need to… hmm.” Segmentium was in a bit of a pinch: the feline was a hornball and any punishment he could dish out would not be wholly effective.

As he stood there, looming over Pawnce, the cat was left to stare at the wall of cock four times as tall as he was, musky, hot, huge and gushing more cum than he could spill in a year every other second. Sure, he was being punished, or would be, but how could he resist such a heaven-sent chance to enjoy a dragon’s breeding rod? He threw himself over the large cockhead, fur instantly covered in hundreds of layers of pussy juice and spilled seed, drenched, his own shaft finding the stud’s cum pipe and slipping inside. Pawnce purred as he shamelessly began to hump and fuck Segmentium’s godly cock while the dragon’s ponderedd how to make the little thief learn his lesson.

“Hey!” Segmentium looked down upon feeling a small, though only by size difference, shaft tickle his cum pipe and saw Pawnce licking, kissing and hugging his cockhead as he ploughed his shaft. Each pump of his four story-tall balls drenched the cat in even more cum, nearly making him lose his grip and fall into the town-wide puddle of seed. “Hm… that’s not a bad idea.” He pondered as the kitten continued to mewl and fuck his cock as if it was a cheap fleshlight. “Alright, I’ve decided on your punishment.”

It took a small spell to bring Pawnce away from his shaft, cock slick with gallons of dragonseed as the big breeder gave that sloppy crotch a lick before lining Pawnce with his cock once more. However, instead of allowing the cat to shove himself into such a prime, divine spire of dragonflesh, the dragonflesh began to push against the cat’s cum pipe. The Holiday magic, meant to allow the Jolly man to squeeze himself into small holes, worked overtime to allow nearly seventy feet of dragoncock into a shaft three feet long.

“We’ll see if you keep being so randy when your sack is full of only my seed.” Segmentium grunted, the tightness of the naughty cat’s cock greater than that of any womb he’d pumped full of cum that endless night. “What a tight hole you have… but not for too long.” He murred softly, inching forward as he kept Pawnce suspended with magic, cramming more and more and more and more cock into a space that truly had no reason to be able to hold so much.

Pawnce was feeling every inch of it, as if his length had stretched to match the dragon’s own, ten feet, twenty feet, thirty feet of dragoncock shoved down his own, cum already pumped into his sack, bloating it, fattening his nuts ever bigger and heavier. He felt it all, the thousands of gallons, the girth of the dragon’s shaft, the weight of all that cum and the tingling of his seed losing the evolutionary battle against Segmentium’s breeder swimmers. Like an amateur runner competing in the Olympics, there was no chance his feline seed could last and win. Yet the cat felt no shame, for it was not shameful to lose against such a prime cut of studbeef and, most important, Pawnce was just shameless enough to relish in such wonderful punishment.

Achak watched with rapt attention, using one of the less full broodmothers-to-be as fleshlight, pumping her already full womb onto his cock as he jacked off with her, casually flooding more of her ovaries with extra pools’ worth of cum, his or Segmentium’s he cared very little for. The bronze breeder grunted, almost bottoming out into Pawnce’s magically enhanced cavernous cum pipe, knowing it’d gape forever even with the extra capacity, then moved on to actually breeding the cat’s shaft and sow his seed within those kitty balls.

Sounds of meowing and deep, bassy rumbling echoed in a frozen landscape, lost to all but the three of them as Segmentium felt his orgasm approach, his sack churning and squeezing, his seed eager to be put to work, unaware that it’d not find another womb to fill with eggs but a naughty kitten’s already full sack. With each thrust, Segmentium pushed a dozen yards, then more, into Pawnce’s bloated maleness, his tip buried deep into the warped depths of the feline’s anatomy, belching ropes of seed that only increased in frequency and intensity as the stud approached his monumental orgasm.

“Mh… hope you like siring dragon pups for the rest of your life… or at least a few decades…” Segmentium grunted and hilted himself fully, seventy feet of prime breeder flesh stretching the cat’s shaft in its entirety, the tip so deeply set that Pawnce swore he could feel it in his sack as it began to gush with rivers’ worth of breeder batter.

“MHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Pawnce came, but there was no chance that he could find any release at all, not with his cock plugged up so thoroughly and, even if he were able to, what would be spilled wouldn’t be his own seed, but the dragon’s.

The horde, the legions of swimmers coming from the depths of Segmentium’s mountainous testes rushed, each sperm many times the size of the cat’s as they collided, won and replaced every last one of Pawnce’s swimmers. Barely a second had passed and already he’d be laying on behalf of the dragon and not himself for years, two seconds and he was destined to decades of dragonseed sloshing in his sack, three and more and his balls began to swell, sloshing, churning, gurgling as they fattened, pushing his thighs apart, dropping so low and growing so heavy they were a second, separate person attached to his groin. A full minute and the size of Pawnce’s sack was twice, thrice his own, twice that in weight as legions of sperm alien to him swam in his gonads and replaced his own. And, in doing so, changed him: within the magical hold Segmentium had over him, the feline’s sack grew scales, huge bronze shields identical to the ones of the dragon, a sheath formed around an increasingly reptilian shaft gifted with feline barbs and a lovely, fat knot.

“Ohhhhhh I should do this more often…” Segmentium purred, pulling back after no less than five full minutes, his cock emerging from Pawnce’s abused, gaping shaft, the cat still in the middle of a host of changes before his very eyes as height, muscle, cock girth, length and musk were all greatly enhanced to match his very own. “Now I don’t even need to be present for my seed to spread and my clutches to be sown into fertile wombs.” The bronze beast puffed out his chest right as Pawnce came, his twenty foot wide balls surging in the beginning of an orgasm of draconic proportions right as the time bubble retreated and froze him mid-cumshot, a beam of white rising from the foot-wide cum pipe. “Shall we?”

“Finally, I thought you’d keep me here for the rest of eternity.” Growling softly, Achak stood up, pulling back the warm fleshlight he’d kept on pumping full of cum as he watched his close friend punish the now surely repenting cat. “But I will have to take this method for myself.”

“Copycat…” The bronze dragon chuckled and took flight, headed for the next town, with Achak close behind.

Even as they flew forth, further and further away from the beachheads of their breeding conquest, the effects of their power, virility and the gifts they’d so generously given to all, continued to experience time despite the lock on time. Different magics weren’t meant to mix together, especially not magic that held such fine control over a whole planet and billions of people and draconic arcane powers. As dragon seed was deeply imbued with the power of its owner and the two beasts could move outside of the temporal lock… so did any effects that being filled with an Olympic pool’s worth of cum might have. Luna slowly grew to match her deepest desires, bigger, more pregnant, her body ever closer to resembling Segmentium’s feral nature, Grid’s cock still growing, his balls swelling with excess seed, Pawnce’s unable to stop swelling.

The next place they visited was not quite as small as the others: it was a proper city, a few tens of thousands of people instead of mere hundreds. It was just one of many like it scattered across the world, not even the biggest one, but the sheer number of people the two needed to tend to was so daunting that even they felt small in comparison. But, merely because they were outnumbered three thousand to one didn't mean they'd not succeed. Like before, the two split the city and its population in two halves and moved on, cocks ever stiffer, not having realised yet that they were growing, bit by bit, their bodies ever stronger, cocks ever longer, balls ever heavier as if each successfully bred womb or ass was able to add size to their already immense bulk.

Achak sniffed his way around empty roads, tall buildings many stories high, his balls now no longer completely rolling over both sides of streets, only the smaller ones, which left him much, much room to keep growing. Trails of cum spilled over asphalt and many more brands of cars and vehicles, his sack so heavy it cracked the road, bypassing the protections with ease, crushing the occasional car or truck by accident as he turned around or stopped to examine if there was a large enough concentration of people to begin his work. Eventually, he did find a place that was good enough to get going after his twenty minute break. Already his cock was throbbing madly, the large shaft breaking into an open window at the top floor of a ten story office building whose lights were still lit as the employees celebrated the festivities with a large party. The silver stud murred when, without bothering much about going through each of the people and instead decided to go for bulk breeding first.

The time freeze was rescinded right after edging for several minutes, his balls crashing into the front of the building time and time again. The two hundred people inside the main hall of the offices, most of the employees save those that had separated and found hidden closets, bathrooms and places to let the booze do its thing or just to take a break, saw the pillar of musky, cum-soaked, pussy-juice-infused slab of dragonflesh stare at them for a split second before he let the rivers of cum flood the place from the highest floor down. They had but a split second, for Achak had timed his orgasm perfectly, his cum already halfway through his piping, his taint bloated immensely with the ten-thousand-gallon strong cumshot that impacted the wall across the hall, punching a hole through it, the wall behind and the one behind that still as the excess spread over the floor like ocean tide, sweeping tables, chairs and people off their feet. Waves of thick dragon ball batter rose inside, crashing into windows and shattering them, grinding glass into fine dust, people unharmed but not saved from the assault of eager sperm swimming inside that honey-thick roiling sea of seed.

Clothes were of no obstacle for the silver dragon's seed, his virile batter finding ways to slither between legs and up ever wetter muffs and fill wombs, taking root within them instantly, long before their owners even knew what was happening. Doors were removed from hinges, windows slammed open, staircases flooded as thousands of gallons of nut flowed down, down, down, invading the lower floors, opening every hall and bursting out of windows from those too. Floor after floor, room after room, Achak turned the building into a cum-soaked testament to his virility, closets not safe, storage rooms, bathrooms… all were claimed in his name. Wombs swelled before he'd even finished, eggs blossoming, multiplying, granting huge motherly bumps to all females, herms and cuntboys and sloshing cum guts to males alike.

As he pulled out, he waited a second before placing the time lock on the building, watching with pride as rivers of nut flowed from the open front doors, cooling in the freezing winter night. Without wasting time, he shrunk and entered the building next to it via the AC vents, his musk moving faster than he did, preparing the ground for him as he fucked his way down, apartment after apartment. Unstoppable. Unshakable. Endlessly cumming and eternally hard.

On the other side of the hundred-thousand-strong city, Segmentium stared at a large gathering of people at a night market, stalls with sweets, treats, toys and mulled wine dotting the landscape as hordes of people moved in between each, purchasing all sorts of odds and sods, stuffing bags, purses and backpacks with presents or foodstuffs to enjoy. Unlike Achak, he decided to go after the people one after the other, inching his way through the city square, his cock sinking into womb after womb, personally filling each of them with enough dragonseed to paint the entire place white. As he moved, he left huge, bloated bellies behind, cum spurting in large columns, frozen in the moment, his paws leaving huge cummy prints in the melting snow. One, two, ten, fifteen, forty, fifty, a hundred, two and then three hundred people, not one wasn't stuffed, not one missed the chance to slide down his cock, to feel his shaft surge and belch its loads into their guts, to be impaled all the way down to his truck-sized sheath until he'd pull out and move onto the next one with barely seconds between each 'customer. The more he hung around the area, the more his musk thickened, spreading like a noxious, mind-altering fog, staining concrete, steel and metal with his stench, his balls carving a path into the ground as constant emptying and refilling forced them to grow bigger, heavier, more densely packed.

The bronze breeder's balls had long since gotten so dense they were almost twice as heavy as he was, yet he marched on, his muscles more powerful with each freshly stuffed womb. Cycle after cycle kept him at the very peak of his virility and, like a mortal going to the gym, all that working out was having noticeable effects on him. He noticed, of course, but only after he stopped for a few moments to take a breather, his cock left to shimmer under the city's lights, his eyes looking into the reflection upon a tall, glass-covered building.

"Oh my." Segmentium let out a loud huff.

He needed not to have a tape measure to know he'd grown ten, no, fifteen feet taller at the very least, now well over eighty feet tall, closer to ninety, more muscles packed on his frame, his cock nearly twenty feet longer and five or six feet thicker. His balls… those needed not to be measured, they stretched quite a lot on either side, taller than he was, heavier than he was. The realization made him grow even hornier because, despite many centuries of life, he'd stopped growing. He thought he'd reached a peak and now he knew it had just been a matter of having to abuse a viciously delicious cycle of cumming and refilling his nuts. And now, he knew exactly what to do to get even bigger.

He flexed one last time, feeling the bulk and the power coursing through his muscles as his cumshots grew more and more potent and abundant, his cumshots racing across the air and hammering the faces of buildings, raining down in huge, car-sized globs, caking windows, ads, neon lights and more, some entering open windows and flooding apartments without him even having to try. With renewed energy, not that he needed it at all, Segmentium returned to work, happily digging into an anthro dragoness' pussy with his tongue before plunging his enhanced cock into her muff and sliding all hundred feet of it as deep as he could go.

She slid over his flesh with ease despite his size, her womb taking in almost all of him, an impressive sixty feet of prime cock, already impregnated by the seed that clung to his flesh, guaranteed a rather immense pregnancy by the remnants of his earlier orgasms alone. Yet she’d not be left with merely that, she’d been a good girl, she’d get a really large clutch. His balls bumped on windows and walls, flattened cars, female after female after female, males thrown in the mix too, some, like a certain naughty kitten, were granted the honour of being the ones to spread his seed even further and fill many more wombs with his clutches in his absence. His mental tally rose ever higher, already the first city had brought him to over one hundred well bred wombs, the second tripled that amount and now, he was quickly approaching a thousand. Never had he been given such an endless supply and he’d be immensely wasteful not to take full advantage, no, to partake in the joy of the Holidays without putting his full devotion to it.

A few blocks away, Achak slumped, craning his neck to lick at his balls, so full and sore from being constantly refilled with each orgasm. Sure, he was used to fullness, to being so virile he couldn’t ever get them empty, but this was honestly a bit much, a wonderful thing but still, the strain of his nutsack so taut and gurgling so very loudly might’ve been a roaring engine.

“Might need to find some place to dump some of this load and take a break.” He murmured all by himself, the male whose rump he’d just filled frozen in time as a geyser of nut spilled from a three foot wide donut he’d given the perverted man as a gift. “But I don’t think there’s a lake here to replace and…” He prowled about, occasionally stopping to fill someone as he searched for a suitable place to fill with seed, but no matter where he looked, there were no places that were worthy of the task. Until…

From a small shop set in between bigger buildings, a sweet, savoury smell emerged, though it wasn’t the usual smell of candies or pastries, no, it was something far more alluring. He veered off course immediately and found himself in front of the little pastry shop, a cute little thing barely two stories tall, full of guests and reeking heavily with the stench of cum, milk and sex.

“Well well well…” Achak huffed softly, sniffing at the entrance. “Looks like the owner of this place is someone after my own heart!” There were cumstains on the windows and the floor, the sweets themselves were laden deeply with a salty, gooey glaze, the flavour of milk thick and creamy.

He tasted many sweets and, as an apology for the theft, left those from whom he’d just stolen full of a healthy dose of dragoncum within womb, mouth and ass before squeezing his frame past the entrance and emerged inside the kitchen. In front of him eyes rolled over, hands clamped over a generous, fat cock, was a female raptor with a very thick, heady, potent musk. She reeked of cum and sugar, her cock and balls swaying in the frozen air, her tits gushing milk as buckets of collected seed, many milk bottles filled to the brim, some toppled and currently losing their contents over the slip-proof floors. The kitchen hardly resembled a kitchen, it was more akin to an alchemical laboratory of old, not the witchy kind however, the sort of thing a succubus might have. He sniffed her and, oddly enough, didn’t find the raptor to smell like a succubus, just a very horny and excessively virile herm that had apparently successfully convinced her customers that cum could do just fine as glaze for cookies and donuts.

With a grin, he freed her from the grasp of magic and, almost immediately, felt her cum splatter on his muzzle as the raptor’s shaft throbbed, twitched and fired gallon-sized ropes directly on him. He licked the creamy, gooey, almost fruity batter before making himself known to the bliss-stricken reptile.

“I see you enjoy cooking in a most unorthodox way, my dear.” Achak purred softly, giving her twitching rod a lick as he savoured her cum still. “I am in dire need to empty myself, you still have so many bottles and barrels and tubs to fill…” There was a pause, both knew where this was going to go already, kindred spirits, perverted, passionate and, most of all, always pent up. “Go fetch me the biggest tankard you have.”

Sandy, so she was called, spoke not a word and rolled a large, thousand-gallon beast of a container she kept for… special occasions and for extra large batches of glaze or that one time she was commissioned a 7 layer cake as tall as her and needed an ungodly amount of frosting. There was a very convenient, very oddly-shaped funnel connected to the tank, a funnel that looked suspiciously like a fleshlight moulded after Sandy’s own pussy.

Achak flashed her a grin and slid his cock inside the toy, feeling the tightness of it, the warmth of his flesh seeping into the toy, the way the magic compression made him fit snugly but not so much that a good, mighty flex wouldn’t shatter the metal and plastic.

“Mind getting behind me? I could use some… stimulation, dear.” The silver stud wasted no time and began to move as a wisp of a levitation spell brought Sandy from the floor right at the door of Achak’s gargantuan rump and the heavenly donut nestled right in the middle of the two bus-sized cheeks. “And don’t hold your tongue, I love it sloppy.”

He’d barely said two words that she was already hugging his tailhole, the large, soft, puffy rim of flesh taller, wider than she was even while compressed to allow him to fit in the tiny kitchen. Her arms reached and squeezed the dragon’s hole, her tongue sliding over sweat-slickened gorges in the otherwise unblemished rim, her cock rubbing brazenly, openly, slowly against it. His huffs echoed alongside hers, above the raunchy sound of his spire sliding in and out of the homemade masturbator. Heavy, meaty, mighty thumps rang out time and time again as he filled the container with cum, still far from orgasm but not so much that each of his ropes wasn’t street-flooding already. He pushed the Holiday magic to its utmost limit, giving the container more space than what your average small-size tanker ship might’ve been able to hold in a conveniently compact form, any more and things would’ve begun to truly mess with the fabric of space.

A few thousand gallons, ten thousand, more and more and more before he’d reached climax, sloshing inside the near-bottomless container, Sandy rimming him with passion, her cock slipping in and out of his donut, giving it a nice coating of her special glaze, her nipples digging lovingly into his flesh, further coating that softness in white. Her body pushed against his taint, feeling it thrum and hum and stretch over each pool-filling spurt of dragonseed until, a throb mightier than all nearly sent her tumbling down the vast, hill-sized swells of his sack.

“MH!” Was all that he said as he came as hard as he could, attempting to get some respite from the endless fullness of his sack.

The container bulged as the first proper cumshot impacted the other side with enough force to grind concrete into sand, the metal sheet kept intact only by layers of magic as ropes of seed tall as a person gushed out of his cum pipe, truly immense, worthy of his status. His sack clenched over and over, veins appearing on its surface, his taint triple in size, the rippling and shaking making Sandy lose her footing and be thrown right in between those orbs, squeezed lovingly by two masses of surging nutflesh, like a musky, sweaty, loudly churning massage. Each shot made the container strain and complain, the cum inside surging like waves at high-tide, rising taller as an absurd amount of seed sloshed within. And, with each shot, it filled more, more, more, and more, so much so that Achak could feel it grow heavy enough to have turned nearly unmovable as tens upon tens of thousands of gallons of seed swam within. It was easily enough dragonseed to impregnate an army of full-sized dragonesses in the deepest of heats, and still he was cumming… and growing. Every pump pushed his form to grow bigger, his muscles more defined, his balls wider, heavier, fatter, his cock mightier, girthier, longer, a beast even more fitting of his role.

Dwarfed by his own sack, Achak continued to chase after that relief, able to feel it for brief moments in between each burst of growth until the tank was full. Yet he was not done and, with magic, he conjured a second one, an empty copy that was immediately baptised by his batter. For close to what should’ve been half an hour he came, growing many feet taller, nearly fifteen, almost twice that in length, his cock even more so as it poked from between his forelegs, his balls towering over him. He pulled his spire out, covered in slick cum, still belching rope after rope and, as a thanks for the owner of the kitchen, quickly replaced the paltry excuse for a pussy with the real deal, sinking into Sandy’s muff and breeding her atop the sloshing container of raw dragon cum.

The musk-addled raptor woman was hardly able to do more than beg for the silver stud to claim her, to fill her, to fuck her and turn her into a cumdump, which he eagerly, happily and dutifully did, his shaft sowing her womb for its glorious clutch, pools of seed sloshing inside her egg-chamber, so virile both felt the swimmers tickle upon their flesh as the woman’s ova were gangbanged into a quivering mess and fertilized with merciless perfection. She squealed, his virility feeding into her, making her grow in turn, adding inches everywhere that mattered until he felt himself come down from his almost endless orgasm.

“Phew…” Achak wiped some sweat from his brow, feeling refreshed, his lips finding Sandy’s now quadrupled tits and nursing from her creamy milk to sate his thirst. “That really hit the spot.” Pulling out ended up flooding the foggy kitchen with a thick layer of uncompressed cum, walls, ceiling, cooking equipment and more all slathered in musky spunk. “You should have enough cum to last yourself for a few decades.” He glanced at the two full containers, each brimming with untold gallons of spunk, likely enough to cover a good chunk of the city in white. “If it does run out beforehand… just reach out.”

But that’d be very very hard to do. He’d likely spilled enough to last her a lifetime, unless she went truly overboard with her… business. With his balls slightly emptier than before, satisfied, Achak moved on to the next objective, immediately finding a nice and busy avenue to peruse at his convenience, his nose sampling the most fertile of females and herms and cuntboys while his balls flattened a few trucks. Still very much in the mood for some heavy-duty loads, not entirely willing to shrink down or take time to get everyone bred one-by-one, Achak merely positioned himself at one end of said avenue, watching the sprawling scenery before him. Already his cum was flying through the air, arching many dozens of yards, hundreds, thousands of gallons per shot even, spreading his seed all over the place.

While the people were stuck, his sperm wasn’t and before he’d even removed the temporal lock, many were already pregnant, but that didn’t mean he’d not ensure they were going to be even more pregnant. He huffed, grunting loudly, claws digging into the concrete and asphalt, tail crumpling cars into scrap metal and shattered electronics, his cum pipe yawning wider, wider, wider for yet another load as he pumped out the first ropes of his two hundredth orgasm of the night, still as virile, potent, abundant, if not far more so than the very first.

Beams of white flew through the air, splattering with heavy, almost meaty thumps over walls, cars, people, stands, trucks and more, covering each and everyone, everything, in thick layers of ball batter that just kept on coming. People were shocked, of course, but the musk, the taste, the feeling of wriggling sperm within the dense sludge, making them stuff muffs, asses and mouths with handfuls of dragon cum as the source gladly gave them a thousand times more than what they would’ve ever wanted. Long before he’d finished, the road was a flowing river of white batter, the people stuffed, musk-drunk, excessively pregnant, yet he still had more to go and, while a few braved the musk fog and climbed atop his balls to lick, grind, kiss, worship, feeding their lust into him, making him grow, swell and feel their adoration for him, he grabbed the closest female to him and sheathed her over his cock, just enough to feel her womb caress his cocktip before bloating her with a pool-filling cumshot.

The avenue flooded, buildings were painted white, his paws crushing vehicles as he marched through it, his balls licked and worshipped, his cock adored by multitudes, and when he finished with that one street was completely ruined, forever tainted with his musk, he moved on to the next one, and the next. One after the other, growing bigger, hornier, fuller, more hung as feet of height, girth and length were added to all of him, from tail to taint to snout. His claim soon began to extend beyond merely bloating wombs and instead, was put upon the very city. And in the middle of the road, adored by the crowds, was a spire

His musk spread and, eventually, hit a wall of equally thick and potent breeder stench coming from a different direction, alongside heavy, thundering stomps of something truly immense and huge.

“Rfff…” Segmentium sniffed the air and frowned. “So he’s already gotten his grubby paws to this area, huh?” The titanic dragon was over a hundred feet tall now, his body barely fitting between the large street that functioned as main artery through the city, his balls scraping against buildings on both sides, his paws wider than a train car, his cock so huge it forced him to spread his limbs just to walk around it. “Guess I’ll find another place to…” An idea formed in his mind, his shaft throbbing in agreement, rising and crashing down onto the road, cracks spreading over dozens of yards as consequence of that simple flex. “Or another city entirely…” Segmentium smiled. “Yes that’s a better idea.”

Why compete for a small settlement when he could take another for his own personal breeding marathon? Surely there were enough cities in the region to share, and… he was growing too big for this one already, might as well move someplace else. And so he did, taking flight, his balls knocking the tips of skyscrapers off, his idle leak adding a few more tens of pregnancies on his way to the nearest populated centre a few miles away. Huge ropes fell down from the heavens, flattening trees, crashing into rooftops and marking his path. If people could look up, they’d see something bigger than an airplane fly above, then feel a warm, salty wind descend and send them in a breeding frenzy before the rain of sweat and cum and juices landed and splattered beneath the moving behemoth.

His arrival into the next city was not welcomed with a fanfare or celebrations, but the same quiet stillness as before, yet his presence, his musk, his virility was of such power that it felt as if the fabric of reality itself gave in a little bit, just a little. It was, however, the first step of many.

“Now, let’s get working.” With great pride, cock stiff and primed for stuffing, Segmentium eyed a hole in the ground where people were in the process of going in and out, a subway, if his knowledge of mortal languages was true.

He knew not what a subway was, but he could smell thousands within the network of tunnels within it, the tunnels spread across the entirety of the city, which meant he had quite the convenient way to begin stuffing this place. Licking his chops with hunger, Segmentium pushed his cock inside that puny little hole, his shaft so massive the spatial compression struggled to make him fit, the concrete around the stairs cracking as he slid deeper within, the tip deep piercing the very ground, mashing tiles into powder with its nubs, ridges and crevices. He relished in the notion that even magic nearly omnipotent was beginning to fail to contain the glory of his growing body, the sheer might of his virility, the size of him, his everything that was approaching physics-breaking proportions.

His balls gurgled and surged as his arousal did the same, his precum turned into pure cum, washing down in multi-thousand gallon spurts down the tunnels, his sperm assaulting wombs with greed and excitement as they too grew bigger. The tiny tadpoles that he’d been brewing for a while could no longer make do, not in the least, their size bigger with each shot of batter he happily gave to the city and its underground passages. If the people had been aware of what was happening, they’d see the rivers of nut batter squirm with billions of nearly-visible swimmers beelining towards them all, but they were blissfully unaware even as the tide spread through the subway and reached stations far away. Still Segmentium kept breeding the very ground, his fat cock breaking the concrete and asphalt as if they were mere tofu, his shaft so great and immense it pierced layers upon layers of piping and more to emerge in the line deepest under the road and baptize it in his seed as well.

With a great roar, the bronze behemoth spread his wings and his legs, mashing his sheath against the asphalt as he buried every last foot of himself into the road and came, his nares flaring as he smelled his cum spread through the tunnels, the reek of dozens, hundreds of pregnancies blossoming beneath him tickling his senses, feeding into his power, making him cum harder and more abundantly.

The first manhole to explode with a geyser of nut was mere yards away from him, having resisted a whole two minutes of his orgasm, followed suit by the one next to it and the one after that. One by one the entire street erupted in a chorus of bubbling cum rising ever higher in the sky, reaching the point where Segmentium’s influence on the flow of time no longer had a hold and froze the pillars of white froth in place. Storm drains erupted, manholes flew up, entrances to over a dozen subway lines across two miles around the cumming beast belched the endless load they were receiving into the streets. Segmentium huffed, licking his lips, balls groaning with bliss as they spat out countless gallons of pure spunk with no restraint, his seed assaulting so many mortal wombs and more that he could not count them all, merely passively aware of satisfaction rising across the city thanks to the mental list of those who had received their gifts. Swathes of land were bathed, seeded and impregnated several times over as his cum spread.

If knocking up the many hundreds of people had made him grow this big, the thousands that were unknowingly added to his growing broodmother ledger truly granted him power untold as he grew, visibly, quickly, undeniably becoming something he’d never even thought possible of achieving in his lifetime. A hundred and ten, twenty, fifty, sixty feet tall, two hundred long, his cock matching his length and then some, balls surging with size as the sperm swimming inside the honey-thick sludge grew fatter and more eager to spread his clutches to more and more wombs. Segmentium inhaled, shivering at the smell, the stench of his own virility and pulled back, his cock leaving a gaping chasm behind, having grown while still buried deep into the ground, the hole over fifty feet wide, two hundred and some long, filled with cocksweat and an absurd amount of cum alike.

As he stood up, he flexed his muscles, feeling a rush of raw lust as he watched bundles of flesh thicker than steel cables dance beneath his scales like armies of snakes desperate to escape. Segmentium howled and flexed harder, his limbs squeezing on each side of his godly cock as he came right away once more, not even having finished his city-flooding climax as even bigger, thicker ropes of seed, a nearly solid beam of pure ball batter racing through the air, propelled by a taint the size of a semi-truck and fuelled by twin swells over two hundred feet tall. Each of his nuts eclipsed most of the buildings around, each entirely devoted to pumping out as much cum as they could as the torrential output impacted onto the tallest building around after having flown nearly five hundred feet in the air.

The impact rocked the city as the protection around the world quaked and struggled to keep the structure intact under the pressure of Segmentium’s rekindled orgasm, windows breaking, globs of pure white splattering all over in a rain of virile seed that added even more to his growing tally of bred wombs. A vicious cycle had begun: the more he came the more he spilled, the more he spilled the more wombs he impregnated, the more his clutches grew the more he grew. He came and grew, grew and came, for half an hour he continued, sweat pouring down his hide in person-sized drops as he breached two hundred feet tall, two fifty, more and more until he towered over the entire city and the whole population had been touched in its entirety, no male, female, herm or otherwise forgotten as his cum spread over many square miles of land. Panting, he collapsed, attempting to find the breath to continue and move onto the next city as his three hundred foot long beast of a cock continued to belch his seed from a cum pipe that now was wide enough to resemble the subway tunnels that he’d just filled to the brim.

Sixty miles away, Achak smelled the musky winds approaching from where his friend had headed and the stench of it made his own back half shiver and churn out a particularly fat rope of raw cum that bloated the mink-turned-condom that he’d been using for a while as he made sure that the city had been thoroughly bred and filled. Large swaths of land had been turned white, buildings covered under layers and layers of spunk, manholes bubbling as cum clogged the piping.

Removing the mink and placing her onto a sixty foot tall pile of similarly well bred wombs, Achak rose in the air and headed for another city, making sure to stop and flood a couple fields with his seed and give the many eager farmgirls, farm boys and families their own gifts of fertility and virility, the soil feeding upon his essence as the land would surely become able to produce immense amounts of rich foodstuffs as soon as the next day arrived.

The next city welcomed him with quiet stillness, modern, slick, full of exciting technological gadgets left and right that he did not care much to investigate. From what he could see, and smell, this was a rather libertine place, with many, many shops advertising items both for sexual relief and enhancement. The silver stud licked his lips and found this to be the perfect place to continue his crusade against empty wombs, his nose leading him towards a most peculiar of places that reeked of cum, juices and all sorts of lewd and perverted things: a public milking parlour. At first he thought it was about cows, for he knew the mortals loved to drink milk, but the stench of seed and the many people with their cocks buried in faux-pussies and even some in real females and males embedded in walls with their backsides sticking out of comfy padded holes.

After taking it upon himself to help Sandy and her bakery, he had come to enjoy the feeling of cumming just to cum, to fill a container till it backed up and then keep going, merely for the sake of feeling countless gallons of seed surge out of him. He entered and huffed, feeling the stench of sex, sweat, cum, pussy and pure lust in the air tickle at his nares, a far cry from anything he could produce even on a day of extremely light breeding, but that was nothing he couldn’t fix right away. Refusing to hold back his already overproductive sack, Achak toured the facility, leaving huge trails of ballsweat and cum in his wake, giving all of the volunteers stuck in walls a try, one after the other with great efficiency, bloating womb after womb, ass after ass, sampling tight rumps, loose muffs, motherly and experienced pussies and near-virginal male holes with great enthusiasm, his thrusts cracking walls and breaking concrete, balls demolishing walls as the constant torrential output failed to keep up with his blessed production.

So deeply was he lost in the myriad of sensations, rotating pussy after pussy that he forgot he’d come here to enjoy himself and to push his cum production to greater levels still, though adding three dozen freshly bred holes to his tally was the salty icing on the cake. He bred and filled his way through the facility until he found what must have been a very VIP section of the building, for there were more than just two-legged options available: taurs frozen with massive cocks buried in mechanical milkers, with hordes of small employees polishing sweat-covered balls or offering their own holes to sate their customers’ hunger. Feral beasts too, pets or maybe intelligent creatures such as himself, took residence deeper still, both being bred and breeding, customer and worker alike. One particularly saucy booth was filled with a titanic male gryphon buried so deeply inside a kobold’s rump that his cock poked from the mouth as another kobold sucked on the gushing flare that had speared through their kin. But Achak wanted to see what lay at the very end, the very apex of service of what this wonderfully debauched place could offer him.

Hidden behind a chromed door, stuffed in a slightly chilly room that looked like a spaceship, was a creature unlike anything he’d ever seen before: of metal it was made, not flesh, but yet it looked soft and pliable, taller than most. He gave it a sniff and murred, taking the creature back in flowing time with him.

Silver blinked as a wave of pure male breeder stench hit hir senses, the warmth and the sheer presence of the next customer before hir dwarfing hir massive body in ways that hir mind did not quite comprehend. There was some space warping going on because shi knew the dragon looming in the far too small room could never hope to fit, especially not with such a gargantuan cock and balls that, by all rights, were likely bigger than the building itself. Yet shi was a professional and knew how to act, not that shi needed to feign surprise as the beastly breeder approached and shoved his godly cock in between hir legs. Shi felt the warmth of that slab, the stiffness and the countless gallons of cum pouring out of his sack into the pool behind hir.

“Welcome…” Hir words were sultry, in part thanks to hir training, in part because shi was genuinely aroused by the sight. “... here to unload?”

“Yes, that and so much more…” Achak snorted, muscular neck craned to look the metallic creature in the eyes. “What can you do? I’ve never met someone such as you before.”

“Anything.” Shi shapeshifted a few times, adding size to hir breasts, balls, ass, giving hirself more assets, more heft, girth, moulding hir lower half around the dragon’s cock and giving it a light massage as the metal hir body was made out of flowing like living water. “Just ask and I’ll do it.”

“I want… to cum… hard… as much as I desire and need.” Achak grunted, his sack surging, expanding, warping space even more as the magical containment failed under the strain of keeping all of that nutflesh down to a manageable level. “I want to fill you.”

“Of course.” Silver gulped: shi was sure that shi’d end up a bloated balloon, if the thousand gallon shots he was spilling every second were an indication. “Let me…” Shi attempted to push him on his back, but the mass compressed into the beast before hir was many, many times hir own despite hirself weighting many thousands of pounds. “Ah…” Hir cock surged with arousal, meeting such a creature was making hir feel all sorts of emotions, but nothing that shi couldn’t deal with easily.

The metal goo flowed and reformed, hir body coalescing into hir standard form as shi enlarged hir cock, tip kissing the dragon’s own and pried it apart like a curtain. Achak waited no longer than a second, advancing like a tide, cock slipping inside the cold, pliable, soft innards of the impossible creature of living metal. Both huffed, as cock brushed against cock, flesh in goo, stretching it in ungodly ways as tens of tons of mass moved about.

“Hope you’re stretchy enough for… what’s to come.” Achak pulled back just enough to get his paws into place, then thrust with all his might into Silver’s unnaturally stretchy cum pipe.

The ground quaked, the building shook and Silver’s cock yawned as a draconic shaft wide than a road made its way down hir plumbing, reaching deeper than it had any right to, smushing hir goo left and right until it descended straight into hir balls and fired a multi-thousand gallon shot of compressed cum. Hir metallic self bloated with each shot he pumped, hir balls surging in size, heft, weight, bloating out like a carpet of roiling chrome, steel-gold nutflesh struggling to hold all that batter in all the right ways. Shi leaned back, hands cupping hir tits, playing with those five hundred pound heavy orbs stuck to hir chest as hir mass skyrocketed. Each cumshot added a decent fraction of hir original weight, without fail, every time, feeding hir, fuelling hir as shi felt hirself grow bigger, heavier, stronger and oh so very fuller than ever before.

Achak quickly forgot there was someone living attached to the godly cock-milking tunnel he was buried nearly balls-deep within, his mind too busy thinking of just how much he could spill if he truly meant to go all out without restraint. The metallic flesh around his spire squirmed, molten and yet cold, distinctly hard like steel and yet pliable like a well-bred female’s cum-stuffed womb. The stench of sex thickened, his balls gurgled, his cock thickened, his taint bulged and his tongue lolled out, drooling over a lust-stricken Silver too engrossed in the process of having hir sack stretched over metric yards of land with more cum and mass than shi’d been able to possess since shi’d come to be. Hir body weighted a fair few extra tons in pure cum, and still the dragon hadn’t cum.

The unnatural walls clinging onto Achak’s shaft were divine, wet, silken, as if engineered for the express purpose to make any cock feel as if it was being caressed by hordes of hands, licked by a million tongues and crammed into the wettest pussy to ever exist. For a normal two-leg, the pleasure might’ve been enough to blast a load immediately, but for Achak, whose cock was the equivalent of thousands of lesser shafts, the assault on his lower half was a heavenly nightmare. Only a will stronger than the steel he was currently ramming all that cock in could hold a candle to the goo’s godly muff.

Shi squirmed, shrinking the rest of hir body down so that there could be more of hir to stimulate the gargantuan beast with, hir fluid matter encompassing more of Achak’s cockflesh, hir balls gurgling as they converted magic-infused cum into mass for hir to use to grow more and put more of hirself at the service of the stud turning hir cock into the most luxuriously decadent sleeve on the planet. Shi engulfed his back half with a torrent of silver goo, hir facial feature nearly gone as all that was left was a stretched cock, a pair of nuts that spread over the entire room and the desire of feeling cum surge through hir body.

Stimulated beyond mortal limits, fuller than he’d been since walking in, desperately holding on for just a few more pumps, Achak stood on a cracked floor as their combined weight made the very ground sink and the walls to bend and warp, regular steel twisted by their immensely heavy selves until he hilted every last inch of his shaft into hir, knot popping inside the very tip of Silver’s bloated spire and came. The world quaked for a good mile around the orgasming stud, buildings rocking back and forth as a tide of cum so immense and thick it simply refused to be compressed surged into Silver, fighting against nearly godlike magic to spill in their unrestrained volume. Hir balls sextupled in size within a split second, the flow of nut having just begun, the floor crushed and pulverised, the walls caved in and turned into rubble as an avalanche of silver nutflesh poured out of the VIP room into the rest of the milking parlour.

Ropes of batter that would’ve been as thick as a train car were dumped one after the other inside the roiling ocean of silver goo, tens, hundreds of tonnes of pure mass, Silver fed with enough matter to keep hirself growing to contain such immense amounts of seed, but only just barely. Achak came again, the number of his orgasm having reached the latter half of four digits, yet this was the biggest, most potent, most virile of them all as he pushed himself to cum harder still. And the more he came, the more he grew, unlike Segmentium who had learned to harness the bliss of a fertilised womb to fuel his growth, Achak merely needed to cum. Yet the magic around him was stronger, already compressed by the building. His gain in size was lesser than his bronze counterpart, merely twenty feet taller, a cock just about twenty five feet longer, balls that were only two and a half times as tall as him, bringing him to one hundred and ten feet tall, one hundred and forty long, his cock one hundred and sixty, his balls bursting out of the building and sending cum-slathered rubble into the street as those immense orbs grew more and more and more. Hundreds upon hundreds of tonnes of dragon lay upon a sea of silver goo, cumming to his heart’s content as the metallic creature beneath fed upon his seed and grew with him.

“FFFFFFFFFFFFFcccccck!” Silver detached hirself from the still cumming monolith of dragonflesh, hir body irreparably changed, half as tall as he was, dozens of times heavier than shi’d ever been, hir balls so huge they had crushed through floors, ceilings and buildings in their expansion as hir growth was not protected by the holiday magic as much as Achak’s own was. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmoreee!!”

Hir body shifted and changed before his eyes, taller, bigger, turning around until shi was able to shove her house-sized pussy over his gushing spire and impale hirself on it. Shi continued to feed upon his essence, but there was too much, simply too much, and he still was cumming so hard that had shi not been between his river-like output, he’d have flooded the entire city in minutes. Half of what he spilled into hir was turned into mass for hir growth, the rest stored but so enthralled shi was in the pleasure that shi lost most of the control over hir goo and the unplugged cock spat out the millions of gallons of cum that shi’d been filled with. A tower of white rose in the chilly air, taller than most buildings, uncompressed, flowing like an angry otherworldly disaster through the streets. It was pure white with flecks of silver, forming a river of glittering stars. Sperm the size of fingers squirmed within the tide, burrowing into wombs by the hundreds and thousands, spreading Achak’s legions of brood despite him being solely focused on turning Silver into a building-sized cumdump.

The dragon grew and with him shi grew too, hundred and forty feet tall, hundred and eighty long, a cock that broke past two hundred and thirty alone, balls so big they pushed buildings aside in their desperate attempts to reach monstrously large sizes and contain all the cum brewing inside them, failing and succeeding at the same time as hundreds of thousands of gallons of tar-thick seed made home in Silver’s stadium-sized womb every other second. He came and grew, grew and came, his body ever more muscular, strong, devoted to making him cum harder and longer, until he felt his seed slow down and his orgasm halt.

The milking parlour had turned into a pile of dust, its customers safe, pregnant and bloated, but had the concrete and steel managed to survive the ordeal, it’d have been only a quarter as tall as the silver breeder for the stud had well over doubled in height, his body a monument to virility. Silver had been fed, made bigger and heavier by orders of magnitude, hir body nearly as big as his as shi kept on converting what might’ve been billions of gallons of cum into pure mass, hir form so large and pregnant-looking she would have knocked buildings down with the dome on her belly.

“Thanks for the fun.” He murred, removing himself from the vice-like grip of a million hands within the confines of the metallic flesh caressing his near skyscraper-sized pillar of breeder cock.

“MH…” Shi burped, caressing hir immense gut as cock and pussy continued to gush, adding more and more seed to the flood spreading through the city, hir shaft a cannon made to deliver Achak’s seed through the land, seeding its inhabitants with clutches of eggs. “It’ll take me decades to convert all this into usable mass…” A grunt escaped hir lips as the moving dragon atop hir dome made his holes gush harder. “Fuck I am so heavy…” Shi huffed. “And big!”

“Reach out if you ever need to be topped off…” He licked his chops, smearing his cock over hir sloshing dome before taking flight, already sure that his load had fulfilled the desires of all within the city, headed for the next.

Immense, huge, horny and ever full, the two dragons continued in their quest to breed, fuck, fill and satisfy every hungry, empty and needy womb in the land, tirelessly advancing, dutifully stuffing and cramming ever growing cocks into muffs, asses, throats and cum pipes, flooding homes, stadiums, offices, parks with thicker and more virile loads. Entire families were bred, fathers, daughters, sons and mothers, brothers and sisters, neighbours, bosses and employees, in group, alone, married couples, singles and harems.

With every city the two grew bigger, bigger, bigger, two hundred feet tall, three, four, five, the magic that made them able to fit inside homes struggling more and more to compress all that mass into a space so small that the universe itself refused to permit. By the time the two had managed to breed every last inhabitant, be it directly or indirectly, within the next twenty cities, they had grown to be truly colossal: Achak had swelled to well over nine hundred feet tall, his cock twice as long as he was, balls fifteen hundred feet wide, enough to completely engulf the very first town the two had visited that night, his knot gargantuan, something big enough to plug volcanoes, were he to plunge the thousand foot long behemoth of a sweaty dragoncock into molten lava, something that would undeniably end with the volcano losing as the silver titan spat out many millions of gallons of cum a second from cum pipe wider than a skyscraper, a chasm of churning flesh that led into two reservoirs of pure seed.

He dragged those orbs behind, the Holiday magic stretched so thin around them that time hiccuped, fractions of a second moving forward with each throb of his shaft. Segmentium, however, dwarfed the silver breeder with well over three thousand feet tall, four thousand long. His pecs alone formed gorges deep enough to be canyons, his scales so wide they could hold entire towns, his paws something that could eclipse the sun for those below him, his balls small mountains that carved trenches behind him, his cock so fat, thick, meaty and heavy it uprooted hundreds of feet of soil and filled it with cocksweat, cum and raw virility as they oozed off his immensely hot body.

With their sight and size, the two could see each other despite the planet curving as space bent to accommodate the lumbering breeders. The stench of cum spread over hundreds of square miles of land, a salty fog that made anyone grow fertile and virile even though the time lock, preparing the hordes still left to impregnate for even Greater clutches of eggs. Likewise, the cum trail spread across countries in the region, flowing within rivers, lakes, underground, over the ground, feeding into the ocean, turning it ever so slightly saltier as the billions of gallons, the metric tons of raw nut, the lakes of pure spunk continued to flow endlessly. Unfortunately, their size now fully prevented them from attempting to even enter a city, for there was no settlement, not even those of huge species, that could have roads big enough to fit a single one of the two dragons' godly balls, much less the rest of them.

Maybe, if there had been only one, and that one had been half their current size, that would've been possible, but so spread out they were, so big, so potent, so horny and hungry for more pussies to fill, that there was just no way for them to walk among the mortals and fulfill their duties. That being said, just because they couldn't get within city limits, it didn't mean that they had no way to spread their seed and sow many tens of thousands of fertile wombs.

Segmentium always took the more paws-on approach, often positioning himself a good distance away from the heart of a settlement, angle his cock down, hips thrusting as his tip pierced the soil, burrowed into the depths of the ground and injected his egg-seekers directly under the homes of thousands and millions. His breeding cracked the ground, chasms forming as his sheath hammered rock into fine powder, his cock turning the dust into cum-crete as the seed bubbling from his over half-mile tall orbs churned with the energy of an approaching earthquake. Even before cumming, the soil for miles splintered and the seed gushed out of the depths, geysers dotting the landscape as the underground river dug its way through solid rock before emerging from subways, storm drains, manholes, fountains and every single pipe that was somehow connected together.

Sinks burst as cum spilled, showers exploded with white rain, toilets flushed with raw cum before the sheer thickness of it all clogged everything, pushed only by the sheer pressure before the pitiful limitations of the metal the pipes were made of could no longer hold and exploded. Thirty story buildings had their windows blasted open, doors unhinged, bathrooms repainted; small homes saw garden sprinklers turn on and flood green grass with dragoncum; public swimming pools gurgled when the piping spat out enough seed to replace the chlorinated water and overflow everywhere. His orgasms could continue for what was now at least an hour each, so when he pulled his cock out after pumping a few billion gallons of cum through solid rock, he had already turned whatever was around him into a white, musky swamp, though merely replacing the local water table with seed was not quite enough and the last few titanic cumshots, ropes wider than roads carrying the power of a spillway, rained down upon the landscape before him, flowing from the opposite side and making sure nothing, no one, pets, visitors or the very ground itself wasn't fully saturated with his arm sized sperm. The swimmers moved with minds of their own, big enough to crawl up stairs, their body fat and meaty, their tails stronger than logic would've allowed, making them able to wade through honey-thick lakes of seed, rip clothes, panties, bedsheets off their targets before squirming by the hundreds into asses, pussies or cocks alike, turning any hole into a viable target as the immense virility imbued inside them changed the very being of those they invaded, draconifying scores of people.

Achak did take the lazier option, most of the time at least, sitting down near a city, perusing the local populace, often picking up a rather fertile female between those he could reach from outside without having to risk his nearly seven hundred foot thick behemoth of a cock turning half the place into a flattened pile of rubble. Upon finding the lucky lady, he'd bring her to his maw and, as the musk wafting from his shaft made the small thing cum her brains out, plunge his tongue into her depths, ravishing her womb with the stadium-sized muscle as deep as the battered, abused laws of physics allowed him to, which was still enough to cram a few hundred feet of squirming tongue into a space the size of a small purse at best. The taste of pussy juice of arousal, of fertility enhanced a thousandfold sent his cock into overdrive each and every time without fail, the gaping chasm aimed at the city, at a mountain, a lake or wherever, it hardly mattered as beams of white cum arched for a mile at a time, high in the air as the tide that followed washed countless acres of land with his ball batter.

Then, after turning the region into a cum-swamp, with his nares full of arousal as he breathed in the chosen female's now hyper-enhanced desire to sire his legions, he further abused the laws of physics by cramming his flare into her muff, plunging into a space that had no right, not in hell or heaven or any land any deity had imagined, so great the size difference was. And because of this, the magic was forced to focus entirely on keeping the fabric of reality together, prioritizing the vicinity of the rutting titan instead of the area around him. Cum flowed, unfrozen, people found themselves, neck-deep in roaring rivers of seed, pools bubbled, lakes churned, trees were knocked down and millions knocked up as he devoted his attention to turning that one single woman into a broodmother of the ages, her womb stretched a thousand times its normal size, her ovaries turned into factories that spat out ovas that his idle output alone turned into thousands of eggs that flooded her chamber. Unable to compress his size, the magic instead stretched the woman, herm or cuntboy to compensate, allowing those unfrozen or not in a breeding frenzy to see nearly nineteen hundred feet of ungodly fat dragoncock rise in the air with a belly wrapped around it being filled with a million gallons of sperm a second.

Each pump of Achak's nuts added dozens of yards of circumference to the bloating womb, each rope lasting tens of minutes, his orgasms multiple hours long, each fully given to a single lucky lady that was soon gifted a womb as big as the dragon himself, his flare leaving a canyon in her pussy that allowed the many tens of millions of gallons of nut to pour out in a smaller replica of the flood that his cock had caused before. As if that wasn't enough, a second was chosen to wrap his shaft until the next settlement, dropped in the countryside to act as a landmark before time refroze behind him.

The two dragons came enough, flooded enough of their section of the planet that their respective cum tides met somewhere in the middle, mixing and turning into a denser slurry of raw virility as the sperm of two god-class breeders' sperm fought to impregnate the ones caught in between, turning the already pregnant ones into even more gravid subjects, baring twin clutches as the two armies fought hard to come out on top. Still they continued to grow, bigger, hornier, heavier, stronger, their cocks thicker, their balls so dense that space warped on its own without the help of the Holiday magic. Seg rose to an absurd size, nearing a whole mile tall, though a few hundred feet short, towering over the landscape even when close to the greatest buildings mortals had ever created, his sheath alone dwarfing skyscrapers, each of his muscle bundles big enough to be a bridge, his sweaty tailhole a cavern of liquid musk, his taint a mountain range all by itself, though even as big as it was, it felt small when compared to the unholy cum pipes bolted to Achak's pillar of cockflesh. The silver stud's shaft had turned into a thing of myth, a wall of black dick upon which, barely big enough to move around it, the dragon himself almost puny compared to his own endowment, the veins throbbing on the multi-thousand foot long cannon so huge they were rivers pumping blood throughout the spire that was now worshipped by all that witnessed it belch lakes' worth of cum every second.

Cities were painted white, fields flooded, lakes replaced, rivers diverted as the flow was interrupted and replaced as well, hydroelectric dams jammed as cum clogged the waterways, boats were unable to move as the fluids were too thick for mere propellers to move, and also because sailors and seamen were under assault by trillions of hyper sperm seeking holes to fertilize. Forests grew luscious, cattle grew scaly and just as pregnant as the two-legged folk, hybrids ready to be laid by the millions. From space, those astronauts would've been able to see the white carpet spread, but sadly they too were frozen in time, unlucky, denied the chance to become part of the two breeders' continent-sized harem of immensely pregnant bodies. Cities were washed clean, cars removed from roads, buses filled, trains derailed, subway tunnels bubbling and blocked. Billions upon billions of gallons of cum wasted even while the two did their damned best to cram every bit of their seed into wombs, sadly, they came far too much for even the millions of people left to somehow contain it all.

Within frozen time, days, weeks had passed, maybe even more, and the two had not taken a single moment of rest. Whether it was a drive to fuck or the magic, it mattered not. The two were always panting, covered in layers of sweat, dozens of them, cocks slick and shiny, coated in enough leftover cum to impregnate a country, pussy juice seeping into their flesh, adding to their virility and musk. One town after the other, a city after the other, entire regions and countries fell, the citizens bred to immobility. Not even those recluse in the countryside or on lone mountains were forgotten, for upon awakening, they were confronted with immense cocks and gifted burgeoning pregnancies the same as the city folk.

Growing so big had allowed them to cum enough to not even have to move to knock up entire regions, the arches of their cum now followed ballistic trajectories, defying gravity, beholden to the curve of the planet as their travel paths were measured in miles, tens of minutes per pump, untold gallons per load. The magic drained from every agent of the Holiday Man, his children that were going about the planet, delivering presents, were suddenly powerless as every scrap of energy was directed around the rampaging breeders just to keep the universe from collapsing. Yet the more the two were fed with magic, the more they grew strong, the more they grew the more they came, the more they came the more they grew. The cycle that had started could not quite be stopped anymore, neither the two could, or would, halt their mission.

Ever dutiful, now utterly unable to even use the space-warping properties of their power to wrap hungry wombs around their cocks. Segmentium resorted to squeezing his nearly mile long cock with his world-tree thick limbs, each flex of his biceps, triceps and pecs loud enough to cause thunder, while Achak, sporting more cock than dragon at that point, took example from the bronze behemoth and crammed his spire into a mountain and felt it emerge on the other side, flare swollen big enough to blot out the sun, had there been a sun to cover as the trench of his cum pipe belched a single, thousand foot wide, fifteen minute long pump of cum that filled the entire valley he'd breached.

"Mh, think this is good enough?" Grown so big and so powerful, the two chatted, deep voice rumbling, their breaths causing small storms, grunts echoing in the atmosphere. Achak looked around and, as far as he could see, there was only cum, bellies swelling bigger with their eggs, some bearing thousands of their spawn, some less but dwarfing everything with their size as domes stretched tens, dozens of yards tall, if not more.

"I guess?" Segmentium sniffed the air and, much to his disappointment, he smelled no ripe womb for the taking for hundreds upon hundreds of miles all around. Even those outside their purview had been granted their gifts as rivers now carried cum and the rain itself had a musky, salty taste. "No wait." He sniffed again and found something that reeked of fertility, something utterly ripe for the taking, a divinely endowed womb that sent his and Achak's mighty rods throbbing like that one snake of nordic legend.

Their eyes moved and saw a figure of a dragoness approach, gravid beyond belief, encumbered by countless eggs yet still flying closer to them, slowly. Soon enough, a familiar dragoness was before the two mountain-sized studs, though only Segmentium knew her by sight since he'd been the only one to actively lay his eyes upon her. She was small, compared to them, likely no taller than five hundred feet, with a pregnant hill of a belly one and a half times her size, so big her glittering starlight wings struggled immensely to keep her aloft. Her cock arched under the curve of her gut, stiffer than adamantine pillars, spitting out pool-sized ropes that paled before theirs but that would've easily done an excellent job had she been the breeder, not the bred. Blue and violet were her scales, two breasts stuck to her chest leaking untold gallons of milk, the twin mounds as big as she was and capped with nipples the size of buildings.

"Ah, Luna, hello." Seg licked his chops, standing up to his full height.

The dragoness had grown much, her body far more similar to that of his and Achak's than any two-leg could have, which meant that his seed had had much greater effects than he'd thought possible and that, somehow, she'd been freed of the time lock, then got herself Flying and here, to him. All of those things were worthy of deep consideration, for they brought interesting development on his virility, on the limits of the Holiday Magic, on transformation catalysts and more, but neither of the three cared much as the stench of sex, rut, pussy and sweaty cocks and sweatier rumps thickened to nearly-toxic levels. He sniffed her again and felt his balls grow fifty yards in one lurid lurch as her reek hit his nares like a meteor upon a moon, Achak himself finding his cock belching thicker loads and his cum pipe swollen as his seed surged in greater volumes.

"What brings you here?"

Luna landed, her gravid gut making the act much easier as it touched the ground, leaving her body four hundred feet above, legs unable to touch the cum-infused soil beneath. She had turned around and lifted her tail to bare a pussy so cavernous it spread her hips insanely wide, leaking waterfalls of pussy juice, puffier than logic could allow and constantly spitting out bus-sized eggs from a bottomless womb, through the rippling tunnel hidden by those city-engulfing lips.

"R-r-round two…" She came from speaking alone, her toes curling, tail shivering, eyes rolling in the back of her head as the sudden orgasm made her lay a small avalanche of eggs that rolled down on the ground and were promptly washed by the rivers of cum and juices flowing beneath the three macro dragons. “Please.”

"Well if the lady wants to go again…" Seg looked at his companion who was already pawing at his heavenly pillar of a cock. "Who are we to deny her such a heartfelt request?"

The will was there, except that both studs had grown so big and so extremely endowed, not to mention that Luna herself was a huge shivering mess, that finding the way for both of them to breed her at once proved to be more of a logistical challenge than anything else. But that hardly stopped them, for turning her on the side and laying down was easy enough even without looking.

"Take her womb, I've already sown it for myself. Hopefully your seed is strong enough to take root where mine has been…" Segmentium chuckled, his cock spearing her rump, sinking into her backside hundreds of feet at a time, the unholy softness of her cheeks and the silken walls gripping his spire making even his indomitable self buckle and pant.

"Again with the challenges…" Achak gruffed, but the second his flare slipped inside her vent, the moment he felt the puffy lips kiss his flesh and swallow his cock, the rippling of her tunnel, the fat, meaty girth of his companion's own shaft through her stretched-out guts, sent any qualms, quips or snide remarks into the stratosphere and beyond. "Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk..." Her pussy was a magma chamber, blistering hot, tight and stretchy at the same time, wetter than water itself and already so very full. He could feel the bumps as Luna spat out egg after egg, the muscles of her godly pussy letting her lay even as his flare turned those walls paper-thin. "MHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Neither of the breeders wanted to wait even for a split second, balls roaring and gurgling with cubic miles of hyper-packed sperm the size of dogs, each of the two breeders' orbs desperate to sow a planet-spanning pregnancy within that one single dragoness, so they began to move immediately. Hips crashed into her backside and crotch, clapping with the strength of thunder, balls unmoving as the two cocks rearranged Luna's guts with far more excitement and drive than when the two had crammed them into the soil and mountain to sate their need to fuck and fill and cum.

Twin pillars, hundreds of feet thick, rammed in and out of a pussy that was but a fraction of their size and yet took them with ease, juices thinning down the torrential output of thick cum spilling every second from each of those shafts. The unholy concoction of Luna’s juices and the two breeders’ ball batter washed over her gravid gut, down their cocks, over balls and the rivers forming beneath as eggs made their way out, squished between humongous breeder spires. With all the chaos now focused almost entirely within a relatively small area of land, one would think the magic would have an easier time handling it, but it turned out to be the opposite.

Not unlike two black holes eating at the distance between each other, both Seg and Achak had reached such levels of reality-breaking virility that more effort was needed just to keep the universe pacified. Luna herself wasn’t helping, feeding off their musk, the cum sloshing in her hill-sized womb, the thousands of eggs queuing up to get out of her beyond-stuffed pussy, her pheromones stimulating the two studs which in turn made them hornier. Her belly filled with untold gallons of raw nut, her womb sloshed alongside her guts, the entirety of her being rippled with each of their titanic thrusts. Mountains quaked, wobbling left and right almost visibly to the naked eye, seismic sensors across the continent danced, warning scientists too busy fucking each other or too full of cum to care about such silly things.

Her tits were roughly handled, both breeders claiming one each, mouths wrapped around nipples bigger than single-family houses, milk pouring out in geysers that rivalled the cumshots spat out inside her oversensitive body. The smell of sex and cum and pussy had reached such levels that weather patterns would make sure the entire world would be soon touched by the virile storm, already countries half across the land were washed by salty winds chock-full of pheromones. Such was their virility and fertility that those that smelled it were sent into a breeding frenzy of their own, pussies leaking with arousal, balls surging and quintupling in size under the unnatural effects of the tainted air, sperm hummed and multiplied. Still, everything paled in comparison to the heavenly paragons of sex and pregnancy busy humping mountains into rubble.

Luna’s womb swelled bigger and bigger, soon growing so large that it was nearly impossible for both Achak and Segmentium to pound relentlessly at her plush backside, not even considering the eggs begging to flow out of her. Yet they managed to make some space, forcing the Holiday magic to bend space just enough for both of them to fit, cocks fatter and bigger, longer and heavier, balls quickly being lifted up by her expanding dome of pregnancy. Segmentium’s growth slowed down somewhat, for there was no city or small country to be impregnated by his seed, only a sloshing stomach, but he’d spilled enough batter to make up for the reduced amount, while Achak, buried balls deep inside the most fertile dragoness on the entire planet, was sowing and spilling more cum than the blue and purple female had the right to hold within her.

Soon enough, Segmentium’s eggs were joined by the silver stud’s own, tides of them spat out whenever Achak pulled out just enough to gather the momentum to drive his knotted spire into Luna’s sloppy, ocean-wet pussy lips. Not even his bulbous spheres were big enough to fully hilt himself inside her, for space bent to accommodate the process and that muff was so pliable, slick and cavernous that it’d have allowed armies to walk in and still have room to move about. Yet that near bottomless tunnel was filled by Achak’s cock, its walls stretched thin, her backside stuffed even more thoroughly by a fatter, thicker cock that now firmly rested inside the dragoness’ stomach, belching unholy amounts of cum that spilled out of her mouth and nose, sperm squirming on her tongue, flowing along the spreading lake of seed to find any womb that had enough space to fit one, two, fifty more eager swimmers and a few hundred more eggs.

Midnight was soon approaching, their lovemaking louder and more involved, more than a couple mountains nearby had crumbled as their thrusts and humping had levelled rock into rubble, balls flattening forests and gurgling belly doing much the same. Clouds formed overhead, snow melted across dozens of square miles as the wet, musky heat wafting off the two immense studs and the one mountain-sized womb of a dragoness radiated such warmth that climate would be affected for at least a few days. Maybe a couple weeks… or months. Years? Definitely.

Unfortunately, yet another side effect of the continent-altering breeding, beyond the cracks that ran far and wide, scarring the earth as every thrust opened new chasms which cum and eggs immediately fell in and filled, beyond the musk spreading across countries, beyond Luna’s world record breaking pregnancy, was that the natural flow of time had been unshackled for the first time in roughly two minutes of real time and six months within the bubble. Six months of constant breeding, fucking, of cumming 24 hours a day, seven days a week, cumshots that lasted hours, all of which were culminating with one single final load.

The world shook, oceans hummed, lakes tainted with cummy waters rose, rivers were diverted off course as both breeders crammed every last inch of their multi-thousand feet cocks into one single dragoness and came. Seas of nut flowed, ten million gallons per pump of twin oversized taints, each adding feet of circumference to a womb already big enough to have a small gravitational pull of its own. Even as big as they were Segmentium and Achak were lifted off by the expanding wall of Luna’s womb, her eggs blocked inside with enough cum to raise the water level across the globe, their bodies quickly losing the status of biggest thing around now that mountains had been levelled by the fury of their rut.

And at long last, after half a year and a whole one minute, the next day arrived. Magic drained all over, returning to the one who had been responsible for giving such power to a pair of unrelentingly horny breeders, yet the two did not stop. Their power had grown, it was theirs, unable to be removed from their very being and so they kept fucking and cumming and spilling country-sized ropes of cum into Luna. Shot after shot, load after load, seed spilled by the river into her and through her as mouth and nose turned into fountains that struggled to relieve but a minuscule fraction of the roiling seas of nut inside her stomach.

Nations woke up to white landscapes of salty cum, pregnancies rising with every second as dog-sized sperm cells roamed within the thick batter covering everything for countless miles all over. Men were left with half-draconified assets, balls forever swollen, cocks ever stiff and leaking, females and herms sporting excessively enhanced assets, wombs so big they rendered moving impossible as ovaries were under constant assault by both dragon and mortal sperm, engaged in perverted combat across the land. Polluted rivers spawned bigger fish, cattle and crops just as thoroughly enhanced, even those not directly touched by the breeders’ virile influence. Sunlight eventually shone upon the cummy landscape, glistening wombs the size of buildings reflecting the rays of the sun, the world forever changed, until the Holiday Man got enough of his power back to fix some of the chaos, if that was even possible.

And, tucked away in a musky valley, three dragons continued to fuck and grunt, Luna’s pussy now unplugged so that she could empty her titanic womb of all of her eggs, her size unable to shrink at all as the two studs took maw and rump, hammering away at her guts, filling her back up as their bodies continued to strain and sweat and cum and make sure they could keep going, just a few hours longer. Or maybe a few days. Let’s say… a week. New Year’s was around the corner after all, what better way to welcome it than with another world-class orgy?

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The day after, back in the house of a certain nondescript jolly man.

“...Und as you can see sir, zee area affected by zee dragons has exceeded zee original area by approximately 20 percent, vith zee, erm… “sphillage” seeping somevat into zee surrounding towns.”

The jolly man groaned as he rubbed his temple, before looking back up at the chubby reindeer in front of him. Said reindeer gulped nervously as he tugged the collar on his green sweater, shifting uncomfortably in his slacks.

“Anyvays, zee sphillage may not be zee biggest problem here…” Stanley continued.

“God dammnit, what else did those horny idiots do?” The jolly man grumbled. After the magic had come back to him like a tidal wave, he’d been struggling to get it under control.

Somehow the two dragons had leeched their own energy into it and what he’d gotten his hands on after time un-froze was essentially a rampaging horny spell that had turned him fully into a reindeer and caused 99% of the staff, including his children, to desperately begin to fuck to get the arousal out. His wife was now going through each of their children, milking them one by one, attempting to get their cocks down.

“Vell… vee hafe about 60% of men vith draconified, erm… assets.” Picking up a clipboard from the nearby table, Stanley looked down at it, shifting his glasses a bit as he coughed.

“Stanley…” The reindeer-fied man interrupted. “Just say it as it is, alright? We both know that they gave most of the men dragon dicks, we are both adults here. I just need you to give me the most accurate account possible of what we are dealing with here, so I know how much magic I need to fix it, okay?”

“M-mein apologies, sir…”

“Its alright kid.” the GHF straightened in his chair “This whole thing is rather annoying. Like, I figured it would involve sex in SOME way, that was a given. But this…” He was honestly shocked: he’d prepared for some level of mass-pregnancy and backlash, but now none of his pants fit and his balls touched the damned ground.

“A-anyvays…” Stanley coughed, his pants seeming to tent slightly as he continued. “Ss I vas saying, zee men haf had zer g-genitals draconified, und in most cases, enlargened. In some cases by a couple of inches, und in others, zey are so big zat zey literally cannot mofe. Hell, a few are LITERALLY skyscraper sized…”

“Fan-fucking-tastic! Anything else?” The older buck adjusted himself in his chair.

“Vell, zee vomen have had a similar treatment, only zat almost all of zeir vombs hafe grown to zee point zey cannot mofe. Also, zee animals und crops seem to hafe… mutated? Zey are producing about 36% more, at zee very least…”

“Oh! Well, that's at least good! Nobody’s going to go hungry!”

“Vell…” Stanley started, the older buck across from his face falling quickly.

“... What now?”

“Zee increase in crop density has been offset somevat by zee… dog sized spherm cells?” Stanleys face grew far more uncomfortable as he watched the jolly reindeer’s face completely freeze in shock.

“Im sorry, the WHAT?”

“Dog s-sized spherm cells, sir.” Stanley repeated as he contemplated jumping out of the nearby window and bolting as far into the snow as he chubby little legs could take him. His common sense quickly won out, so he continued “Ja, zey are practically eferyvere across zee nation. Zey seem to be primarily concerned with findink vombs to impregnate.”

“Ok so what you’re saying is that on top of the pregnancies already ongoing, there’s likely more to…” The older reindeer grunted as he shifted around his churning, visibly fattening balls. “... more to come in the next few weeks, years whatever.”

“J-ja sir… currently ve have… five hundred thirty seven million six hundred ninety thousand fifty four… five… six… nein eggs spread across a qvarter of the globe. And counting.” Stanley quickly adjusted his pants, the usually professional reindeer now sporting quite the pant bulge, considering his rather small equipment. “Vat else, vat else… I don't zink i need to tell you about zee musk, ja?”

“How widespread is THAT particular problem?” The man rolled his eyes as he breathed in, the dragons extreme musk tickling his nostrils and causing his own constantly hard erection to throb inside of his pants.

“Oh, vorldvide sir.” The chubby reindeer quickly answered. “I doubt zat a single cock on zee planet is soft vith zat in zee air…”

“Tell me about it…” The older reindeer grumbled, his own erection straining his pants even more, until finally… “Alright, fuck this…”

Stanley's head tilted in confusion as he watched his boss get to his hooves, before his eyes widened as the older reindeer dropped both his pants and underwear in one fluid motion. His face exploded into a blush as the reindeers massive footlong cock sprung out of his pants, still throbbing even as he sat back down. It throbbed at full mast before gaining size at a visible speed, growing to two feet in less than ten seconds, doubling that by the time the jolly reindeer had fully removed all of his clothes.

“S-sir!?!?!? Vat are yo-”

“Stanley, my dick was chafing in my pants, and frankly, right now…” His nostrils flared. “No matter. Continue, and feel free to drop your own too. I can see your pants tenting, and I am pretty sure you forgot to put on underwear…”

“I-I am so sorry sir, zat vas not i-intentional, I svere!” Looking down, Stanley yelped and covered his bulge with the clipboard, his face twisted into an embarrassed frown .

“It's as you said Stanley” leaning back into his chair, the GHF couldn't help but paw lightly at his erection “nobody in the damn world is probably soft right now.”

Before Stanley could say anything more, his erection suddenly decided to take matters into its own hands. A loud ripping sound and the feeling of cool air caused him to look down, confirming his suspicion. His cock had grown a few extra inches, and what with his pants already being a size or two too small for his larger frame, they had simply exploded off of his body. The chubby reindeers cock swelled, eventually seeming to stop at about 9 inches of reindeer meat, a few more then the paltry 6 he previously had, but not quite as big as the older reindeer across from him.

“O-oh mein Gott…” He mumbled, Stanley's face flushed bright red as he looked down at his throbbing erection.

“Well, that solves that…” the GHF mumbled, before clearing his throat “alright Stanley, i assume that there is more, so please continue”

Deciding to ignore his own erection for the time being, Stanley let out an awkward cough, before looking back down at his clipboard “Vell, sir, zeir isnt really a lot left to go ofer, but lets see… erm, society has basically collapsed in zee affected regions, its not var or anysing, but people seem more focused on, erm, fuckink zen anysing else, what else, what else… oh! Zee heat comink off of zee literall sea of cum has caused zee planet to get a bit varmer”

Facepalming with one hand while continuing to lightly jerk off with the other, the GHF let out a mighty sigh “great, so now your telling me that this whole thing has supercharged global warming?”

“Erm, vell, not supercharge exactly…” Stanley adjusted his glasses as he squinted down at the clipboard. “It just made sings a bit varmer, zats all…”

“Is there any good news from this whole mess?” The hyper reindeer grumbled as he picked up the pace on his stroking, tennis-ball sized beads of pre forming at the tip before being smeared across the whole thing to act as lube.

Gulping, Stanley looked down at the clipboard once more. “Vell, you know your, erm, nemesis? Vell, apparently ha var bunkered down in zat region at zee time, und due to zee flood of cum, is nov stuck in his underground laborotory…”

There was a pause, a silence filled only by the sound of hands gliding over fat dicks and the distant sounds of fucking, cumming and overall incestuous breeding going on. The pitpat of precum splattering over surfaces added another layer of chaos on top of the whole thing, and also more musk and sexual stench as cherry on top of the cum-slathered cake.

“Do… do you zink you can fix zis sir?” Stanley asked incredulously, a precocious eyebrow raised. “Zis is far beyond vat you hafe efar had to deal vith, ja?”

“Ehhhhhh, not really?” He shrugged while continuing to jerk off, his cock swelling another few inches. “This, uh, isn't the first time I've had to rewrite reality because of something like this. Hell, this isn't even the first or second time it's been because of something sexual!”

“Uh, I dont… i dont remember anything like zat sir…” Stanley replied, confusion evident in his voice

“Oh, well, you only got hired as my secretary recently, right?” At Stanley’s nod, the older reindeer nodded back. “Yeah, I tend to make it so most people don't remember this sort of thing, does not go well in the long term, ya know?”

“...hov many times-”

“You really don't want to know.” The older reindeer interrupted shaking his head with a bit of a lecherous look. “Lets just say that this is FAR from the worst thing I've needed to… correct, you know?”

Deciding to (wisely) not pry any further, Stanley cleared his throat. “R-right, sir. So, hov long do you zink its gonk to take?”

“If I had to guess, probably around 6 months.” The older reindeer considered for a moment “Well, assuming I'm able to properly… relax if you catch my drift.”

“Do- do you mean vat I zink-”

“Yeah…” The Holiday Reindeer nodded as he continued to stroke his massive cannon of a cock. “I'm basically going to need to get off as much as possible over the next few months, in order to get the amount of magic I need.”

“A-ah, vell…” Stanley stammered, clearly not expecting the conversation to go this way. “I can go see if your vife is available?”

“She's out at the moment.” The older reindeer clarified, pointing with a free hand at the one building that was violently shaking and from which the sounds of a dozen reindeers moaning were coming out. There was little doubt she was anywhere near done. “Once she’s dealt with Prancer and Rudolph and all the others, she’ll be gone to scold those two horny idiots, actually.”

“... Is zat vise?” Stanley asked incredulously “Reports say zat zey are breeding anoser female dragon? It may not be a good idea to interrupt zem-”

“Eh, don’t worry about it.” He chuckled. “You, on the other hand… as my personal assistant, you’ll have to help me, be at my side 24/7, for the whole time.” Another lecherous smile appeared on the old reindeer’s face as both males’ cocks throbbed, surging with arousal. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to mop up the mess.”