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Exposition

Days passed, turning into weeks, then months. The gym eventually received a name: The Size Society, coined after someone suggested that size was the biggest reason anyone participated in the things that happened here. Osimaret continued his search for new members and found several suitable candidates. Some only came in once or twice before they decided to go back to their old homes with just a bit of extra mass; most became regulars and took advantage both of the array of exercise equipment and the array of tiny things for them to use and abuse to make themselves even bigger and better. There seemed to be no end to the creativity of the giants and no limit to how big some of them wanted to get. Osimaret, for his part, was more than happy to oblige and still occasionally joined in on the torment of the damned.

Indulgence

When Osimaret came to Lycaon and told him there was a way he could obtain near-limitless size and power, the gold dragon didn't even wait for the rest of the explanation before saying he was in. The mere thought of being bigger in every way and perfecting his body was something that Lycaon had aspired to do for his entire life. And now this opportunity was something that seemed tailor-made to his dreams. Just walking into the gym for the first time made the dragon's chest swell with pride. He would finally be able to do all those things he'd only dreamed of doing before.

Almost immediately, Lycaon got his first thing to play with. It was a smaller dragon, much more slender in appearance. He scowled. So much wasted potential in that little frame. At least now they could be put to use for something greater. He decided that a pre-workout snack would be the best way to start and simply tossed the little one into the vast cavern of his mouth. That tiny one squeaked and flailed, its wings fluttering ineffectively, but the tiny thing's entire body didn't stand a chance of overpowering Lycaon's tongue. The dragon roughly slid the living snack around within his maw for several moments, occasionally smashing it against his teeth or teasing it by tucking it under his tongue and swallowing, giving the tiny thing some idea of what was soon going to happen to it. All the little one could see was darkness; all it could feel was the slick warmth of the tongue and cheeks from within the maw. And then, finally, the great gold swallowed his snack and savored the feeling of that pathetic dragon-bug squirming all the way down his throat.

Having briefly satisfied his hunger, the first workout for the dragon was a set of squats. He loaded up the weight and got into position. Another micro appeared, this time directly beneath Lycaon, half the size of his feet. Before that small rabbit could even tell where he was or what was going on, the dragon had gone down for his first repetition. He went far lower than most did with his lift, enough so that the rabbit's face was temporarily lost between the dragon's glutes. Lycaon all but sat on the small one. That soft fur felt pleasant enough against his ass; it was just enough to let him enjoy the knowledge of having a tiny thing watching him from below. That rabbit was a helpless passenger to the dragon's exercise; he tried to get up and move away but was pressed down to the floor once again, all just by the dragon going through his routine. It took no extra effort for Lycaon to keep that small, helpless creature squirming beneath his body, while to the micro it was like a vast plane of warm, golden muscles was descending upon him again and again.

With ten squats completed, the weight went back on the rack. The rabbit was more winded than the dragon, even though Lycaon was the one actually doing the exercise. The gold one just stood there for now, looking down at the mammal panting for air. Sweat already was beading on the dragon's body and some of it had marked the rabbit's face in that intensely scented fluid, nearly making him swoon from the smell alone. The fact his mere scent could overpower a tiny creature was enough to cause a stirring in Lycaon's groin. His cock began to press forth, hardening as he became intoxicated on power. That rabbit had a perfect view of the dragon's dick as it expanded above him, soon obscuring what limited view he had of the dragon's upper body. The dragon wanted to do something with that, rather than just leaving his dick alone... and the micro beneath him seemed like the perfect thing to use.

Lycaon crouched down again, as if doing another squat, and deliberately ground his ass against the tiny nose of the lapine beneath him. Those flexing muscles made the micro quite uneasy. Was his head about to be crushed just by the dragon's butt? No. Not yet, at least. The dragon had other interests right now. He grabbed those long ears and pulled the small one forward until it was directly beneath his dick. A bit of size theft left made his cock shift from merely 'large' in the micro's eyes to something the size of a bus, bouncing overhead. The dragon grabbed his tiny toy between two fingers and pressed the tip of that enormous dick right against the bunny's ass. He wasn't going to... yes, he was, as the micro soon found out. Lycaon grabbed the rabbit's legs, one in each hand, and began to pull. The pain was overwhelming as the rabbit's body began to stretch far past its limits; his ass was torn apart just trying to take half of the gold dragon's cockhead. That still didn't stop the dragon, though; he kept right on going until he felt the satisfying 'snap' of his head settling into the tight confines of another creature's body. It was a good start but still only a start. The gold dragon kept going, stretching the mammal's body even tighter, until it he felt the tiny one starting to tear apart again. It was barely enough to cover half of his dick but it would have to do for now.

Now that his cock was covered with a 'condom' to catch some of the precum that flowed freely from his tip, Lycaon moved on to another apparatus. The bench press was open for his use and he once again loaded it up with as much weight as he dared. Once he got into place, he brought forth another tiny creature, this time sticking a small lizard between his pecs. Those muscles already were enough to engulf the reptile; the heat was uncomfortable even to the cold-blooded creature. And all this while the dragon held his arms at the ready; his chest wasn't even flexing yet. When Lycaon started to take the weight off the rack, things became even worse for that little passenger. Its tail was caught between the flexing chest muscles as they tensed, then its body fell deeper into the gap between muscles when they relaxed again. As the dragon pressed the weight up, things tightened, compressing that lizard ruthlessly in a shifting valley of raw, draconic power. Each lift just continued the process; the downstroke caused the lizard to sink even further into the valley, while the press upward all but squeezed the life out of the tiny thing. Lycaon recognized the problem without even looking down at his victim and he stole just enough size from the lizard to allow it to fit upon his chest even as the space diminished.

Excess

Lycaon grunted as he finished the last of his workout routine. Though he was one of the newer members of the Society he had wasted absolutely no time in putting its capabilities to use. In than a week he'd only left the gym long enough to sleep and, even then, he was getting just a couple hours rest each night. The rest of his energy came entirely from the damned little creatures that he took tremendous delight in using and abusing. Not only had he borrowed almost every suggestion that he'd seen others doing but he was constantly making use of tiny beings of all sizes in various ways. The gold dragon always seemed to have a micro suffering the effects of his lust, if not an entire planet. Even now, as he turned away from the weight rack, he had a micro stretched obscenely over his erection, its body slowly breaking apart as the dragon stole a tiny bit of size with every heartbeat.

Treadmill

Azure Ebonwing decided he needed spend time on some endurance training. A good cardio workout was a reasonable means to that end, even if the dragon preferred the adrenal rush that accompanied lifting weights. The towering dragon got onto one of the treadmills and got to work.

This gym being what it was, however, it didn't remain just a treadmill. Instead, the belt was soon covered in the landscape of some shrunken, condemned world, chosen at random to be the trodden upon by a far greater creature. One moment, the victims were simply going about their business. The next they were somewhere alien. A few people recognized the two-legged dragon for what it was; most simply saw a strange shape in the distance that their brain couldn't properly comprehend. Then again, just trying to make sense of things when a thousand mile stretch of terrain was reduced to a hundred feet was hard enough.

While he set things up the dragon straddled that belt and the ground upon it. His toes flexed with anticipation as he pushed one button after another on the machine. He input his various statistical data, then selected his routine. It was only after the belt started moving that Azure stepped onto it and began a casual warmup walk. He couldn't help but look down, though, as he knew what was beneath him and loved that view from oh-so-far above.

From below, the view was equally impressive. If it weren't such a jarring shock it would be rather awe-inspiring. To most of the tiny ones, the dragon's legs - the pillars of muscle they were - simply disappeared into the distance, revealing nothing above. The dragon's feet were the only thing they could see clearly but even those were an amazing thing. They rested upon the treadmill's rails for now, each roughly a hundred miles in length relative to the little creatures staring at them. Each of the four toes was itself large enough to be a mountain higher than any naturally occurring on the planet (even though it was now laid out like a map). Their scales glistened in the artificial light and every one of those polished surfaces was bigger than several city blocks. Some of the micros at the edge of the belt could actually look up to see the more finely-scaled toes. The blackness of Azure's sole was like that of a starless night on a new moon. It was only broken by the light from the tiny creatures below him, which showed off the perfection even in the walking surfaces of his paws.

Unfortunately for the tiny ones, Azure was ready to actually begin his workout. He started off slowly for him, but to the littles on the treadmill the sapphire dragon moved at dizzying speed. His feet lifted miles into the air and settled with the destructive force usually reserved for a god. There was no chance for anyone to escape him as they were literally pulled toward those almighty paws. The micros that were about to get crushed simply saw their world going dark as a foot came down upon them, flattening an entire city into dust with little more than a casual step. There were still some survivors beneath the towering arch of the dragon's instep and between the toes. For several long moments, those beneath his arch assumed they were dead, given the total darkness around them as they were sealed beneath that vast, black sole. The ones between his toes could still see and had a breathtaking view of those sapphire scales as if they were trapped in a canyon. But they all were left staring at the wreckage of a dying world all around them as the dragon's foot lifted once again, revealing the extent of the damage he wrought with a single step.

The sheer size of the treadmill ensured that the littles were stuck to it even as they whipped around from the top to the bottom and back again. To them, it was like day and night were cycling in a matter of seconds; total darkness and blinding light alternated too quickly for their eyes to ever properly adjust. The only thing they ever had the chance to see was the dragon's murderous paws coming down again and again. He started to increase the treadmill's speed and was no longer looking down at the tiny things at his nonexistent mercy. The footfalls were almost entirely at random as far as the micros were concerned. Some steps landed almost entirely in the crater left by a previous step, furthering that destruction but not breaking anything new. Others landed on previously virgin terrain, snuffing millions like they weren't even there. They scarcely existed to the giant.

At the edges of the machine, some tiny fragments of life continued to survive. They were out of the way of the dragon's steps, giving them the dubious honor of surviving this workout even as they bore witness to the horrible power of a dragon's paws. When his feet came down near them they were nearly deafened by the thunderous impact; the sounds of entire cities being destroyed were eerily quiet in comparison. The gust of wind brought his scent to them, a scent that was increasing as potency as time progressed. And then, as the foot lifted again, they could observe the wreckage from a 'safe' distance, making it abundantly clear just how tiny, weak, and pathetic they all were relative to this towering male.

Azure was getting properly into his stride now and began grunting with exertion. He wanted something more to fuel him for an extended sprint and began to drain the micros below. Those who previously assumed they were safe at the edges soon found themselves perilously close to the dragon's feet as everything was moved toward the center. Those steps were getting longer as the muscle dragon started to run, creating even more havoc. The speed with which his paws came off the treadmill was enough to pull debris with it, showering the remaining micros with various bits of buildings. Most of it was already broken into pieces too tiny to be recognizable to those it. But that destructive force was nothing compared to Azure's paws; they were what these tiny creatures truly feared.

With the dragon in a full sprint the micros were barely able to follow his movements. They simply prayed to whoever was listening that they'd somehow survive and escape this terrifying ordeal. Being here, however, meant that no god was listening to them any longer. It was too late for them. Each impact of a foot was enough to make the entire machine shake which in turn sent violent tremors through the tiny landscape below. Entire mountains crumbled just from the shaking; landslides ravaged what little remained of civilization. And all the while, Azure just kept running. his feet rhythmically struck the treadmill like the war drum of hell itself. Every impact reverberated through the entire world laid out beneath him.

Only after the machine beeped to signal the end of his routine did Azure begin to slow. His pace declined gradually as he cooled down before he eventually came to a halt. That half hour routine seemed like a year of pure torture for the few thousand survivors still left, most of them in a single village that was on the edge of the map. But Azure was thorough in his destruction. He knew there was a pretty good chance something was still there for him to siphon away a bit of power from. With another thought, he focused on that landscape and diminished its size by a factor of a hundred. While his toes previously were mountainous, they now loomed like alien planets. Each one now dwarfed the entire Continent that had been summoned. He stood next to the speck and simply drummed his toes for a moment, allowing the micros one last gasp of musky air before he stepped forward. This time, when the ball of his foot descended upon those tiny ones, there were no survivors. He ground out the world like it was a mere bug before stepping off, leaving the treadmill clear for the next user.

Predation

Among the more curious additions to the Society was a rather small, white-furred, teenaged mouse named Regal. Osimaret selected him as a member as it turned out the mouse himself already shared one of the key abilities the demon offered: The ability to shrink others. The mouse agreed not to use that power against any other members of the Society in exchange for the endless supply of victims that the demon could offer. It seemed like a fair enough trade; Regal got to indulge himself whenever he wanted and Osimaret still got to get rid of a few more damned creatures in a creative fashion.

While many of the other members enjoyed taking out entire cities or even planets at a time, Regal preferred a much more personal approach. He usually asked for just one or two victims at a time, often things rather close to the mouse's size. There was one constant in those requests though: They were all predatory species and almost always ones that would normally feast on small rodents like Regal. If he was going to help send these creatures to their doom, Regal wanted to make sure they suffered a bit in this life as well before getting the chance to move on to other things. Most of his sessions took place in the back rooms of the gym, behind closed doors. He wanted his playthings to think they were alone.

On this otherwise fine day, Regal decided to take on just one creature for his use. It was an anthropomorph of a housecat, some sort of mixed breed, exactly the sort of creature whose feral cousins might be owned by humans to hunt mice around the house. The creature was completely naked and, at first, quite confused as to where he was or what this other mammal was doing in front of him. At first the cat wasn't that much smaller than the mouse - it stood almost chest high to Regal - but that was something likely to change much sooner rather than later. "Well aren't you the smallest little thing?" Regal mused, bringing one hand up to stroke the feline's chin. The cat hissed at him but the mouse was not phased. He just smiled at and waited for the cat to do something stupid. It wasn't a long wait.

Within just a matter of seconds, the cat decided to just try to tackle the mouse. Regal let this happen, for now; he even made a show of squeaking and squirming like he was just another prey item for this somewhat deluded predator. The cat raised a paw to swipe at the mouse but, when he brought it down, he missed. "You really need to work on your aim, kitty," Regal teased, laughing as the cat swung and missed a second time, then a third. The feline was getting positively worked into a frenzy. How could he miss such a large target so many times? Then, suddenly, the cat paused before swinging again. Why was this mouse seemingly such a large target? Regal had guaranteed the cat would miss by shrinking him a few inches mid-swipe until, by now, the cat was barely more than half the height of the mouse he'd thought was going to be his. That delay was enough of an opportunity for the mouse to stand up, causing the cat to just fall gracelessly to the floor.

"Shouldn't you be the one overpowering me?" Regal asked, crossing his arms at his chest. He sneered down at the cat, who was now starting to question the wisdom of attacking the only other creature he could see.The mouse lifted his right foot and kicked the cat firmly in the stomach, causing the smaller one to double over in pain. Another blow was directed toward the chest and sent the cat sprawling out onto his back. With his prey in a supine position and gasping for air, Regal took his time in stepping forward and brought one of his 'little' paws onto the cat's chest, pinning him to the ground. "I think this is about where you wanted me, isn't it? You're not a very good predator if you're getting caught by your prey like this." That paw slid forward another several inches until the toes rested right at the cat's mouth. "You can start licking those anytime you want, by the way."

The cat had no intention of actually following through with that order. He was about to say something in protest but, as soon as his mouth opened, the mouse just jammed his toes inside anyway. The cat gagged. The taste was strong, bitter, and had a decent amount of musk mixed in with the dirt upon the sole. "Yes, just like that," Regal said, wiggling his toes in pleasure. He deliberately wiped them against the feline's raspy tongue while continually trying to push them deeper. Occasionally he gripped that tongue between two of his toes - miring in some of the most potent grime - just to torment the cat. The longer this dragged on, the harder it was for the predator-turned-prey to actually deal with those toes jamming into his mouth. Without any other reference points in the room he couldn't even tell he was shrinking again until he gagged on a toeclaw scratching at the back of his throat.

"Aw. Am I too much for the little kitty?" By now the cat was less than a quarter of the mouse's size. The weight of that paw upon his chest was getting rather painful. The mouse pulled his toes free of the cat's face and just crouched over the little creature. There was a hint of musk from the rodent's groin but Regal seemed far more interested in just using that as a way to tease and torment the cat than in getting off just yet. However, the mouse's erection was hard for the shrunken creature to ignore; it made it somewhat hard for him to even see the mouse's face. For the micro, that needy erection was enough to dominate his vision. The mouse was modestly proportioned; compared to a tiny feline, however, it was still quite the impressive organ. Regal grabbed the cat in one hand and brought him up to his crotch, idly comparing the length of his dick to the cat's. "God, even your dick is even smaller than mine. What kind of hunter are you?" The mouse laughed cruelly and dropped his plaything, leaving the small one on the floor once again. Regal repositioned himself so he was kneeling down, straddling the cat's hips, so that rodent cock was right above the cat's upper body. With a little more shrinking, the mouse ensured that the cat's face was directly beneath his cockhead.

After allowing the cat several moments to look up in fear of the larger male's genitals, the mouse started putting his size to use. He wrapped his left hand around the base of his cock and gave it a wiggle, letting it bounce and throb ever closer to the small one's head. And then, without further warning, he brought it down upon the smaller one with a firm *thwack* of flesh meeting flesh. The blow bruised both the pride and the chest of the cat; it was almost as bad as being hit by a small car. Chittering to himself, Regal gave the cat another smack, then another, each time hitting just a bit harder and leaving the cat just a bit smaller. His next two swings were side to side, bitch slapping the tiny, abused predator left and right. All the while the mouse was starting to leak precum, which dripped off his shaft and started to mat down the feline's fur, staining it with the scent of a truly superior male. The mouse's cockhead alone now covered all of the cat's face; Regal shifted forward and just rubbed back and forth across him for a few moments to savor those whiskers teasing against his pulsing glans.

Now that the cat looked like a mess the mouse stood up once again, rising to his full height over the coughing and sputtering micro. By now the cat was less than a foot tall, while Regal had grown significantly; just one of his paws now was larger than the feline's entire body. "What's wrong? I thought you wanted to get hold of me. You probably planned on catching me by my tail, too," he teased. He shifted position and whipped the micro across the chest with his tail, leaving yet another mark upon his plaything. "Now you can't even handle that. You're a pathetic mess. At least let me help clean you up a bit. How about a shower?" Laughing, the rodent once again grabbed his dick with one hand and aimed it at the micro. Rather than beating him with his flesh the mouse simply began to urinate. Though the stream wasn't exceptionally pungent, the briny scent was still unmistakable for anything other than piss. It crashed down painfully upon the cat's head and kept him pinned against the ground with sheer force. Unable to move himself out of the way, the micro tried to lift his hands to deflect the stream but that too was a mistake; the pressure was enough to break the cat's wrists before his arms were simply blasted to the ground once more. The mouse aimed back and forth to make sure every last inch - what few of them there still were - was covered in that salty fluid before the stream finally went dry.

Having emptied his bladder, Regal elected to crouch down and once again present his cocktip to the oh-so-tiny creature that now cowered in terror beneath him. The little one was shivering now, in part thanks to the cooling piss that had soaked into his fur. "Go on. Have a drink. You need it." The feline was finding it hard to resist now, his will almost as broken as his body. It was a challenge just to keep from becoming ill as he stuck his tongue out and collected the last droplet of piss upon that mouse's cumslit. His reward? Another short, heavy spurt of pee that forced its way directly down the micro's throat. When the cat coughed and sputtered the giant simply rolled his eyes. "Oh come on. It was only a couple of drops. I can't believe you can't even handle that." Standing up again, Regal considered what else he could inflict upon that thoroughly battered little one. He put his left foot onto the cat, ensuring the ball of his foot came down upon the feline's chest. He was barely pressing down but the weight was intolerable. For the feline, even breathing was becoming painful; his throat burned with every inhalation and exhalation. It certainly wasn't helping that the musk of the mouse's toes was once again filling his nostrils, easily ten times more pungent than it was earlier.

"How about a footrub?" Regal asked, trying to sound innocent. The demand was absurd, for lots of reasons, not least of which because the cat's hands simply no longer worked. He tried to lift his paws up and do what the mouse wanted, even if only to try earn himself a quicker death, but with his wrists shattered it was excruciatingly painful to even move his arms around. After a few feeble efforts the cat simply had to give up. The pain was bad enough he was seeing stars and getting physically ill from it all. "No? God you're a useless wreck. I guess I'll just have to eat you now since that's about all you're good for..." The mouse smiled broadly; he knew that he would trigger pure, primal terror at the mere mention of being eaten alive. As expected the cat found enough strength to get up and tried to run.

Rather than chasing the cat right away, the mouse opened the door and gestured out toward the hallway. "I'll give you a full minute head start. That's more than you'd do for me if our sizes were reversed but I'm feeling generous tonight." Regal stepped back from the entrance and made his way to the far wall, waiting in a corner of the room and silently counting off seconds. The cat knew he had to get out of this room before that minute was up. He had no idea where he would go or what he could do afterward but staying here was insanity. But even now the mouse wasn't going to play fair. As the tiny feline sprinted away, quite literally running for his life, the mouse made him shrink even further. The door never seemed to get any closer as the cat ran his heart out; Regal manipulated sizes to guarantee that result. Somewhere in the distance, the cat could see various other shapes getting even larger but, driven by instinct and instinct alone, he had no mental energy to think about what was really going on.

The mouse simply relished in the renewed panic as he counted the last few seconds of the cat's time out loud. "Five... four... three... two... one..." And then, he was off. To call it a chase was still giving the little victim far too much credit. All Regal had to do was take a half-dozen steps and there he was, standing right over the now ant-sized speck. Each footstep caused the ground to shake beneath the cat until the tiny one just fell onto his face. Things went dark a few moments later. The cat looked up and saw nothing but the pink sole of a mouse paw over head, with Regal's toes flexing in pure anticipation. Rather than stomping the cat into the floor, however, the mouse splayed his toes at the last moment and simply caught the tiny thing between them. "Gotcha..." he said before sitting down on the floor. He pulled his foot around toward his face and took one last look at the little toy between them. It was almost not worth the trouble of finishing him off... almost. He leaned in just a bit closer and licked the cat right off his feet, pulling him into the darkness of his mouth.

For the cat things were simply incomprehensible. The world shifted chaotically when the mouse stepped down. His life didn't even have time to flash before his eyes. But this wasn't the end. No, not yet. He looked around to see those toes rising well over his head and heard that soft, teasing voice from seemingly a thousand feet over his head. The grasping toes gripped as his body with all the force of a trash compactor; two ribs broke instantly when he was grabbed and several others strained from the increased load. The mouse's face looked like something carved into a mountain, except this was very real and very, very deadly. That tongue would have been inescapable even if the cat weren't immobilized by the toes and sheer pain; by now the cat was just too small and frail to defend himself, just as a mouse would be in the wild. Things went dark as Regal's mouth sealed shut around him. An unknown amount of time passed before the cat was simply swallowed, whole and alive, and sent to the final hell of a giant's stomach. Even the mouse's esophagus was a force to be reckoned with; it rippled all over the cat as it pulled him downward, breaking even more of his bones in the descent. By the time the feline was in the stomach, he had finally blacked out from the cumulative effects of injuries. The stomach growled in protest at such a meager meal; Regal finally left the room to go seek some more substantial food, leaving no trace of the cat behind.

Jacuzzi

Osimaret took a long walk through the gym and just smiled at what he saw. He was surrounded by at least a dozen exercisers at any given time, all of whom had taken well to their routines. The demon certainly got in on it from time to time as well - it would be a travesty for him to be physically weaker than his companions - but today he felt like simply taking the chance to relax. He made his way to one of the larger private rooms and locked the door behind him, giving him the privacy he desired in a space he could be particularly comfortable. It was rare he took this kind of time to himself and he did not want to be disturbed.

The lights in the room slowly dimmed just because the demon willed it. The floor slowly sank in, forming a round shape, perhaps half as deep as the demon's height. A ledge formed around the circumference of that, providing a place to sit in the empty hole, though Osimaret had no intention of allowing it to remain empty for long. This was a pool - or more specifically, a hot tub - and it needed to be filled. It took quite a bit of effort for him to summon several worlds at once but he did precisely that: The entire floor of the pool was covered in planets of various sizes. Most were smaller around than a baseball; some were like mere marbles on the floor. They had one thing in common, however, in that they were all about to be smashed to bits. In the dimmed room, the demon's black flesh was almost impossible to see, especially with the speed at which he moved.

With the stage set, Osimaret climbed in and started trampling on that collection of damned spheres as if they were wine grapes after a fine harvest. He delighted in the sensation of those orbs crumbling beneath his feet, sending thick, gooey magma bursting from his toes. That was the kind of heat only a demon could withstand; the narwhal took it in stride as he kept stomping about. Some of the lava began to flood onto the other planets but that was not a problem for long; they all were going to end up in the same way. When there was a sufficiently large gap in the flood he simply summoned another handful of planets, smashing them in the same way. His work was tireless, rhythmic, and a task dedicated to pure destruction. The demon didn't even bother absorbing the mass of those worlds for now as he wanted to leave that to fill the hot tub.

As the level of fluid rose, it became clear that he was going to have to change tactics if he wanted to continue savoring the sensation of destruction beneath his feet. The cetacean begrudgingly climbed out of the tub for now and brought forth another collection of planets, this time scattering them upon the seat he soon intended to occupy. With several solar systems worth of planets simply laid out before him the demon climbed down and started to walk again. He made his way around that seat like it was a balance beam, carefully putting one foot immediately in front of the other. There was almost no gap for a planet to survive. The only difference is that, as the level of lava rose in the pool, that radiating light allowed the tiny ones to actually see what was about to happen to them. Osimaret still looked like a shadow that defied explanation, but the curves of his soles were at least visible before smashing down on a planet, breaking it apart like just another ball of dirt. Within another two minutes, the lava from that next set of fifty or so worlds was pooling into the tub, raising its level even further.

By now, there was just enough magma for Osimaret to submerge himself up to his knees. It was a start but he wanted to get that tub completely full. He changed tactics this time, instead summoning just one planet, allowing it to remain the size of a large beach ball. It was almost a third of the demon's size. Osimaret just smiled down at the tiny ones upon the surface, raising the lights for a moment just so they could actually take in his body. He wasn't sure if those tiny, pathetic little things could even tell the difference between his chest and a black hole, but giving them at least a chance to look seemed like the sporting thing to do. He said nothing, however; those creatures clearly weren't worth actually talking to. His brief moment of vanity over, the demon grabbed hold of the planet in both arms and hugged it against his chest. Some of the littles were flung from their home world and onto the demon's chest; he simply absorbed them immediately rather than waiting for them to die out in some other fashion. Some on the opposite side of the planet were crushed by the demon's hands as they descended from the sky. A few were pinned between his arms and the world's surface and felt the muscles flexing as the giant gave yet another squeeze.The others simply had the 'pleasure' of watching their planet begin to literally come apart beneath their feet.

Osimaret grunted as he kept working over that orb, squeezing time after time, as if it were simply trying to drain the juice from a particularly large and stubborn piece of fruit. Magma began to trickle from those cracks. The planet's lifeblood was being spilled just because this twisted giant wanted to break it. The sounds of the world breaking apart echoed through the room and across the tiny landscape. Each squeeze felt like it could have been the last. Most of the little ones were praying; a few were insane enough to actually decry the end of the world as if it weren't completely fucking obvious already. At least they were right this time. The world was ending. With one last burst of effort that world completely collapsed on itself, showering the demon in another heavy rush of sticky, molten rock. Osimaret looked like a butcher after a full day's work, except that instead of blood he was coated from head to tail to toe in the glowing-hot remnants of several civilizations.

In that orgy of destruction, though, the demon had accomplished his initial goal: The hot tub was full almost to overflowing. He stretched his body out one last time before stepping in, allowing himself to sink to his chin in that red-hot fluid. He groaned as the heat penetrated his body, relaxing his muscles in a way that no masseuse could ever hope to accomplish. It was enough to slowly lull him to sleep. He'd worry about absorbing the mass of all these worlds once he woke up.