Who's the Boss
"Good morning George, how are you today?"
At the familiar voice of Dr. Abraham Schofield, the silverback gorilla waddled to the bars of the cage. He stared at Dr. Schofield for several minutes, his dark brown eyes transfixed, before he turned around and walked back to the corner he had occupied before. Roughly 18 hours of George the silverback's day were spent in a massive enclosure, simulating his natural habitat of forests and leaves. But six hours of the day were spent in this cage, roughly ten by ten feet. For these six hours a day, he was prodded and poked with needles. Samples of his blood, nails, and fur were taken by men in white coats, and he was given his daily injections. He was given food and water while in the cage, and the pricks of needles were never anything more than flea bites, but he did not like this time. How the men treated him, how they flaunted their strength and authority, it irritated him to no end. He had been angry the first days of these experiments, and pounded the bars and the floor. Now, he simply waited for it to be over.
"Well George, how are you doing?" Dr. Schofield asked aloud, as he looked over the clipboard that documented the changes in the ape. It seemed he was reacting well to the new chemical compound, dubbed Compound 11-03. It was of Abraham's own creation, and he felt something akin to fatherly pride to see it working. George's size had increased several times. His hide and fur had grown significantly denser and resistant to penetration. Conventional needles could no longer do their job, and the scientists had taken to using modified diamond tipped needles for injections. "The boys at the Pentagon are going to be happy with this," he muttered.
The most consistent problem in past test subjects was cardiac arrest. George's heart seemed to be doing well, if a bit fast for his new size. The fact it was staying healthy represented a breakthrough in the experiments. "Double George's exposure to Compound 11-03," he said. "We need more test subjects as well. I want to know if George is special, or all simians will react this way.
Dr. Schofield handed the chart off to another scientist, and picked up a different chart, this one marked Subject R-12. "Lizzie," he muttered, and walked into another room of the laboratory.
"Dr. Fields," Abraham said, and spent a formal moment shaking hands with the elderly geneticists standing before him. "How is Lizzie doing today?"
Dr. Fields sighed. "Subject R-12," she corrected, "is reacting positively to the drugs. Perhaps too well, in fact." She gestured to the large pen, walled with Plexiglas, that held a single komodo dragon. "There were six test subjects two hours ago. Now there is only one. And he's still growing."
Dr. Schofield leapt back when the massive reptile appeared suddenly, ramming itself against the foot thick wall. Dr. Fields passively looked to lizard, who hissed at her, before returning to the opposite side of the cage. "Its scales have grown significantly denser, and its size has increased almost three times since devouring its siblings. The diamond tipped needles are no longer working. We are going to try gassing it to put it down."
"We have never had subjects take to the chemicals this well. It's something about them, their genetic structure or their heritage. They represent some sort of perfect storm of genetics, able to absorb the drugs, take them, use them in a way we didn't think possible. You can't just put the subject down."
Once more, the massive lizard rammed itself against the Plexiglas, and Dr. Schofield took a nervous step away. Dr. Fields cast a scornful gaze upon the lizard, who returned to the opposite side of the enclosure. "You can do whatever you would like with your ape," she said. "But Subject R-12 is my responsibility. We have made note of the drug mixtures that have produced its growth. This... thing is too dangerous to let live, and I am not going to put someone's life in danger. The whole purpose of these experiments is to make a better weapon and save human lives."
"Well, we'll just see what the Colonel has to say about that." Dr. Schofield walked back to the cage that held George. His six hours were up, and it was time to sedate the ape and have him transferred to his usual habitat. They had taken to using diamond tipped needles to penetrate his hide, but now even those didn't seem to be working. That didn't stop the scientists from trying. With twelve foot spears they jabbed and poked at him, desperate to inject him with the drugs that would keep him calm, but were only succeeding in making him more and more furious.
"Get the gas," Dr. Schofield ordered, and one of the interns ran off. "And stop jabbing him; you're just pissing him off."
"He's already pissed off," said another of the scientists, who suddenly succeeded jamming the spear under George's jaw, one of the "sweet spots."
Agitated and angry, George rushed the bars of his cage, slamming his full weight against them. He braced himself and pounded furiously against the ground, swatting the annoying spears to pieces if any of them dared to approach him.
"Get the gas," Dr. Schofield said again.
Again and again, George slammed his fists into the bars or the ground, and if one looked closely, each time he grew just a little bit larger. It was subtle, and difficult to tell, especially with how much he was moving. But soon there could be no doubt. Bracing himself, he charged at the bars, and when that did not work, he slammed against them furiously with burly fists. The bars themselves were made of titanium, but the screws that held the cage together were only steel, and each time the force was rammed against them, they budged just a little more. Abraham Schofield turned to run, as the cage suddenly collapsed.
George did not immediately realize he was free. The passive scuffling and muffled voices suddenly changed to piercing screams, disorienting him. He braced himself, and stood slowly, eyes shifting left to right, watching all the men and women in white coats scurry about around him. Standing almost eight feet tall, his head bumped into the low ceiling.
Security, in their pressed blue uniforms, pushed their way through the crowd of fleeing scientists. They were taken aback by the sight of the gigantic ape, but just as quickly lifted their shotguns to their eye and fired. George recoiled at the noise, and felt the miniscule beat of pellets against his thick fur. He growled at that, not hurt, but annoyed by the sound and, more importantly, the challenge. He did not like humans, who poked him and prodded him and laughed him, and now they dared to challenge him. He roared at them, slamming a fist into the ground, but they continued.
A massive arm swung, and George knocked three of the security away. Their bodies broke like dolls tossed aside by a careless child, and satisfied that his authority had been made clear, George looked around for something to eat. Then he felt an impact, this one on his face. That hurt, and he spent a moment rubbing his eye as he looked about, at last setting his gaze upon Abraham. "Don't make me do this, George," the doctor said, pumping the shotgun and lifting it once more to his eye.
Of all the humans, George hated Abraham the most, and lifted his hand to slap him away. The doctor shot, but it had no effect, and George knocked the shotgun away with a burly backhand. Abraham attempted to run, of course, but he was far too slow, and a pair of hands swiftly caught hold of him and lifted him into the air.
The doctor was their leader, George knew. If George could dominate this one, then surely the others would fall into line and cease pestering him. More men in blue were already pushing their way through the crowd, armed with bigger guns, so it was clear they were not going to stop. George would just have to show them who was in charge.
And besides, it had been too long since he had a proper mate. He was already feeling flustered, just at the thought of what he could do with this little man. He looked down at the doctor, who was beating against his hands in a feeble attempt to free himself. The kinetic energy of the fists against his fingers was causing him to grow just a few centimeters at a time. He was not aware of this, though he could feel pleasantness all over his body. All he was really thinking about was the little man who had been his oppressor, and how good it would feel to show him whose boss. He started by pinching the doctor's white coat. He had seen the doctors take their coats off, so he was aware he was not tearing skin. The fabric yielded under his efforts, and soon he had reached the under layer of clothing. The shirt came off without trouble: it was loose enough and the buttons simply popped under the strain. The pants were slightly harder, but eventually they too tore, and although George accidentally crushed one of the doctor's feet in the process, his work was done.
George actually enjoyed the feel of soft, warm skin against his callous hands. Abraham was still wiggling, although now small enough that George could keep hold of him with one hand, as the other reached down and very gently began to rub at the sheath between his squat legs. He looked down at his erection, curious, and watched as it started to grow plump and fat. In contrast to his black and silver body, his erection was a pinkish sort of color, very easy to spot.
George pulled Abraham's legs apart and used his thumbs to pry the buttocks wide, exposing the adorable pucker between them. It would be a tight fit, to be sure, but George had faith this would work, and quickly lowered the man down.
The additional security finally broke through its stalemate with the panicked crowd. Armed with M4 carbines, they took position and lifted their rifles. Unsure about engaging while the target was holding a hostage, they watched with horror as George carefully lowered the squirming, rag doll like man and forced him to sit upon the throbbing shaft. Abraham screamed suddenly, although the scream came to a chilling halt, replaced with a voiceless gasp as the penis broke the tight seal of his anus, and started to fill his bowels with warmth and wet pre. The security opened fire all at once, controlled bursts at first, but when that had no effect, they switched to full auto.
Like before, George was aware he was being shot, although this time it was because of the sounds more than the impacts. He could barely feel anything, save the tightness of the man's bowels stretched over his pride. His penis, unburdened with layers upon layers of muscle and fur, was not as deadened to the sensations of touch, and that made the lustful bliss all the more intense. He was annoyed at the sounds of gunfire. These humans simply did not learn, but they didn't seem capable of hurting him, so their pathetic attempts were more an annoyance than anything else. He allowed them to continue shooting, only concerned with his pleasure for now. He could always kill them later.
Dr. Schofield's world was one of pain and horror, as he felt the sizeable gorilla girth pressing between his tight buttocks. Again and again he beat at the gorilla's hand, as if he might hit some magic nerve and be free. He could feel the girth, shoved deep inside his bowels, growing thicker, as were the hands that were holding him. The scientist in his mind theorized kinetic energy caused the growth spurts, and yet the raw terror was stronger, and he continued to beat even as he realized things were only getting worse.
Humping up, George suddenly found his head slammed through the ceiling, though he barely noticed. He held tight to the man's legs, and pulled him down over his erection, roaring and snarling at the pleasant feel on his shaft. Taking Abraham under the arms, George began to move him up and down slowly, savoring the tight (although quickly widening) hole he was raping. The gunshots continued to pepper him, only increasing the rate of his growth, and greatening the pain that Dr. Schofield was going through. His body went limp suddenly. George did not notice. One final hump, and a splash of white exploded into the corpse's bowels. The stomach distended after a moment, and then tore, white mixed with red splashing onto the ground in a gruesome display.
George felt electric. He had to sit, and sighing heavily, spent several moments savoring the afterglow. His erection increased in size suddenly, and the body impaled on his shaft split down the middle. He rubbed himself gently with the two flaps of skin, trying to stretch the bliss as long as he could. Although not sated, his lust, at least, was no longer a fire in the pit of his stomach, and he could think somewhat straight.
Aware their weapons were having no effect, the security joined the panicked scientists attempting to flee. George let them. Eventually he stood, and his head and shoulders crashed through the ceiling. He headed forward, crashing through walls and shoving the humans aside, searching for a way out. He did not like the confusion and the noise.
As the laboratory panicked, none noticed Lizzie's tireless efforts to free himself. Again and again he rammed himself against the Plexiglas, tirelessly throwing his full girth into the invisible wall. Cracks did not form; a testament of the plastic's strength, but very gradually, the frame of the enclosure began to yield. All were too concerned with escaping the laboratory, and so they were taken by surprise when the Plexiglas wall suddenly gave way, and the gigantic lizard appeared in their midst.
Lizzie wasted no time. Devouring his five brothers had done nothing to sate his hunger, and he had worked up an even greater appetite getting free. He twisted his head side to side, happening to catch one scientist in the chest and knocking him across the ground. Confused and battered, the scientist attempted to sit up, when he suddenly felt something strong coil around his leg. He opened his eyes, confused, but then looked with horror into the golden eyes of the Komodo dragon, its tongue firmly tied around his ankle. Immediately, the scientist kicked his foot into the monster's snout, causing Lizzie to recoil slightly. He attempted to kick again, but Lizzie, savvy as he was, opened his mouth wide. The moment he felt the foot on his tongue, his jaws snapped shut like a vice. His tongue pulled away from the legs and instead wrapped around the man's middle, just above his hips. Restrained, the man could do nothing but stare with horror as the mouth opened wide enough to swallow him whole. The jaws, glistening with saliva, stretched forward, and for a brief moment the scientist was able to see the endless pink tunnel of his devourer. Then the jaws clamped onto the human's navel, cutting through flesh and skin without effort, but not quite cutting him in half.
A komodo dragon, as with most lizards, lacked a diaphragm, so sucking the man up would be difficult. Lizzie instead reared up onto his hind legs, and opened his mouth wide. It was strange to stand on his rear legs like this, but Lizzie also found it oddly natural. Although his tongue was sticky, gravity proved a greater force, and much to the horror of those who had been watching the grim devouring, the scientist suddenly disappeared down the long throat, lab coat and all. A moment after the disturbing bulge of humanity had passed past Lizzie's shoulders, he suddenly grew several feet, large enough his head crashed against the ceiling.
Lizzie hissed, annoyed at that, and grew even more annoyed when he realized there were only a few humans left within reach. There was one, however, that immediately caught his eye. A particularly plump woman was rushing for the exit, struggling to make it with her hands filled with papers and her feet stuffed into high heeled shoes. Even from behind, Lizzie knew in an instant it was Dr. Fields, his captor. Lizzie stomped towards her, and managed to catch the plump woman before she could escape out the door. He lifted her, and smiled wide as he lay his body down across the exit, to assure no others would escape. She smelled delicious. She whimpered pitifully as the tongue slipped over her face and over her chest. She screamed, but screams were silenced when Lizzie abruptly stuffed her between his lips, headfirst. In the same way he had devoured his first human, he tilted his head up and gulped suddenly, and felt her bulk slide effortlessly down his slick, pulsating throat. Mercilessly, she was squeezed, her screams still emerging from the muscular throat. When only her feet were kicking out of his lips, he stuffed another human into his maw. And then he grabbed two more, so there was a constant chain of meat sliding into his belly.
Smashing through one last wall, George found himself in a street, in the open, and was initially confused at the various noises and smells. His environment had always been obviously artificial and controlled, and now to be in the chaos of a major city, it was overwhelming. He leaned awkwardly against a building, rubbing his head, confused. But soon enough he remembered his purpose. Looking between his legs, he saw his pink erection, dribbling white drops into the street below.
He started to walk. At first, he had to toss and push the humans aside, and they actually tried to fight him: fists beat him, police shot him, a stray car even rammed against his leg. But he grew steadily larger, and soon he could walk along easily, his feet falling carelessly into the midst of the humans, crushing them and their vehicles. He was not sure what he was looking for, but knew he would know when he found it. He was vaguely aware he was changing, growing, but was unbothered by it. He soon found it prudent to walk on two legs instead of four. His spine had straightened and his legs had grown slightly larger, better able to support his new stature. His feet had grown larger and wider, better to support his body and better to crush those he stepped on, which was delightful. As he walked, he idly rubbed his great penis, splashes of white dropping down and flooding the street.
The opposite side of the ruined office building suddenly exploded out, and Lizzie pressed his head out of the confines. His first tentative steps into the open (for unlike George, he had been hatched in a laboratory and ever knew of a world outside) were filled with fear and reluctance. But he was hungry, and he could see that the streets were absolutely chock full of little treats. With only his forelegs out of the building, he stretched his long neck down, and slipped out his tongue, brushing the sticky appendage through the largest crowd within reach. Perhaps ten people found themselves stuck hopelessly to the appendage, and lifted towards the cavernous maw. In desperation several condemned people grabbed hold of others from the crowd, refusing to relinquish their hold even as it became clear they were utterly doomed.
The various flavors of humanity exploded into Lizzie's senses, as he brought his tongue into his mouth and closed his jaws. He did not chew, of course, but simply tilted his head back and gulped all at once, his powerful throat muscles dragging the dozens of lives down his gullet. As they plopped down into his belly, he began to grow, widening the hole he had formed in the building's side and threatening its already precarious standing. Lizzie did not care. The immediate group of food had pressed out of reach, so he shuffled after them. The building behind him collapsed and flooded the street with dust and debris, obscuring the sight of the monster as he wandered along, tongue out and drifting side to side with each step he took. He could not see, but he did feel as little bodies came to stick to his tongue, and when his tongue was full, he brought it back into his mouth and gulped them all down. Within minutes, he must have devoured fifty, and yet his hunger still burned in his belly. The more he ate, the more he grew. His stomach grew along with the rest of his body, which meant it could never feel full. He did not understand that, however. He just knew the hunger was inside him, and he had an inexhaustible supply of delicious meat right in front of him.
Turning a corner, George found an impressive row of tanks standing before him, the L11A5 120 mm rifled cannons all trained on him. At first, the sight of the toy sized vehicles confused him, but soon he sensed the challenge, and snarled. The snarls were met with thick, armor piercing shells, pummeling him.
The only sign that the shells had found their mark were the ripples and plumes of smoke that dotted over George's shaggy hide. Some of the blasts, however, impacted the massive pillar of flesh that hung down from between George's legs, and caused soft groans and growls to surge through him. The cannons reloaded quickly, and another volley of blast followed, though George was already moving forward, great erection swaying side to side with his each step. He snatched one of the tanks off the ground, his powerful fingers denting the thick metal, and he lifted it up, curious about it. As he brought it to his face, the cannon exploded, slamming into his nose and causing him to growl in fury. The old urge to dominant returned instantly, and as he looked down at the enormous shaft, a smile crept across his features.
He gripped his erection with one hand. It dribbled pitifully, eagerly, and he turned the tank so its front and cannon were facing the hungry slit. Another shell was released, and sent a pleasured ripple through George's body as it pounded against his engorged glans. Trying something, he placed the tank down against his slit, slipping the cannon into his gaping hole. The cannon exploded. George found himself chuckling, as a splash of white gushed over the tank, painting it and his fingers. His intention was to shove the tank down his slit, but it seemed he was not large enough...yet. Instead, he brought the tank around to his backside. Slowly, carefully, he poked the extended cannon against his buttocks, searching for his crack. His body had changed, and he was not yet accustomed to his new dimensions. And the tank kept unloading its ordinance, slamming against him, and sending pleasured tingles through his body, so he didn't mind some exploration. At last he managed to find his crack, and then press the tank right up against his quivering, hungry anus. His anus was far, far looser than his slit, and he found it surprisingly easy to push the lubricated metal box against his pucker. Another cannon blast shot, and bounced around his anal walls, causing him to groan and shake.
He pressed on the tank's tail end with one finger, working it deeper and allowing it to unload its cannon. The tank's treads came to life again, spinning furiously in reverse. It struggled to find purchase in the most skin of the sphincter, and the cannon exploded with some new type of shell which made him feel even better than before. George's grunt of bliss was quite loud, as the shell slammed against his prostate and then bounced around inside his bowels. He pressed until he felt the squishy warmth of his anus' rim on his fingers, and pulled it out slowly. Muscles sealed behind the tank's tail end. He scooped up a second tank from the ground, and placed it against his hungry vent. Having grown even more, this second tank slipped between his heavy cheeks with no trouble, ramming against the other and he pushed both deeper with a lone finger. His erection was leaking profusely, not quite large enough to swallow one of the tanks up, not yet. He snatched up three tanks, and crushed and compressed them together until they were one large shape. He rammed this new toy deep inside him, the width of three tanks enough to stretch his anus in a delightful way.
He snatched up one more tank. Again, he tried to fit it down his slit, but he was not large enough. There was something disappointing about that, but got over it quickly. Squeezing the tank between two fingers, rolling it between his palms several times, he finally made it longer and thinner and just the right size. He was careful with the tank's cannon, not wanting to damage it, but still was not sure it would fire. It didn't really matter though. He placed the tank on his slit, and managed to work the thinner front inside him.
George took several heavy steps forward. The tanks at his feet attempted to hold their ground, but were easily crushed beneath his careless steps. Just beyond the tanks were a large group of humans, who must have thought themselves safe behind their metal behemoths.
He walked forward casually, idly rubbing himself. The tanks slid steadily deeper into his bowels, although the three in his sphincter remained as a bulky butt plug, at least for now. The humans felt delightful under his very large feet. Although he did not actively seek to step on them, there were just so many, it seemed his foot could not fall without crushing at least a few. He enjoyed his walk, taking his time, until at last he had reached the center of the street, and squatted down to gather two handfuls of toys. A few individual bodies managed to wiggle between his digits and plummet into the crowd, but there was such a dense collection in his hands, he had a nice large amount to play with. Cupping his hands together, he brought his hands down to his hips, and rested them against his dribbling glans. Parting his hands just a little, he pushed his hips forward, rewarded after a breathless moment with a dozen little fists beating against his slit. His steady growth caused the tanks to shift about inside him. His slit had widened, and suddenly the tank was moving down his fleshy tube. The treads of the tanks housed in his ass were still spinning, but the squeezing muscles of his bowels were bringing them deeper, despite their best efforts. And how they pounded and pounded his glistening walls with their toy cannons. He rubbed his erection slowly, feeling the humans on the outside beating and kicking, and the tank inside him slowly going deeper, until it plopped into his heavy scrotum. Without restraint, he shoved his hips forward and into the writhing, beating mass between his large hands.
His legs felt weak, and he had to sit. He dropped, his massive hips smothering and crushing hundreds of the crowd and causing two deep indents in the pavement. A few of dozen people, spared being crushed beneath the massive ass, found themselves trapped between the house sized gluts and directly beneath George's quivering anus. They did not survive much longer than their fellows, as George began to bounce up and down, humping into his hands and the squirming mass of humanity he was holding. His erection was growing larger and larger, and he was holding it tighter and tighter, until the bodies held suddenly popped. He scooped up another handful, and masturbated with them, grinding his ass down on the quivering bodies between his cheeks, until he finally hit a sweet plateau of pleasure.
He feel back, and humped the air, shoving his erection forward again and again, grinding and writhing and shaking as gallons upon gallons of white rushed through his massive shaft. Heavy blobs rose up, and then rained down upon those still trapped on the street level with him, marking them distinctly as his.
In another part of the city, Lizzie was having a good time with his own crowd. No matter how many humans he devoured (and he had devoured hundreds), his hunger remained a consistent nag. It was frustrating for him, but his prey supply seemed inexhaustible, and there was so much pleasure to be had in eating. And what fun it was to torture them, as well. He walked forward happily, always sure his feet fell were they were thickest. Their popping bodies provided a pleasant (if brief) massage, and he saw no logic in avoiding them. His mouth was always open, and his head always low to the ground. Drool dripped down his needle sharp teeth and ran over his lips. His tongue swayed through their numbers, the sticky appendage catching humans by the chest or leg or arm, and never yielding no matter how hard they fought. Many men, in desperation, grabbed hold of another bystander and held tight. This delighted Lizzie, who allowed his tongue to linger in the densest mass, giving his victims a chance to grab someone else. Then, he brought them all into his mouth and gulped them down, all alive and still squirming.
Lizzie took an interest in the entrance to a subway system, where humans were rushing into by the dozens. He smiled at a thought of somehow replacing the entrance, and tricking the humans to run into his jaws. A silly thought, and one he soon lost interest in, when his hunger got the better of him.
He came to stand before the tunnel entrance, and flicked his tongue out, tasting the air. He was certain the tunnel was filled with tasties, and so lowering his muzzle, he thrust it forward, into the entranceway. His vision was cut off, given the size of his head, but his tongue slid forward like a snake, searching for prey. He felt impacts upon his tongue, and opened his jaws as he pulled his tongue back. The cement creaked and groaned as he swallowed the mouthful and he began to grow. He attempted to open his jaws again, but found the entrance had become too tight.
Lizzie pulled his head back, and instead rested his body on the ground. He looked to his fore claw, flexing each of his fingers, before reaching it into the tunnel's entrance. His fingers, spread wide, sifted through the mass of humans housed underground. He flexed his finger, trying to snatch the humans up, but found it difficult to catch them. He did manage to pin a couple against a wall, and quickly took them out, but was disappointed to see only about a dozen terrified faces, staring up at him. He opened his mouth very wide, showing the pink innards and the row upon row of razor sharp teeth, before he stuffed his whole hand into his mouth, up to the mid forearm. His cheeks bulged slightly, before he carefully pulled his hand back, sucking each of his fingers clean. He noticed, to his delight, his fingers now bore a coating of sticky saliva, and he quickly stuffed his hand back into the tunnel. Groping blindly, he soon pulled his hand out to reveal almost a hundred humans, stuck on his sticky palm and fingers.
When he had exhausted his immediate supply of treats, Lizzie searched for a new feeding ground. He was growing, more and more, and the effort of catching the miniscule humans just wasn't worth the hassle. He wanted something bigger, and turning a corner, he found himself staring at George, casually laying in the street and content with his latest masturbation. Lizzie licked his lips. George looked nothing short of delicious, and all that rippling meat, surely that would sate Lizzie's hunger, if only for a moment. He approached slowly, licking his hand and swaying it through a crowd of humans at his feet. He gobbled them down, and felt himself grow just a few more feet, making him just a bit larger than the ape he was planning to devour.
It was the sounds of lips smacking together that alerted George of his company, and he quickly rolled to his feet. Lizzie's hand swayed through the ocean of humans that separated them, gathering them up. He slipped his entire hand into his mouth, sucking each morsel down and growing as a result, until he was a full head taller than the ape. The ape was undeterred, however, and charged forward, throwing a wild haymaker at the lizard's chest. Lizzie returned the hostility with a claw across the face that sent George reeling. He had almost forgotten what pain was, and so the gashes that raked his cheek, dripping blood, were so new and frightening to him. He was taken off guard when the reptile's claws slashed across his chest, and a powerful tail whacked George off his feet and into a building. Lizzie smiled, approaching to finish is prey off, when he noticed George's size was steadily increasing. Lizzie was confused about that, but from out of the building George had fallen in to, a steady stream of humanity was coming forth.
Lizzie lowered to his knees quickly, and parted his jaws. His tongue swept through the sea, taking hundreds up and gulping them down, and then he began to stuff them into his mouth by the handful. He looked up to George, to see him stomping and shoving his way out of the rubble. Lizzie gulped down another hundred humans, and was reaching for another when he felt a fist slam across his jaw.
He stumbled back, hissing and snarling at George, and attacked with a flurry of claws and snapping teeth. He twisted, slamming his tail into George's bleeding and bloodied chest and succeeded in knocking the ape off his feet. But when the ape stood, he was now a head taller than the lizard, who felt a tug of fear at his breast. Slashes and snaps across the belly had no effect on the ape monster. George was casually strolling forward, growing several meters every moment that passed, until Lizzie found his back against a wall. In desperation, Lizzie swung his claws at the heavy, engorged shaft that was steadily growing between George's legs, and earned a roar of pain from the great ape.
Lizzie knew this would be his only chance, and turned to run. He would devour more, not just the humans but their cars and their buildings too, until he was as large as he needed to be, and then he would finish off the ape. But how large the ape was growing, Lizzie could not shake a sense of dread deep in the pit of his stomach, which turned to pure fear when he felt a strong grip on his tail. He looked back, snarling, as George gave the tail a mighty yank. Lizzie felt himself leave the ground, and was swung. Suddenly, he was thrown into one of the buildings that flanked him.
Now it was Lizzie's turn to feel pain. His scales had grown strong and dense, but even they could not endure the full force of being smashed into a building. He felt pain he thought he had long overcome and another fist slam against his jaw. He was then aware he was being dragged, and scooped what humans he could into his jaws, desperate to add a few more meters to his size. When he was dropped, Lizzie attempted to crawl away, or even gobble up a few more human stragglers, but they slipped between his large, clumsy claws or simply turned to mush the moment he touched them.
George moved his grip to the base of Lizzie's tail, and yanked him high. Gripping his meaty shaft with his other hand, George pushed his hips forward slowly, poking and prodding at the odd shape of the reptile, trying to find his buttocks. Lizzie was such a strange creature, compared to a mammal, but soon George found a delightful part in the plate scales. He rubbed his erection idly, causing a steady dribble of white. It splashed upon the scaly coating of Lizzie's tail hole, and when George believed he was ready, he pushed his erection forward. Lizzie was not an attractive creature, in any sense of the word. He had changed and mutated the more he ate: his neck had grown large, and his limbs had grown long, making him an even uglier creature than when he had started. George did not care. Even if Lizzie had not hurt him, if Lizzie had succumbed to his authority when they first met, he would be doing this. He simply wanted something to fuck.
Lizzie snarled and hissed furiously as the warmth pressed against his tight hole, at first unable to break inside. The gentle battery of his glans against the tail hole was causing George to grow, very slightly, and it did not help with the difficulty penetrating. He slyly allowed Lizzie to reach forward and gobble a few humans or cars up, which made him grow just a little more. When he had finished growing, George resumed his sodomy, pushing himself forward, and eventually he managed to crack the dense scales that covered Lizzie's tail hole. Unable to control himself, he slammed himself forward once more, and broke the scales to pieces. Suddenly, his shaft was inside the warm, silky inner walls of Lizzie's anus, and a state of bliss overcame the ape.
Lizzie went rigid at the feel of the bulk, stretching his tight anus. In an instant, the nerves that lined his sensitive bowels were all on fire. He returned to life after a moment, and began to tear large holes in the street he was laying on, furiously struggling to escape the ape, who kept a firm grip on his tail. It felt good for George, being inside something tight, dry and warm, and for a moment he allowed himself to enjoy it. He wiggled himself gently, feeling himself growing slightly, and then began to pull out. The lizard allowed himself a breath, before George rammed himself in once more. There was the rippling agony of the thick shaft, shoved inside him, but what was worse was Lizzie could feel the shaft constantly growing thicker. His skin was stretching with each passing moment, the bones in his hips forced to part and bend and yield. The hand that was gripping his tail was growing larger, and squeezing tighter; until George threatened to tear Lizzie's tail clean off. He didn't care. Again and again he slammed himself forward, growing slightly larger each time his muscular hips collided with the bruised and battered scales of the lizard, who struggled to gulp down anything he could.
Lizzie hissed once more as he felt a surge of pain ripple through him, and George let out a bellow of lust that shattered windows throughout the city. His body swelled as he humped forward, his seed rushing into the lizard in one great blob. Like the doctor, back in the laboratory, the lizard's hisses and screams suddenly went silent. Aware that if he continued, he would tear the lizard apart, George yanked himself out and dropped the lizard to the ground. Lizzie was bleeding between his legs, as he lay there, defeated. For now, he was not George's concern. Only the painful lust in his swollen testicles bothered him, and he looked around for any mate big enough to take him. It took him more than a moment to realize he was surrounded by potential.
His erection rammed through the nearest building's façade without resistance. He barely felt the impact in fact, even on his sensitive glans. Stone shattered as his penis punched into the building's depths, and he began to hump, desperate to release. His chest pounded against the building's façade, cracking it and causing him to grow larger and larger. The building rocked and creaked and begged him to stop, but he just held tighter to it to assure it wouldn't turn to dust. He bounced from foot to foot, whining and growling, until at last he released. The entire building shuddered violently as the glob of seed rushed through the floors, eventually bursting out the back. Another blob followed, ripping through the building and exploding out the back. He humped and humped, and when the building suddenly turned to dust in his hands, he gripped his cock and rubbed furiously. A steady stream of his cream flooded the streets, marking this land as his own.
George was breathless, but found himself smiling. There was nothing left to challenge him. Even if the buildings came to life, he was taller than they were, and he had shown what he could do. He looked down, and noticed the lizard was again attempting to escape him. He caught it by the tail, as he had before, and lifted it up to his face. He smiled. How small this lizard was to him, only a couple hundred feet, which meant it wouldn't even reach his groin if it were standing against him.
George fell down heavily, his massive form demolishing the building he fell into. It felt good: the odd feel of bricks and gravel and people crushed beneath him, all at once. He reclined, and got comfortable. It was his. It was all his, and if anyone tried to challenge him, he would fight them to the death. But for now, after such a hard day, he just wanted to relax.