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Arcadia.

A name synonymous with the arcane and mythic mystique, the city of Arcadia was perched far beyond the reaches of mortal men, nestled on a vast, expansive, magically reinforced cloud that carried everything and anything the city needed to support and sustain itself. The College of Arcadia dominated the landscape, a towering crystalline structure that was encircled on all sides by four distinct districts populated with Arcadians who call the city home.

Professor Zareth Jace Tigerpaw stirred from his slumber, struggling in vain to banish the morning light from streaming between his closed eyelids. The esteemed professor of astronomy and astrology rolled over and squashed a pillow against his face, cursing silently when he realized that even then, sunlight was still bending around his shield and stabbing into his face as though its sole purpose was to get him to part with his comfy mattress. Several minutes passed before Zareth felt his brain finally warming up from a good night's rest, the network of neurons in his head finally remembered that the morning light was indeed bending into places it shouldn't normally have been able to.

Groaning sheepishly, the white-furred tiger rolled over to the edge of his mattress and eased his thickly muscled legs off the lush cotton quilt and onto the soft dark wood of his bedroom floor. Almost immediate his magical alarm dissipated, the magically redirected sunbeams retreating from his face and resuming their regular positions by the opened windows. The young professor yawned, nearly falling back onto his mattress before catching himself midway. Those bendy sunbeams had merely been the first phase of his alarm, and if his head so much as touched his mattress again the entire bed was going to send him smashing into the stone walls like a coiled spring gone rogue. Dipping a furry paw into the mess of purple hair hanging before him, Zareth swept his silky mane away from his eyes and forced his chiselled, muscular backside to leave the wondrously soft mattress.

There was a loud slapping sound just then, and before Zareth even knew what had happened, a loud and almost bestial moan had been yanked from his lips, a jolt of erotic bliss surging through his limbs and causing his toes to curl in delight. Swinging before him was an enormous, deliciously uncircumcised penis so heavy it had actually left a mark against his leg. Zareth immediately began regulating his breathing, determined to control himself as more and more blood began surging into the veiny, jet-black organ. Try as he might though, it was all the professor could do to run his broad hands across his powerfully muscular body, teasing his semi-erect morning wood into maximum hardness before he even realized what he had been doing. Glistening and swollen, the mushroom head of Zareth's cock spontaneously decided to arouse itself even further as it swung and jerked before him. Testicular sacs the size of grapefruits quickly took that as a sign and swiftly tripled the amount of pre-cum that was already being produced, causing thick globs of shiny fluid to ooze from the gaping cum-slit that capped Zareth's mighty man-prick.

Zareth might have been a professor at the College, but that did not mean he had to be old and dreary and strict. If anything, Zareth was the complete opposite of anything anyone had expected of an astronomy professor. Towering over his peers at an amazing seven feet, ten inches tall and bulging with a little over six hundred frigging pounds of spectacularly sculptured musculature, it should have been no surprise that most (if not all) the new apprentices refused to believe his claim as the astronomy professor until they actually sat down in his classroom. Zareth was so popular in fact, that within three hours into the first day of his employment here at the college, the overtly-buff tiger had found himself the victim of seventy-eight 'accidents' involving everything from stray fireballs that only burned fabric to hexed stationary that shredded his clothing randomly and without even a second of prior warning.

Needless to say one thing left to another and Zareth soon realized every apprentice in the College thought about him whenever they were relieving themselves in the privacy of their dormitories. The thought of seemingly hapless students getting off at the mere memory of his size and form excited him beyond belief, never mind the fact merely thinking about it was rendering him helpless at deflating two fucking feet of dribbling cock flesh swelling off his muscled crotch. Splattering his juices all over the floor, Zareth waddled over to his walk-in wardrobe and squeezed himself into the plush bathrobe waiting for him.

As with the vast majority of his clothing, Zareth had to have this robe custom made, even paying a premium for all the extra fabric the tailors had needed in order to cover his monstrously muscular body. This particular robe was reasonably old, and in the time since Zareth had bought it the tiger had also added enormous amounts of muscle into his already huge frame. There was no longer enough fabric to cover his chest, or even his torso for that matter. No matter how Zareth stretched and pulled he couldn't even get the garment to cover his nipples, nipples that were huge and thick, developed to the point he could even flex them whenever he wanted. He even had his left teat pierced so he could fit in a nipple ring whenever he felt kinky, it also a small test to see if the piercing salon had anyone in its employ that wouldn't fall over when he exposed his herculean chest muscles for all to see. Thankfully they did have one guy, and this same person had even managed to remain conscious long enough to pierce a stud into his right ear and an oversized Prince Albert into his oversized manhood.

Zareth wobbled out of his wardrobe, struggling to ignore his erection as it oozed and throbbed with need, and stumbled into his private bathroom. Ignoring the part where he was slightly muscle-bound and prone to walking into the top of doorframes, Zareth knew this was the sole disadvantage to being a huge, muscular kitty. No matter what he tried, Zareth always ended up sexually arousing himself whenever he made use of his heavy, shredded muscles. Hell, even brushing his teeth was arousing! It wasn't so much about maintaining oral hygiene as it was enjoying the feeling of his muscles grinding against one another as he moved his arms!

***

Close to an hour had passed before Zareth finally washed his face and waddled out of the bathroom, a trail of pre-cum following him as his cock spurted and gushed. The young professor was so dizzy with lust that he couldn't even remember why he had put on the bathrobe in the first place. It wasn't as though he was heading down to the public bathhouse down in the Warrior's District or anything. He had the entire morning to himself! And what better way was there to enjoy a morning than with a brutal, punishing workout that would leave him even stronger than before?

Zareth zipped into his walk-in wardrobe yet again, yanking the furry robe off his body and tossing it aside in favour of the scandalously skimpy pair of yellow speedos hanging off a rack in the corner. Zareth had never liked pumping iron with clothes on, the sound of fabric straining and stretching never failing to distract him from the sensation of his huge muscles heaving and flexing whenever he lifted. Stepping into his workout trunks and pulling them over his gargantuan quads, Zareth deliberately took his time when it came to stretching the elastic fabric over his hulking penis, his long tongue wetting his strong lips as he eased the now-slippery material over his bloated shaft and over his throbbing cockhead. His manhood was beyond saving by now, swollen with arousal due to Zareth having gone too long without jerking off, and when you were as virile a muscle-stud as he was, there was only one solution this predicament!

Oh jerking off would work definitely, but why do things the easy way when you could do things the HARD way?

Grinning wickedly, Zareth made his way toward his personal gym, where grossly oversized weight equipment laid in waiting for his glorious arrival. It was almost surreal, striding into his private workout room in nothing but a too-tight pair of speedos and swelling with more muscle than just about everyone in Arcadia. Zareth took particular pride as he walked, knowing full well the strut in his step was unavoidable thanks to the overdeveloped quad muscles bulging against each other as he strode. His broad shoulders, gorgeously massive lats and phenomenally narrow-yet-over-muscled waist gleaming with sweat as he straddled the bench press and eased himself beneath the weight rack.

Zareth loved his pectorals. There was just something about supremely-developed chest muscles that thrilled him to no end, even if it came to the point that he was having trouble looking over them because they were getting so damned huge. So much beef bulged from his chest that even his nipples were forced to point down, and Zareth knew he loved every second of it! In fact, he had dedicated so much time to building up his body (and his pecs) so much weight had been crushed into either side of his barbell that Zareth had to bend the ends so the plates would not tumble off and leave more cracks on his floor, that the entire thing was bending under the strain only served to push Zareth even further!

Hefting the bar off its rack, Zareth began pressing hundreds upon hundreds of pounds, never breaking his form and always ensuring his nipples graced the cold steel of the bar each time he benched. The young professor was soon moaning, drool dribbling down the sides of his furry face as he teased himself endlessly. His thick, juicy nipples were diamond hard and twitching with arousal, his monstrous cock gorging itself on more and more blood despite the rest of his muscles desperately needing the rich, oxygenated blood coming from his lungs. Zareth grew lightheaded within minutes, his head spinning from the lack of blood in his brain, but still the tiger pressed on, craving the pump his muscles so desired and the subsequent growth that would come from his brutal workout.

"Fuck!" Zareth growled, the strain in his arms growing and growing as he reached neared his hundredth rep, "This is so fucking sweet!"

Flexing his chest muscles and delighting as they swelled and battled each other for space, Zareth gritted his teeth and finished off what was going to be the first of many sets this morning. Setting the weight back onto the rack, the huge tiger sat up, moaning yet again as a spurt of pre-cum burst from his massive prick. Huge, veiny testicles were throbbing angrily between his monstrous quads, furious that he was ignoring his right to spray man-juice all over the room. Zareth let himself grin as he let his pectorals recover enough for the next set, his hands travelling over his swollen cock and scooping up as much pre-cum as they could, and when you had hands at huge as Zareth's...

"Hmm..." purred Zareth, the tiger spreading pre-cum all over his massive pectoral muscles and teasing his nipples. He was producing so much pre-cum by this point that his testicles had swollen to the size of small melons, their furry masses overloading with cum as his cock throbbed and swelled. It was fantastic, erotic and arousing and thrilling no matter how many times he went through his daily routine. Scooping up more pre, Zareth licked up the salty fluids before falling back onto the bench and sliding himself under the barbell, a huge grin splitting his face in two as he got ready to give his arms and pecs the workout of their lives.

***

"Ooh...ugh!"

Zareth was moaning loudly, his massively muscled body twitching with arousal as he slammed two massive dumbbells back onto their respective racks before falling back onto the wrestling mat of his gym. His entire body was glistening in an arousing mixture of sweat and cum, sapping the strength from his muscles and replacing them with concentrated bliss. Zareth had not reached his orgasm yet, only his heavy nut-sacks were producing so much juice his cock was practically leaking pure testosterone. The tiger could not keep his tongue in his mouth either, his full body workout pleasing him to no end as he sat up without the help of his arms.

Muscles, huge and ripped and pumped to massive proportions heaved and bulged and flexed at Zareth's command. There was no going back now, for if he truly wanted a full body workout then he was going to have to exercise every muscle in his body. Reaching out with his left paw, Zareth called a basic summoning spell into being, his strong fingers effortlessly catching the tiny bottle that came whizzing in his direction.

Salivating like the horde of apprentice mages who stalked him on a regular and systematic basis, Zareth uncorked the bottle of concentrated orgy butter and dribbled its contents over his mighty erection, crying out in utter joy as the viscous fluids set his cock alight, quadrupling his arousal and causing his cock to jerk and his hips to thrust on their own accord. The bottle all but forgotten, Zareth grabbed his monstrous cock with body hands and stroked it furiously, pressing the massive head against his chest and flooding the muscular canyon between his pectorals with sticky fluid.

"Oh fuck!" Zareth gasped, suddenly realizing he had forgotten to breathe, "Ooh... OOH! YES! UUGGGHH! YEEESS!!! FUCK! FUUUUUUUCCKKK!!!!!!"

It was as though Zareth was watching things in slow motion, the muscles in his body clenching and flexing in unison as a grotesque bulge swelled off the underside of his glorious penis, the torrent of cum riding up the increasingly monstrous shaft of his cock before his cum-slit stretched unimaginably wide.

Time suddenly sped up, and before long Zareth found himself screaming and bellowing at the top of his lungs, overpowering the layer of magic that soundproofed his chambers and sending his howls echoing through the corridors beneath his bedroom. Cum, the thickest and the tastiest, exploded from between his chest muscles, giving him an extreme face full before his penis grew too slippery to hold on to any longer. With a mighty roar, Zareth let his cock surge to freedom, cum erupting and splashing in every fucking direction as the monstrous tiger writhed and flexed in sheer ecstasy, completely overwhelmed by the rapture of each spectacular release as wrist-thick jets of spooge fired everywhere and covered everything!

Nearly ten whole minutes of mindless UUGHHHHS and OOOOHHHS passed before Zareth felt his cock flopping against one muscular leg, his orgasm finally reduced to a trickle after succeeding in drenching his gym with his spunk. Zareth simply remained where he lay, basking in the afterglow of his titanic release for one whole minute before finally finding the strength to sit up, more than satisfied with what his powerful genitalia had accomplished.

"What a mess!" Zareth muttered, picking himself off the floor and wiping the juice off his rugged features. Try as he might, there was simply no better way to relieve himself than to jerk that humongous penis until the entire room was dripping and sticking. Still, Zareth had never faced any difficulty cleaning up after himself, and so the tiger waddled over to where he kept a few magical rags, intent on getting rid of the evidence so he could continue with this glorious new day.

***

Zareth popped into Arcadia's Enchanting Districting sometime during the late morning, having finally cleaned up after himself and washed enough cum out of his fur to be presentable (what everybody mistook for an amazing cologne was actually Zareth's raw 'sex appeal' getting into their nostrils, though he wasn't planning on telling anyone that they were actually sniffing his spunk anytime soon). Since he had no lessons or duties to attend to this morning, Zareth had cast his scholarly robes aside in favour for something more casual, choosing instead to squeeze his huge body into a formfitting tunic that exposed his muscular cleavage and a pair of matching linen trousers that accentuated the sculptured magnificent of his rippling buttocks. He had even replaced his kinky jewellery, the nipple ring in particular somewhat prominent as the fabric of his tunic pressed against the hot metal.

Sealing the hidden tunnel he had used to escape the College's ravenous apprentices, Zareth eased his way out of the deserted alley and into the pristine, almost glittering streets that so characterized this particular side of Arcadia. Next to the actual College, the Enchanting District was probably the most organized and structured, with well-maintained paths surrounding the various libraries and residences of Arcadians living there. Here was where the more esteemed wizards and enchanters sequestered themselves, pouring over the seemingly endless number of tomes that filled the shelves of this bright place. Zareth passed a few specialty shops along his way, dispensing cheery hellos and good mornings to the various shopkeepers and librarians who came out to greet him.

Continuing on his way, Zareth passed one of the many guardsmen who kept Arcadia's security in check. The unusually large stallion he passed was almost as muscular as he was, the crest holding his cloak over his otherwise bare (and very orgasmic) shoulder muscles indicating his position as one of the guard captains. Zareth returned the salute as he passed the fierce looking security trooper, a grin playing at the sides of his lips as he admired the stud's delicious body. Unlike the soldiers of the distant monarchical kingdoms, the mage-guards of Arcadia saw no need to burden themselves with heavy armour and all those other cumbersome things popular with traditional warriors.

Possessing a certain amount of magical power themselves, it should have come to no surprise that the mage-guards didn't even need weapons, much less armour. The captain in question was quite literally wearing nothing but a fabric crotch-wrap that left very little to the imagination, with the only true armour on him being the shin guards that were a part of his heavy boots and the Romanesque helmet that covered most of his face. Zareth could feel his cock throbbing softly, visibly bulging through the fabric of his trousers as he turned back for a look at the guard captain's rippling backside. The stallion had gone off to inspect one of Arcadia's automated defences, his powerful arms rippling with power as he channelled his magic through the runes that covered the partially concealed device.

Still giggling with excitement, Zareth made his way down the grand marble staircase and made a sharp turn into Arcadia's Alchemy District. In a stark contrast to where Zareth was coming from, the Alchemy District was dominated by greenhouses and stone buildings reinforced with actual vegetation growing just about everywhere. A good number of the taller structures were even secured by enormous trees whose branches coiled around and between the mortar and stone, bearing fruits and other ingredients for use in potions and elixirs.

There were more scents and smells to take in as well, many structures even sporting makeshift chimneys that filled the air with strangely coloured smoke. Zareth even passed a danger sign or two, mostly located outside apothecaries specialising in more... questionable ingredients. Again, Zareth returned salutes as he passed several mage-guards on duty, a few of them even wearing large bubbles upon their heads in other to cope with the smells saturating the air around them. The professor made a mental note to return here for more ingredients later today, specifically those he required in order to create more orgy butter for when he felt... peckish.

Rubbing his crotch as discreetly as he could, Zareth stifled a moan as his cock began hardening significantly, a semi-solid bulge the size of a wine bottle growing down one leg of his trousers as he struggled to control himself. The tiger was already getting stares, most of them belonging to Arcadians walking into walls and other solid objects as they drooled all over themselves at the sight of him. Zareth even caught a couple of mage-guards tenting their loincloths as he neared, pre-cum staining the purplish-blue fabric as they shifted uneasily. Unable to supress his naughty desires, Zareth slid up to one, grinning mischievously as his huge chest all but blotted out the sunlight from the young guard's face. The wolf was all but shivering now, his fingers tightening around his ethereal halberd as the weapon shimmered and cracked - signs of the mage-guard's concentration wavering despite him struggling to maintain it.

CRACK!

A small burst of light accompanied the mage-guard's startled yelp as his weapon dissolved into nothing, the wolf's bubble-head charm popping as lewd moan was forced from his lips. Zareth snickered, pressing his exposed muscle-cleavage into the guard's face as his orgasm surged to the surface, blasting through the fabric of his loincloth and bouncing off Zareth's magically enchanted trousers. More and more cum began splattering against the cobblestone walkway, the mage-guard nearly losing it as the huge pectoral muscles bulging against either side of his face began flexing with more power than he had been initially led to believe. Seconds later, Zareth heard the mage-guard's partner crying out as he fell over, overcome by the orgasm induced by watching the professor's gorgeous ass muscles flexing and teasing in his general direction.

"Ugh!" cried the young wolf, completely delirious by the time Zareth released him, "You... hot... so... fucking... ooh!"

Grinning broadly, Zareth carried the now-unconscious mage-guard over to where his superior stood open-mouthed and openly stroking himself, easing him into the panther's arms before bidding them both a good day. Laughing openly as the sexual havoc he had just caused, Zareth continued on his merry way, finally reaching a pair of haphazardly built (but magically reinforced) shop houses that indicated the start of Arcadia's infamous Merchants District.

Initially set up as a marketplace catering to the needs of Arcadia's magical community, the occasionally sleazy Merchant's District quickly spiralled beyond the control of those who initially governed in. Taverns began sprouting out of nowhere, empty plots of land beside them turning into fully equipped smithies before the mage-guards even knew what was going on, and soon the entire district had morphed into a disorganized yet attractive district to all whom had money to spend. To the best of Zareth's knowledge, you could buy just about everything from the merchant's district, and if what you wanted was illegal or hard to come by, then you could just as easily find somebody with the expertise to acquire it.

Squeezing his way through the bustling crowd, Zareth turned his gaze around to admire how the district had changed so drastically since yesterday. Already he had spotted several taverns that weren't there last night, and a closer inspection of some of the shops revealed that the previous owners had been bought over by their competitors. Merchants peddling everything from armour to weapons to artefacts of extremely questionable origin lined the dust-covered streets, a number of them filling the air with smoke as they prepared delicious smelling meats and seafood for their paying customers.

Zareth was gravitating toward a juicy slab of prime steak when someone bumped into him almost too deliberately. The huge tiger paused for a moment, wondering who on earth could be trying to pick the pocket of someone with enough physical strength to send him hurtling all the way into the Enchanting District when he realized something peculiar. The hand that had slipped in and out of his trouser pocket with phenomenal speed had not in fact taken anything, and when Zareth checked for stolen goods he ended up pulling out what appeared to be some sort of flier.

There was no clear writing on the tattered parchment, only a quill-drawn image of what appeared to be a monstrously muscular bull flexing his ginormous guns for the benefit of some unseen audience. Almost immediately Zareth felt his cock thickening yet again, throbbing so erotically within his pants he was drawing more stares than he realized. He simply couldn't help it. A great big bull flexing biceps larger than his own head was blisteringly arousing, although no matter how Zareth inspected the paper there was nothing else he could make out.

Realizing that his huge body had formed a miniature blockade, Zareth squeezed himself away from the main crowd and snuck into the alley separating one tavern from a stall dedicated to archery and hunting. Again, Zareth inspected the parchment, turning it around and around and scrutinizing it for any form of writing whatsoever, fairly certain that whoever had planted the flier had done it for real. True, there were legions of merchants and businesspeople from the outside world streaming into Arcadia whenever the chance presented itself, some of them could have brought with-

"Of course!" Zareth suddenly cried, realization hitting him like a stray fireball spell. He was a wizard at heart, everybody knew that, and so that must have meant whoever planted this flier had expected him to make use of his magic. The professor held the paper in one massive paw and snapped the fingers of his free hand above it. A soft glow enveloped the flier, and almost immediately did Zareth feel the enchantment breaking away, revealing startlingly neat handwriting he had never ever seen from any of his students.

"If only the lot of them could write this nicely," grumbled Zareth, the tiger scanning through the text that had appeared below the flexing bull.

It was some kind of... strip club, only the advert had promised an unusual twist guaranteed to give him his money's worth. Zareth knew about all the illegal strip clubs that the mage-guards turned a blind eye to, having visited a good number of them many times before. The business was even more cutthroat than the merchants battling it out on the surface, with club bosses frequently poaching strippers from rival clubs and advertising their goods at razor-thin margins in a bid to pull a greater profit. Zareth also knew that strip club bosses were the most prone to violent outbursts and other unpleasantness, resulting in the vast majority of them getting punted back through the cloud-to-surface portal that kept Arcadia in touch with the rest of the world.

Still, Zareth couldn't stop himself from growing curious, seeing as that this particular strip club wasn't located in the Merchant's District as he had expected, but rather the legendary Warrior's District that had in ancient days boasted an army capable of obliterating entire kingdoms in mere hours. Of course the city of Arcadia had come a long way since those uncertain times, and while the Warrior's District no longer housed psychopathic battle-mages and bloodthirsty war-clerics, it was still the seat of Arcadia's security force and home to a small army of battle-hardened mercenaries looking for more interesting clients to serve.

And that also meant there was more brawn in that one district than all the other three put together!

There was a soft ripping sound as Zareth's manhood suddenly surged, gorging itself on his masculine power and thickening so dramatically the pierced cockhead was starting to overpower the enchantment protecting his trousers. Zareth felt his face flushing, so aroused by this exciting new strip club that it was all he could do to ignore the monstrous meat log oozing pre-cum down one leg of his pants. It was one thing to be an overtly massive muscle-hulk, but it was an entirely different situation to be surrounded by slightly smaller but no less muscled hunks and studs! His palms already sweaty, Zareth pocketed the flier and made for his thrilling new destination.

***

Arcadia's Warrior's District had a reputation for being a rough place, and that alone was enough to ward off the general sleaze and disrepute that followed certain groups of people within the Merchant's District. Here, strength was power, and anyone who was not strong enough almost always found himself at the short end of the stick within the first fifty-two seconds. It did not surprise Zareth in the slightest that the guards patrolling the Warrior's District were some of the meanest, toughest, and not to mention buffest of the lot. Some weeks ago Zareth had even watched one mage-guard punting several drunkards back into the Merchant's District without the use of magic, that this one fellow had a body muscular enough to heft four of them at once made the scene all the sweeter.

They were manly alright.

Zareth took a couple of seconds longer to return the salute he received this time. An Arcadian salute involved straightening one's body and pounding the right fist onto the left of one's chest. The elite mage-guard on the sentry's podium had done just that, the distinctive and extremely sexy KAPOW of his fist smashing against a rock hard pectoral muscle sending chills running up and down the length of Zareth's spine, several times in quick succession no less. God damned this guy was HUGE, practically his equal in size and marginally inferior in terms of muscular development. Zareth was just about to point out to himself that this brutality ravishing stallion was definitely not as well versed in the arcane as he was, but then the tiger found himself distracted by both the horse's thick, stiff nipples and the ridiculously massive bulge filling his loincloth to bursting.

Fighting down the temptation to pounce onto this delicious hunk of manliness, Zareth forced himself away, his chest heaving with arousal and threatening to split his tunic in two. It took some time, but eventually Zareth managed to get himself a good distance into the Warrior's District, running huge circles around patrols of equally massive guardsmen until he finally stumbled his way into one of the district's taverns.

As was the case with many inns and hostels outside the Enchanting and Alchemy Districts, this particular tavern reeked of sweat, sex, and testosterone, a testament to the virility and masculinity of the patrons who frequented this establishment on a nightly basis. Zareth took it all in, drinking in the scents and sending a thick wad of pre-cum spurting against his leg. There were a few mercenaries and a handful of off duty guards in here, several of the former looking up as he entered, the look in their eyes almost daring him to partake in a bar brawl. Zareth simply puffed out his chest, flexing his incredibly huge pectoral muscles and ripping the front of his tunic slightly. The visual challenges quickly died down, the mercenaries returning to their drinks and keeping their heads low as he passed.

"Ah... Professor Zareth!" called the barkeep, the scarred and rough looking goat placing his bulky arms onto the counter and pulling himself off the chair he had been sitting on, "Got the invitation I see."

"So you do know about this," Zareth replied, retrieving the flier and sliding it across the counter, "I wondered for a moment if all this was going on without your knowledge."

"Oh they did run their little show right under my nose for quite some time before I caught them, twenty-six whole seconds if I might add. They're not very experienced... the organizers I mean, but believe me the concept and content will blow your mind out of the water, not to mention the amount of money they're paying me to let them use the space... so I'll be keeping this flier now."

"Right, so what's the part you're not telling me?"

"Ah so he got away before you could catch him," said the barkeep, referring to the pickpocket who had planted the flier in Zareth's trousers a little while ago, "Well I guess someone's getting a free drink tonight."

"Yes...?"

"These boys belong to you Professor."

"What?!"

"Oh not the performers don't worry, it's the organisers who're students at the College. Now don't give me that look, you know we don't turn down customers here if the guards won't throw them out, and have I mentioned they're paying me for the basement space?"

***

Zareth all but tumbled into the safety of his personal chambers, the enormous tiger giggling and sniggering as he shut the door behind him and rolled onto the plush carpeting. Clad in nothing but a tattered crotch-rag, it was no wonder there was a veritable legion of screaming apprentices swarming around the school in search for him. Zareth hadn't managed to preserve the integrity of his clothes back at the strip club, the intensity and the rawness of his brutish sex appeal having left him covered with musclemen before he had even sat down. Needless to say his cock was sore from all the asses he had fucked into submission, most of them even belonging to the fiercest mage-guards to ever qualify for the elite battalion. It was one thing to have those over-muscled bodybuilders protecting the city, but it was an entirely new situation when they were quite literally wrestling with each other for a chance on your lap.

A second or so passed before Zareth finally pushed himself off the floor, intent on cleaning up so he could enjoy the rest of the night in relative comfort. Waddling into his walk-in wardrobe, Zareth shucked the tattered remains of his clothing and donned the same bathrobe he had picked out this very morning. The garment was especially tight around his body this time, evidence of just how brutal a workout ploughing muscular backsides could really be. His semi-erect cock bobbing before him, Zareth waddled back into his private bathroom and ran his fingers across the magical runes carved into the inner walls.

There was a flash, followed by a gentle humming as the glimmering spheres of magical light rose from their containers, illuminating Zareth's showering area and dancing amongst the soft vegetation that kept the air here fresh and comforting. Zareth's bathroom was reasonably vast, with the central space taken up by a large pool that doubled as a tub. Pulling off his bathrobe, Zareth deposited the garment on a nearby chair and scooped up the bowl of fine soaps that had been waiting for him. By this time, the tub had already filled with steaming mountain waters, magically heated to the most optimum of temperatures by the runes Zareth had personally carved into the imported stone.

Easing the bowl onto the surface and letting it bob around, Zareth waded his way under one of the multiple streams of hot water flowing from the bathroom's statues and eased his ass into the stone bench that had been carved into the flooring.

"Ooh... yeeeah!"Zareth moaned, slouching even further as the hot waters splashed over his stiffening nipples, jolts of pleasure bursting to life across his sensitive teats and racing through the vast expansive of his monstrous body. His long tongue rolling from his gaping maw, Zareth reached for the swollen cockhead as his penis engorged itself on his power, unscrewing the enormous Price Albert the moment his erection broke the surface. Placing the penile jewellery with the ring from his nipple and the piercing from his ear, Zareth dropped them into the soap bowl as it floated back toward him, carried by the warm currents surging around the massive prick throbbing between his hulking quads.

Standing, Zareth retrieved four bars of soap and sighed happily as the hot water cascaded off his magnificent form, quite literally sparkling in the magical light of his bathroom. Crushing the soap bars into powder, Zareth began smearing the strawberry-scented cleaning agent all over his enormous pectoral muscles, deliberately slowing down whenever his fingers graced the diamond hardness of his swollen nipples.

Hefting his veiny testicular sac, Zareth began soaping them too, one huge paw ensuring he soaped all the hard to reach places while the other smeared the bubbly cream over his mighty beef-stick.

"I knew adding orgy butter into the mixture was a great idea," Zareth purred, referring to the aphrodisiacal potion he occasionally used whenever he wanted orgasms more powerful than he could handle. He had only added a diluted drop of that potion when making the soaps, but even now he could feel his veins thickening and throbbing as he wiped the substance over his chiselled muscles. Zareth quickly found himself scooping up the pre-cum that oozed from his gaping cock-slit, mixing his testosterone-laden juices with the arousing soaps covering every inch of his body.

Nearly half an hour of mindless teasing elapsed before Zareth finally shampooed his purple crown, the tiger spending a few moments tracing the equally purple stripes on his body before allowing himself to fall backwards, his body splashing into the waters as the runes began glittering with new light. As he had designed, water and steam began rushing and surging all around him, sweeping the soap out of his fur and cleansing him all the way down to the pores. Zareth even let himself enjoy the current stimulating his manhood, the hot waters arousing him so wonderfully the young professor was still moaning by the time the bath finally stilled.

"Aw!" Zareth grumbled, easing himself back onto the chair and stretching his legs out in the now bubble-free bath. That too was part of the spell that managed his bathroom, whatever dirt and grime picked off from his body disintegrated by the magical runes so he would always have nice clean bathwaters to play in. Climbing out of the tub, Zareth covered himself in the unnecessarily plush towels that hung on a nearby rack, fluffing up his fur before finally squeezing himself back into the bathrobe.

Refreshed and rejuvenated by his magical bath, Zareth all but waltzed into his personal chambers, slipping his furry feet into a pair of bedroom slippers before squeezing his way into his personal library. His exposed chest flexing slightly due to the change of atmosphere, Zareth picked out a selection of tomes he had been meaning to read before plopping himself into the massive orange bean bag chair he kept before the roaring magical fireplace that kept his library warm in the winters and cool in the summers.

Snuggling into the chair, Zareth propped open 'The Theory of Astral Magic, Volume XI' and summoned a bottle of fine wine from the nearby rack. Twiddling his fingers, Zareth watched as the bottle uncorked itself and dipped a silver of sparkling red wine into the accompanying glass before returning to its slot. Ah... this was the life, relaxing in front of the hearth in nothing but a too small bathrobe with a nice book and an even nicer glass of wine to tide him over.

Some time passed before Zareth was stirred from his slumber, his sleepy eyes shutting a few times before the tiger finally yawned and stretched his mighty limbs, the perfectly sculptured muscles of his waist undoing the furry band that kept his robe together. Purring softly as the warmth of the hearth swept over his exposed muscles, Zareth eased his arms from the too-tight sleeves and rolled out of the bean bag chair, intent on crawling into his bed as naked as the day he was born.

Returning the pile of books to the shelves, Zareth waddled his way back into his bedchambers, his over-muscled body flexing and bulging as he rubbed his hands over his monstrous pectorals, giggling and grinning until he passed the enchanted timepiece he kept on a bedroom shelf. Almost immediately Zareth felt his semi deflate, the smile on his face evaporating when he realized he had forgotten about something important.

It was already three in the morning, and that meant he had less than twenty hours to go before his next astronomy class with the year six seniors. Zareth cursed under his breath as he summoned a selection of clothes from his wardrobe and strode from his chambers. All astronomy lessons had to take place after a complex ritual spell that would keep the skies clear and cloudless, that this ritual needed a minimum of twenty-four hours to take effect was one of the reasons Zareth even kept a calendar in the first place. Donning the robe and trousers he had called from his wardrobe, Zareth hurried towards the warded door to his room, catching several tomes that hurtled from the library before stumbling out into the hallway. There was no telling what the weather would be like tomorrow night, although Zareth knew he could not afford to take his chances as the Professor of Astronomy. He was going to have to risk a few more spells than was necessary, and the tiger quickly found himself hoping his luck would take a turn for the better.

***

The astronomy classroom was a huge, expansive space centred around a mystical orrery kept suspended by the ley line that surged through the core of the school. It was, in essence, a miniature collection of all the suns and moons that surrounded their little world, powered by the enormous energy beam that also supplied the school with vast amounts of magical power whenever they needed it. Zareth burst through the intricate double doors that led to his classroom, the professor banishing the orrery with a wave of his hand and sealing the gate connecting the ley field to the rest of the school. He could not perform the ritual with ridiculous amounts of energy surging from the core of his classroom, at least not the spell he planned to invoke.

Shuffling to where the magical orrery used to float, Zareth released his enchanted books and held them before him with magic, the pages flipping rapidly from one to the other as the professor searched for a spell that would let him clear the skies in time for tomorrow's lesson. Alas, it was as he expected, for according to the tomes his task was impossible. Undeterred, Zareth waved his mighty arms, shoving the tables and chairs to the furthest reaches of the rooms whilst keeping them in neatly arranged rows. If there was no spell that could accomplish what he desired, then Zareth figured he would simply make one!

Turning his attention inwards, Zareth closed his eyes and brought together two streams of arcane magic, adding a third and a forth until an interwoven sheen of magic surrounded him on all sides. A gentle breeze picked up near the base of his feet, quickly followed by a glimmering aura that shifted between pink and blue, the strange lights creeping over the floor and burning intricate runes into various, yet well-chosen positions. Zareth recovered and opened his eyes, satisfied with his work thus far. Returning to his magic and concentrating intently, Zareth reached into the skies with his magic, carefully laying the groundwork for the spell that would keep the celestial bodies in view for when his apprentices came in tomorrow.

An hour passed before Zareth was finally finished, the tiger sweating and panting as he pulled himself from his deep concentration. There was only one thing to do now, planting the spell that would hopefully activate in time for tomorrow's class. Zareth hoped with all his heart he hadn't messed up the spell matrix, before calling his power into his opened palms and plunging into the ground before him. There was a thunderous crackle as bright blue energy burst from the runes that surrounded him, emanations of arcane magic drifting off the floor and fluttering through the ceiling like tiny faeries.

Zareth felt himself breathing a sigh of relief, thankful that nothing had exploded and that there were no fiery meteors hurtling toward Arcadia. The tiger picked up his floating books and stepped out of the circle...

The tiger felt his eyes torn open, a shiver of energy rippling through the back of his mind as he realized just what had happened. Zareth cursed under his breath, tossing his books away and throwing his power into the core of the matrix, struggling with all his might to prevent the spell from undoing itself.

There was a flash, a blinding explosion of celestial magic that illuminated the night sky before coalescing into a focused beam that crashed into Zareth as the very heavens poured into him the vast extent of their power, obliterating the roof and walls of his classroom and bathing him in more energy than he could even begin to imagine. Zareth felt his own magic reaching far greater heights, spells that would otherwise have taken his full concentration he now casted with the slightest of whims. Raising his arms and baring his teeth, Zareth flexed his mighty guns in a tremendously powerful double bicep, the resulting explosion blasting his ruined astronomy classroom into tiny bits and scattering the pieces into the Northern Sea.

Sensing the malleability of the celestial magic, Zareth seized the torrents of power and redirected them into the only place he could think of in his drunken stupor. Like an angry cobra shaken from a peaceful slumber, Zareth's titanic penis throbbed and bulged at his command, tearing free of its fabric prison and rearing its swollen head. A loud moan slipped through the tiger's firm lips as a flood of raw energies stretched the meatus of his manhood as far as it could go, surging through the cum-slit and causing the underside of his cock to swell to grossly exaggerated proportions. Zareth had given up trying to control his drool, liquid power flooding into his testes in such massive quantities he almost expected his body to start floating on its own accord.

Tremendously powerful quakes rocked through his body, mere aftershocks compared to the explosions taking place within his hefty nut sack, each mighty testicle consuming the celestial energies and converting it to pure muscle mass, hulking out between his legs in massive, rapid bursts. Grapefruit sized balls suddenly morphed into large watermelons, lush forests of purple pubic fur began sprouting from where he had none, covering the entirety of his testosterone factories but still failing to disguise the monstrous, garden hose-sized veins that throbbed across the sweat-soaked surface.

Running his large hands through the purple jungle, Zareth's breathing turned into alternating gasps and pants as the fuzzy forest crept up and around the base of his mighty cock, a cock that was morphing and growing as it devoured more and more power. Somehow managing to ignore his swelling prick, Zareth followed the growth of his pubes as they trailed between his solid abdominal muscles, quadrupling his raw sex appeal until they burst into the canyon separating his gloriously mountainous pectoral muscles. Unable to stop himself, Zareth could only cry out in utter bliss as the purple jungle thickened madly and spread across the vast expanse of his chest, leaving only his nipples untouched before the tingling sensation returned to the hairy boulders that throbbed and flexed below him.

A sweating trail began growing from his balls, spreading into the area below his cock and flowing between his muscular buttocks, a veritable ass jungle bristling to life between each shredded ass cheek until Zareth realized he was quite literally teasing himself senseless from doing absolutely nothing. So distracted was he that he didn't even notice the testosterone-laden fuzz sprouting from his armpits, choosing instead to refocus his attention into altering his physical form even further.

The hairy, muscular mage dug his claws into the tattered remains of his clothing, intent on ripping them to shreds and scattering them into the winds when he realized just how much potential still lay within his shredded robes. Grinning evilly, Zareth raised his right arm and flexed it before him, watching intently as the bulging muscles of his bicep swelled and strained, the ripped fabric tightening dangerously but somehow remaining (somewhat) intact. At his command, Zareth willed his might into his oversized testicles, forcing them to convert his power into concentrated testosterone, testosterone that was quickly pumped into his arm through a myriad of pulsating veins that writhed and throbbed as they crept over the shredded, over-developed muscles.

Zareth straightened his arm, the rest of him practically burning in anticipation before the tiger finally flexed, so much fucking power surging into the limb his victorious roar could be heard throughout Arcadia! It was as though a frigging muscle bomb had detonated within his arm, the explosion of terrifyingly powerful muscle nearly toppled him over. Zareth could barely keep himself breathing as forty-eight inches of beefy bicep muscle morphed into an unfathomably powerful sixty-five inches, like a grotesque muscle-boulder swelling with so much bulk it came to no surprise when his triceps spontaneously challenged its neighbour to some kind of crazy growth duel. Struggling to keep himself under control, Zareth could only pant and drool as his arm morphed and transformed, packing on so much fucking bulk into so many places his fucking biceps had biceps! Bones began snapping and popping, his right arm lengthening dramatically as it sought to provide space for the excessive amounts of muscle covering bulging out from places Zareth didn't even know he had.

Satisfied with the changes that were taking place, Zareth turned his attention to his other arm, focusing his power and watching gleefully as the veins crept all the way to the back of his hand. Clenching his fist, the tiger roared as his hand tripled in size like an unnecessarily large boxing glove, gigantic claws sprouting from his fingertips and mirroring those on his right. Immersing himself into the transfer of power, Zareth commanded his forearms to grow, his grin hurting the sides of his face as every single muscle group rose to the surface like a greatly enhanced anatomy chart. His muscle cells were consuming the testosterone, packing on even more bulk than they had been designed to hold, the incredible growth spreading up to his upper arms until both biceps and both triceps were threatening to burst out of his skin.

Crackling madly, Zareth waited until his arms were finally done before flexing their monstrous masses, almost falling over from the incredible power contained within them. It was almost too good to be true, and Zareth's blazing desire for more muscular power was quickly transferred to the overpowering ray of magic surging into his cock. Licking his lips like a predator, Zareth called to his heaving testicles yet again, a flood of testosterone surging down into his legs and causing his already muscular quads to erupt in an explosion of unbridled power. His moans drowned out by the resulting BOOM BOOM of his thighs hulking out of his trousers, Zareth could do nothing save flex and roar as grotesque mountains of freaky muscle burst to life like angry volcanos, roiling like cables as they stretched and hulked and grew beyond reason.

Adjusting his stance served little purpose, for almost immediately his over-developed calves followed suit, each diamond-shaped mass bulking out so ridiculously Zareth barely noticed his bones expanding and thickening in order to support his new size. Like the claws on his hands, Zareth's perfectly trimmed and expertly manicured toenails thrust forth, twisting into jagged talons befitting of the bestial demigod he would soon become.

Smiling, Zareth pulled his attention away from his muscles and allowed his lower canines to drink in their share, monstrous fangs thrusting upwards and outwards like manly tusks, Zareth stopping only when he realized that he would soon grow too handsome for anyone to look at him for very long. Running his tongue over his new sabre teeth, Zareth returned to his disproportionately developed body, intent on completing his transformation into the greatest specimen of muscle the world would ever know.

Calling to the vast energies flooding his very cells, Zareth roared his might into the heavens, an explosion of muscle bursting through his body so rapidly it almost appeared as though he had succumbed to convulsions. Lurching forward as the muscles on his back shifted and flexed like tectonic plates, Zareth smashed his wrecking-ball-sized fists into the ground and bellowed as monstrous trapezius muscles erupted on either side of his neck, all but consuming the muscular pillar as they bulked out beyond reason. Zareth's torso was expanding even further now, his waist tightening as what little amounts of fat he possessed were burnt into nothing, his already muscled lats flaring out like great wings until his body assumed an incredible Y-shape unmatched by any man who had ever lived.

Pushing himself upwards, Zareth attempted to stifle his roars, failing spectacularly when his body ceased its expansion, celestial energies instead pumping themselves into the muscles in front of his body and sending him hurtling into a dizzying haze of euphoria. Zareth's hairy pectorals were the first to grow, each mountainous muscle swelling slowly at first before finally deciding uncontrolled spurts of growth were the best way forward. If he had though his muscles well developed before, then Zareth could barely comprehend the gargantuan boulders rumbling and quaking within his chest as his pectorals smashed against his chin, swelling with so much power the tiger could not keep his hands away from them. Every single fucking muscle fibre was visible by now, his skin stretched so thin even the thick hairs could not hide the grand majesty of his inhuman development. Zareth's nipples had swollen to the thickness of Arcadian sausages, bulging with muscle so much so that the tiger could even flex the veins that throbbed along their shredded lengths.

There was a spurt of power just then, and Zareth soon realized why he even possessed such muscular teats in the first place. A bucket's worth of pre-cum had oozed from his nipples, thicker and sticker than anything he had ever produced before, the protein-rich man-spunk splattering into his hands before being smeared back over his monstrous chest. Zareth even stuck a cream-coated finger between his lips, the fantastic taste threatening to floor him before the tiger remembered his purpose.

Directing his attention back to his body, Zareth forced his abdominals to grow. The bulky-yet-rippling muscles began hulking out, packing on so much beef and punching out of his gut so powerfully they were practically grinding against each order in a bid to please him. Zareth placed his humongous arms behind his head and flexed his hairy stomach several times, drool pouring across the vast expanse of his chest as his pillar-like waist grew and grew, a wall of titanium-slab abdominal muscles glistening with sweat when he was finally done.

His booming voice deepening several octaves since the start of his growth, Zareth unleashed a deep, rumbling laugh, delighting in the fact ever single action served to arouse him to no end. His muscles were huge, his gargantuan genitalia riddled with veins, every single cell in his body absorbing so much power it was all he could do to roar a mighty, thunderous roar!

As if having waited so long for this moment, Zareth's body began hulking out beyond the comprehension of his addled mind, expanding and stretching as more and more muscle swelled from his already massive body. The ground began falling away from him, the tiger constantly adjusting his stance, more power than he could even begin to comprehend flooding into the very core of his being, infusing him with the power of the celestial energies he had devoted his life to study.

Zareth felt his cock deflating on its own accord, shrinking down into flaccid state several times larger than the greatest of mortals, pure energies consuming him as the tiger immersed himself in his newfound power, letting himself be changed, transformed, and when Zareth finally opened his eyes again they glowed with the intensity of the stars that watched him even now. His entire body seemed to emit his own light, his hair fluttering gently in an unseen wind, the celestial demigod knew now he had been chosen to receive this blessing. It was a power from beyond the ancient days, willed into being by entities his new mind could barely begin to grasp. All that was made known to him was that he now the beginning of a cycle was as old as the very stars themselves, a cycle that would repeat until the very end of time itself.

It was a cycle that bequeathed unto him a power for him to use as he saw fit.

Standing at his towering new height, Zareth dipped his head in brief thanks, the tiger's immense power churning within his body as he strode to the edge of his ruined astronomy classroom. Nothing seemed out of his reach anymore, the very stars themselves glittering brighter than he had seen them, his celestial gaze piercing through every veil the heavens could throw before him. Zareth smiled, and threw his massive form from the tower, soaring through the clouds and burning like a miniature star. It was beyond his ability to describe the sensations of flight, a huge grin splitting his face apart as Zareth hurled himself through the atmosphere at speeds most men would never achieve, even daring to scrape the very edges of space before hurtling back to the College of Arcadia like a purple meteorite.

The tiger landed perfectly, the effortlessness of his brief journey compounded by the nearly silent landing he had made back on the floor of his former classroom. Zareth breathed in deeply, filling his new lungs and delighting as his chest expanded against the base of his furry chin. The celestial demigod was pleased, the amount of muscular power contained within his little finger alone was a little less than fifty times what the entirety of his old body was capable off, and that knowledge alone was more arousing than anything he had ever experienced before.

Summoning a spell within his mind, Zareth directed his energies into the ground and summoned from it a massive throne befitting of the monster he had become, briefly forgetting about his amplified new powers and accidentally summoning into being a chair the size of a building. Chuckling slightly, Zareth just as easily reshaped his creation, adjusting it several times before finally easing himself into it, confident it would not be crushed by his massive weight. When you were twenty-five feet tall and tipping the scales at over thirty fucking tons of sheer muscle mass, that was a tall order in itself, and Zareth was satisfied when his new throne refused to even emit the slightly hint of strain.

Conjuring a large pillow with a soft poof, Zareth eased the silky cushion under his shredded bubble-butt and spread his legs wide, turning his attention to the monstrous penis growing from his over-muscled crotch. There was a massive THROB just then, the tiger purring in delight as testosterone-rich blood surged into his cock, the massive organ engorging itself on his power as it strengthened and hardened, lifting itself off his freaky quads as every muscle in his enormous shaft began flexing for his benefit. Zareth had long known that the penis was not composed of muscular tissue, but when you were more powerful than even the greatest of mortal wizards... exceptions could be made.

Grasping his enormous love log, Zareth began to pump, unfathomably powerful muscles flexing along his arms and cock as torrents of white hot cum spurted from the massive head. He had seen mushroom headed cocks before obviously, but this time the head of his penis was so frigging swollen it was practically twice the size of his already supermassive shaft. Veins thicker than a man's leg writhed and throbbed along said shaft, feeding his penis more and more power until it had grown too massive for him to suck.

Not minding the fact he could not reach the tip of his manhood with his mouth, Zareth continued to pump, using two hands when the towering pillar grew too thick and too slippery for him to manage with one.

"Ughhnn!" Zareth moaned, partially delirious from the sensations coursing through his mighty body and completely overwhelmed by the need to cum. Somehow though, Zareth managed to suppress his climax, clutching the awesome sex-muscle so close to himself he was practically making out with his own penis using everything from his long new tongue and to his vicious new sabre fangs. Zareth's chest muscles were especially pumped by this point, his swollen nipples spewing out an endless stream of cum that continued to thicken as sexual arousal hit critical levels. Hours and hours simply flew past him as Zareth worshipped his new form, mega-massive testicles swollen with so much seed it reminded him of the bean bag chair he used to keep in his (now destroyed) library, his herculean legs massaging the hairy boulders and encouraging them to produce even more cum.

And then it hit him, a powerful force reminiscing of a dam breaking its walls. Zareth was yanked from his sexual haze, his eyes growing wide when he realized he had just crossed the point of no return. Within moments the release of chemicals overwhelmed his brain, the demigod falling against his throne as raw power erupted from within his mighty testicles, torrents and torrents of nutrient-rich cum rocketing into his shaft and causing the underside to swell monstrously, the huge bulge riding up the length of his penis so rapidly Zareth couldn't even hear himself scream as the most powerful eruption burst into being.

It was as though a volcano had exploded, a towering pillar of muscular flesh flexing and throbbing and swelling to insane proportions as a blast of cum was fired high into the atmosphere, Zareth howling and bellowing as the first blast alone stretched past ten whole seconds, the tiger's eyes nearly popping out of their sockets when he reached twenty, before Zareth found himself keeping himself conscious with magic when his cum blast ended after an unbelievable forty-five fucking seconds of nonstop blasting.

The demigod barely had enough time to realize he had crushed himself several feet into the ground with the force of his release, the tiger letting out a thunderous gasp when he felt his muscles flexing and shifting on their own accord, reloading his mighty sex cannon for another explosion before kicking into high gear. Clouds were literally blasted away by the force of his roar, his mammoth feet crushing into the stone as another explosion surged from his penis, this one several times greater in magnitude and so powerful Zareth nearly passed out.

No longer able to maintain his throne, Zareth's massive brawn crushed through the brittle stone, the demigod smashing into the ground with such force it surprised him that he hadn't crashed into the lower floors. The tiger was splayed on the ground as his cock and nipples unleashed upon the world more cum than ever before, his teats flexing and throbbing as jets of cum were blasted like fire hoses, his pectoral muscles growing huger and thicker as they sought to contain his might. Thickening and growing ever still, Zareth's penis swelled and morphed, until his genitalia was nearly as huge as he was and erupting so powerfully the muscular demigod could do nothing save remain where he was, drenched in his own sweat and panting like a madman. No cum had returned to splatter upon him just yet, having been launched so high into the night sky. That didn't mean he couldn't see them though, the tiger watching the enormous globules hurtling earthwards as his hips continued to jerk and buck.

And when the first wave of cum returned to him, Zareth felt himself going crazy. Ecstasy consumed like a drug, the thickness and stickiness of his seed drenching him and smashing into his face with such force it was all he could to stretch his maw wide open, drinking in the juices that only served to empower his orgasm even further. Zareth knew not how many hours had passed as he drank in his power, only when his body suddenly flexed with an intensity he had never felt before did Zareth realize what was about to happen.

As if watching in slow motion, Zareth felt his testicles reloading, only this time it was pumping so much cum into his freakish monster he knew right there that he was about to hit his climax. All over his body his muscles began preparing for the greatest explosion ever, swelling and growing and thickening as they packed on more and more mass, shooting him past thirty fucking feet in height and more than 40 tons of muscle when his hips suddenly jerked. The scream wrenched from his lips was completely, utterly saturated with raw, erotic energy, his cock bulging so massively it was all the ultra-muscled mega-stud could do within his power to let himself be taken as his cockhead swelled to incredible proportions, his muscular meatus stretching as far as it could physically go, an ocean of manly juices rocketing from his cock with such force Zareth felt the shockwaves smashing against him as the sound barrier was broken several times through.

A tsunami of exhaustion crept over him, harkened over after several minutes of endless climaxing, enveloping his thoughts the moment Zareth accepted the fact that his next blast would not hold a candle to what he had just experienced. Smiling gleefully, Zareth let the darkness take him, his cock still erupting uncontrollably as the overwhelmed tiger finally fell into black.

***

Professor Zareth Jace Tigerpaw stirred from his slumber, struggling in vain to banish the morning light from streaming between his closed eyelids. The esteemed professor of astronomy and astrology rolled over and squashed a pillow against his face, cursing silently when he realized that even then, sunlight was still bending around his shield and stabbing into his face as though its sole purpose was to get him to part with his comfy mattress. Several minutes passed before Zareth felt his brain finally warming up from a good night's rest, the network of neurons in his head finally remembered that the morning light was indeed bending into places it shouldn't normally have been able to.

Rolling over and chucking the pillow aside, Zareth breathed a gentle sigh as the magical alarm clock returned the morning sunbeams to their rightful positions. The young professor blinked a few times, clearing his head as he mused over the mess he had caused in his sleep. Zareth could not remember the last time he had had a wet dream this intense since leaving his teenage years, and he had wet dreams very often! No matter where he looked all he could see was the thick white spunk that so characterised the incredible virility he so possessed, covering everything from the walls to the ceiling and even knocking off a few decorative ornaments he kept on the shelves in his bedroom.

Zareth didn't need to look that he had also succeeded in saturating his mattress with his juices, not to mention the fact his blanket was sticking to him like paint, still moist from the spunk he had dumped during the night. Groaning, Zareth pulled an arm from under the blanket and rubbed the sides of his head. Holy crap that was one hell of a dream, hotter than anything he had ever cooked up before if the mess in his bedroom was any indication. Sitting up without the help of his arms, Zareth ran a hand through abdominal muscles that weren't as hairy as he would have liked them to be, teasing himself slightly before he pulled the covers off the rest of his body.

"Ooh... DAMN!"

The tiger felt a quiver rocketing through his body at the sight that greeted him, for attached to his crotch was no longer the foot and half long penis he was used to seeing, but a monstrous tube of flesh that was easily three fucking feet in length and completely, utterly flaccid! Even as it rested along his leg, Zareth could make out the immense power coursing through the uncircumcised rod, all that extra growth having left him with an ultrasensitive foreskin that had already been filled to the brim with copious amounts of rich white juice like a kinky cup of sorts.

His breathing accelerating dangerously, Zareth ran his fingers over the enormous testicles that throbbed with a gentle-yet-intense power, each hairy orb larger and thicker than the grapefruits they had once been, resembling furry melons and weighing heavier than Zareth had come to expect. Shuddering at the revelation, Zareth could only watch as his balls pulsed on their own accord, cum production shifting from sleep mode into something far more... dynamic.

"Ugh..." Zareth managed, a tingling sensation sweeping across the vast expanse of his body, "So... good!"

Coarse pubic fur began bristling from where he had none, a dense bush of sweat-soaked hairs sprouting to life around the base of the huge meat log trying to pass off as his cock, trailing upwards between his abdominal muscles before spreading all over his chest and between his shredded buttocks. Flexing his long fingers and wriggling his toes, Zareth grinned as the monstrous claws from before thrust themselves into existence, the enormous sabre fangs he once possessed pushing themselves from his lower jaw, accompanied by a flood of drool he barely swallowed in time.

Zareth could hardly control his emotions by this time, barely comprehending the fact he had quite literally turned back the clock, effectively granting himself one extra day to play with his new powers. Not to mention he had just accomplished a feat previously thought to be magically impossible, though Zareth knew he was currently too aroused to even care about that. The mega-muscled tiger threw himself off the bed, stomping past his walk-in wardrobe and squeezing his naked body into the refreshing interior of his private bath.

Barely managing to control his raging hormones, Zareth all but threw himself onto the stone bench, moaning erotically as buckets upon buckets of pre-cum splashed onto the stone floor. His cock was undergoing what he knew could easily constitute the most monstrous of erections, drool cascading from his opened maw as crazy amounts of penile flesh engorged itself on his power. Zareth's incredible foreskin, already pulsating and overflowing with cream, began stretching back on itself as the mighty mushroom head swelled and grew, bulging from within his fleshy covers and thickening immensely. The sensations of his fleshy covers hugging his penis so tightly had never felt more intense, even as Zareth pumped his enormous penis with hands that quivered and quaked with each mighty stroke. His hardening penis began stretching out before him, inch by inch, millimetre by millimetre, pulling his foreskin ever tighter against the growing flesh until six fucking feet of over-muscled beef throbbed and flexed before him like a vein-riddled pillar of pure power.

Testicles the size of beach balls rolled off the edge of the bench, smashing against the stone as they bounced and tugged at the muscles bulging from Zareth's crotch. To see his manhood in such a state, brimming with so much power and oozing such vast quantities of protein-rich spunk. It was almost too much for him to take, Zareth licking his lips with his long new tongue when he realized he had unintentionally kicked his testosterone production up several notches. Oh well, there was no turning back now.

Zareth eased his broad back against the edge of the tub, steam gushing from his nostrils as sweat poured down his body. It was startling, a vast network of veins covering every inch of his body all the way to the back of his hands, sparing only his cheeks and the palms and soles of his hands and feet. The shockwave of power came swiftly, surges upon surges of sheer energy exploding within his limbs as his body erupted with more muscle than ever before. Zareth felt his pectoral muscles heaving with strength, hulking outwards and sideways as his shoulders and lats blew out in every direction, his body assuming the magnificent Y-shape he had had before he turned back time itself. Flexing his gargantuan guns, Zareth's biceps and triceps went from muscular to freaky, his biceps in particular splitting into so many peaks he was getting lightheaded from simply looking at them.

Rolling his head back, Zareth let his tongue roll out of his mouth as he stretched out his mighty legs. Bulging and bulking as though he had injected into himself some kind of super steroid, Zareth's quads all but blew out of his thighs, stretching his skin as tight as it could go as they packed on more and more muscle. His calves quickly followed suit, thickening and muscling up so rapidly the already muscle-bound tiger only grew stronger!

Even as his body continued to morph and grow, Zareth managed to realize that he hadn't grown any taller, an intentional (or unintentional, depending on how you looked at it) of the growth juice his balls had concocted for this occasion. A mere ten seconds finally passed, and Zareth knew it was over. The tiger also knew he had grown monstrous, his immense bulk so powerfully strong that what he thought was a gentle sidestep of his right foot smashed into the ground so hard he left a crater several inches deep in his wake.

Standing, the grinning Zareth surveyed his handiwork, nearly overwhelmed by the unbridled might that surged through his veins. His freaky quads were fucking mountains, shredded and rippling and so overdeveloped every fucking muscle was roiling like cables under his fur. They were so huge in fact, that even with his stance adjusted so wide the two masses were still grinding against each other, the slightest of movements causing the muscles to bulge so magnificently Zareth nearly wept from the sensations.

Lifting up his incredible arms, Zareth flexed them as hard as he could, not caring that he had lost some flexibility since the beginnings of his growth when he realized just how jacked they had become. His body had definitely pushed him to the absolutely limit, any more bulk and his arms would have had to lengthen in order to accommodate them. The veins fuelling him with testosterone throbbed even harder whenever he flexed his forearms, every fucking muscle group swelling with power at the slightest of whims. It was fucking amazing, more amazing now that he had full control over his own growth.

Smashing his massive paws against pectoral muscles several times the size of his head, Zareth began flexing them with impunity, their monstrous masses hulking and bulging and straining to contain his terrifying power. Swollen teats, significantly stronger and thicker than when he first started, began spewing pre-cum into his muscular hands, cum that Zareth wasted no time in smearing over his hairy chest and freak-show abdominals. It felt fantastic that his waist had only thickened by several inches, the muscles there so tightly packed into his gut that even in his (comparatively) small size Zareth knew a grandmaster-level earth blast could hit him dead on and fail to do him any harm.

Satisfied with his powerful new muscles and in particular the way his arms dangled in the air a good distance away from his waist, Zareth commanded his penis to soften, a gleeful expression covering his face as his dribbling cock reluctantly shrank, allowing the veiny foreskin to swallow the head once more. He would need it at its smallest if he ever wanted to fit into his workout trunks, even if the material was going to completely fail at covering him as it usually did.

Zareth grinned to himself as he passed the mirror in his wardrobe.

Time to see what just his new body could really do!