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Across the plains a curious, funny, tingling smell spread out from behind the hills, a smell that had first sent the people and nearly every living being into a maddening rut, the overpowering smell of heat and lust hanging heavy in the air, making even the weakest of humans into horny demons. Then that faint scent thickened, worsening the conditions of everyone who breathed it in, making them breed each other regardless of gender for hours on end, fuelled by unknown means until all one could see even amongst the most respectable of environments were scores of naked buttocks and blurry hips and streaks of warm or cooling spunk decorated expensive and cheap furniture alike. But the mad rush didn't stop there, for after the smell came a rumbling that shook the earth and then another wave of even denser, virile and powerful stench that, by that point in time, sent everyone still standing on the floor, convulsing, clutching sodden cunts and vents or steel-hard cocks all over the land, growing stronger with each passing hour. Those closer to the hills were barely able to notice the vegetation grow lush, fertile, drop fruits by the dozens as if time was speeding up under their eyes: trees growing from saplings in minutes, fruits ripening in seconds and dropping on piles underneath bright green foliage. And still the wave of fertility marched on, spreading its influence over every square inch of ground, seeping into the very soil and into the bodies of people and animals alike. Muscle grew where before there was pudge and gave those still conscious the strength to resume their endless quest for sex, cocks grew along with tits and cunts, better suited for the new desires setting their roots in their owners' minds. Feral creatures swelled with power and the same fertility and virility, mutating at breakneck speeds, breeding species previously incompatible and watching them mature just as fast. It was pure chaos and pure life force in action, no holds barred.

There was a soft rumbling that could be heard for miles, reaching the very edges of the swamp that had taken place of the plains, a swamp that utterly reeked of sex, whose ground was not wet because of water but because of the sheer, mind-numbing, kingdom-drowning amounts of pure seed that had been spilled over it in mere hours. The rumbling would only grow stronger if anyone was able to make it more than a few dozen yards inside that open-air dungeon of sex, if their feet could overcome the sponginess of the soil and their noses could resist the immense power of the two dragons' scent. Then, if one, by some miracle, could reach the epicentre of such insane event with their mind not wiped clean by lust or need, they could find the source of the rumbling. The rumbling was coming from no other place than the titanic tanks that were feeding the world itself, each so big it could rival castle in size but dozens of times heavier than the most majestic of manors easily. Waging a war that didn't seem to be on its way to an end were the authors of chaos, fighting with each other, throwing one on the ground only to throw themselves on top, muscle grinding against muscle, scale against scale, flesh on flesh. Those responsible for such madness were not any less busy themselves, each of the two titanic bronze dragons was grunting and roaring ceaselessly, fuelled by their own immense powers and virility, spurring each other on and on and on.

Hal smiled, licking his partner's neck, a tongue as broad as an entire road sliding across swathes of scale thicker than metal shields, leaving wet streaks wherever it wasn't scraping uncountable gallons of sticky seed from them. The first bronze titan growled, sinking his claws into the earth to better stabilize himself as his cock found room to slide deeper still inside the other male's abused tailhole, spreading it apart, so wide it could house streets between the edges of that puffy ring. Segmentium was groaning below, once again bottoming but already awaiting for his turn on top, welcoming every yard of cock shoved within his body, scraping against his insides and flooding his swollen gut with pure seed yet again. Their balls rested on top of each other, sloshing, gurling so loudly the air was moved by their heaving as the heavy contents were ejected with rock-shattering force, lasting dozens of minutes at the least and ranging in the tens of thousands of gallons. Each of the two sacks housed seed-factories so potent sweat evaporated instantly as soon as it formed, further strengthening the two's claim on the very world itself, each of the titanic nuts over three hundred feet in diameter, hundreds of thousands of tonnes' worth of breeding batter ready to be spilled. The massive sacks ground against each other, smoothly sliding and forming new exotic shapes as their contents were put to good use, either filling one's gut or filling the dozens of gouges made by their cocks when they weren't snugly sheathed inside the other. This time it was Seg's turn to sow the very earth with his maleness, sinking deeper than the foundations of homes, cracking rock with ease and seeding it with essence. Each of them had grown monstrously over the course of the they had spent together after the lay of his clutch, every new cycle was the same, full of rut, breeding and near-constant release that would serve little to empty their ever growing bodies of the need to out-fuck the other.

At first it was Seg that dominated Hal with his size and power, towering over him at fifty feet tall, sporting a cock that was as long as his partner's body, thicker than the first bronze behemoth's own muscular limbs and that was the day that he had sown over a hundred eggs inside him. The second day had been very different, as the frequent meals of raw spunk had forced Hal to grow, to accommodate the titanic shaft even without having to expand his insides to the point that Seg had to stand up to truly breed the other male, his cock just thick enough to spread pleasantly the mother of his clutch, his loads barely able to make a small bulge in the then seventy feet tall titan as every last one was converted into flesh and scales. That day roles had been reversed: Hal forced his partner on the ground, the ground sinking under his paws, his cock half again as big as it had been the day before, making the second bronze dragon howl as it speared his no-longer virgin insides and turned the recent father into a cum balloon that could do little more than squeal, hose the swamp with yet more seed and welcome any of the hundreds of orgasms that Hal dumped within him. His tailhole yawned whenever Hal's knot slammed against it, attempting to devour each of the two spheres attached to the dragon's fifty foot tool over and over, denied the chance until it was time for another load of fresh spunk. All the while each of them grew bigger and stronger, Hal's titanic shaft reaching deeper inside Segmentium, Segmentium's body slowly but surely catching up with that ceaseless growth inch after inch. That knot would seal this tailhole shut for hours as orgasm after orgasm passed and filled him, fuelling bursts of growth that rivalled the ones of the world around them, packing yards of height and length, tonnes of weight every ten-thousand gallons of seed. The first bronze titan had gloated in his newfound size, no magic other than the sheer virility forcing him to grow bigger and stronger than ever before, only to find himself eclipsed on the third day by a dragon even bigger than he was. That morning he was woken up abruptly as a cock reaching well into the hundred feet of pure, throbbing, musky dragon cockflesh as he was rubbed against his own tool, the monstrous sheath housing it resting on top of his balls, the very tip drooling white pre, pushed forth by balls that were as wide as his cock had been days before. Seg slid his tool on Hal's belly, ridges deeper than trenches rubbing on scales sturdier than titanium, throbbing with ungodly amounts of heated blood, warm enough to make even him sweat and shiver in the presence of such power. Seg's already immense muscles had swelled again, bringing him to nearly eighty feet tall, the second burst of growth focusing entirely on making his partner feel small in the junk department as his balls sloshed and grew visibly with every second not spent on unloading their contents. Hal was bred hard and for long, each ridge scraping his insides in wonderful, amazing ways, coaxing him to cum harder and for longer as they smashed against his tortured prostate in an endless series of thrusts that shattered the very hills he was pushed on top of for support. Canyons were dug as Seg's reckless thrusting took them all over the swamp, as Hal's fifty foot shaft swelled and reached deeper, as his balls pushed up the ones flooding his bowels, filling the deep gouges left in their lust's wake.

Again and again they bread each other, every time they switched the other was bigger, stronger, more virile, more powerful and more horny than the time before, each time their cocks were thicker, longer, sheaths were spread obscenely wide in vain attempts to contain those rods time and time again, tailholes felt tighter with every new round only to loosen as the dragon bottoming grew taller, balls swelled and got heavier. The end result was truly awe-inspiring and arousing at the same time: two hill-sized creatures rolled together in a massive swamp that reeked of sex, muscles swelling with immense strength as their cocks, each well over two hundred feet in length, surpassing their owners' own sizes, hitting each in the chin and blasting them with cement-thick seed, girthy enough to let them rest on such titanic lengths despite each of their limbs granting them a hundred feet of height with ease, their balls warming up the air around them, frotting madly as they groaned and grumbled.

“You can't… keep me here forever Seg…" Hal growled, reaching around the combined heft of their immense tools, his arms straining to even encircle merely his own much less his partner's, squeezing and rubbing the two together with the full force of his hips, grinding the dragon that now was barely five feet smaller at best than him into the ground. “I need to go… eventually."

“Why not? We're having so much fun, we're making each other grow every time we mate, who knows where we will end up in another few days..." The other dragon grinned. His tail whipping around wildly as it zeroed on Hal's puffy, swollen, drooling tailhole and plunging for dozens of feet at once with stunning ease around the swathe of their balls. Hal let out a soft moan at the sudden but welcome insertion that only made him throb harder and push with his backside against that thick appendage. “Come on Hal… just one more round, one more and I'll let you go… without complaining too much…" Seg licked his neck gently, trying to convince his friend to stay a little longer, the other dragon huffed.

“You said that a dozen times over the past two days." As Seg grunted on top of him, feeling his shaft massaged by his mate's muscles, he rolled his eyes and nodded. Hal pushed and squeezed that titanic length, milking him for yet another load that was lost in the immense labyrinth of his bowels, adding a few more hundred gallons of thick breeding batter. “Just one more, ok?" The answer came in the form of a low growl pregnant with desire and lust, like always. The two coiled their tongues around the other's, fighting for who was to be on top, an endless amount of ties as each gain was turned into a loss by the other male over and over again.

Hal rolled around, his hulking, immense frame, hundreds of tonnes of apex dragon muscle strained, bulged out as he lifted Segmentium's body, his paws sinking into the ground as he threw him hundreds of feet through the air, making him collide against a hill that shattered under the force of his throw and the weight of the dragon that hit it. Boulders the size of small homes flew in a shower of dirt and rocks, shattering trees whose trunks were almost as thick as castle pillars but barely even making a dent into the bronze behemoth's scales. Before the second male could react and voice his complain, his maw was plugged as much as it could by Hal's tapered shaft. Even with that gentle curve and thin tip, his shaft seemed to grow every day to resemble more a canine's, long, thin at the top but sporting ridges thick enough to make Seg squeal in pleasure as its girth was momentarily increased, making each thrust in and out a small piece of heaven for the both of them. As if this wasn't enough for Hal, the base of his cock was armed with a knot that scared even he gods watching from above. Seg had to relax his throat, letting feet and then yards of dragon flesh slide into his gullet just as easily as his tail had slid into the other dragon's plump ass, tasting his own fluids and untold loads spent on that length. His tongue was pressed flat under the many ridges, his gullet scraped by each one of them as they became two and then five. The overwhelming stench of sex hung even heavier on that length, especially since he was virtually with his nose against the one who possessed the fattest sheath among the two, Hal's being so stretched by the lower end of his knot even when it wasn't fully inflated that it looked like it hurt. The thick musk wafted into his house-sized nostrils, flooding his lungs with denser male essence, throwing every complaint out of the window as dozens of feet of raw cockflesh plugged his throat. Hal grinned in reply when the other dragon's started flexing the bundles of muscles on his neck, squeezing on every last inch of cock he had given him, his stomach once more refilling with oozing spunk. Hal attempted to hump, to let his titanic balls hit his partner's chin but they were far too big even for him, resting on the ground even when his ass was over a hundred feet high above it and rising higher still. He settled on his flank, weakly pumping Seg's head back and forth with his paws, mushing his muzzle at the first few feet of knot, rubbing his sheath against his nostrils as the very tip of his shaft stretched his insides. Hal let time pass like this, relaxing and watching the other dragon's stomach slowly bloat with thousands upon thousands of loads big enough to fill royal pools, hearing the flow start from his aching balls rush through the entire length only to be dumped inside an already full stomach until he shuddered, roared and came for the millionth time since he had first laid eyes on the other bronze behemoth. Seg's eyes widened and his throat was forced to expand despite his attempts to clamp down on the wildly flexing shaft inside it as Hal released some of the pressure of his sack into him.

One single pump from each of them lasted easily tens of minutes and carried enough seed to fill dry rivers in seconds but there was something different this time as that single first titanic shot crawled into the half an hour without even the slightest sign of stopping. Segmentium attempted to push himself away but Hal growled, climbing on top and smothering the other dragon with his entire bulk, nothing that could actually stop him from being violently dismounted had he not shoved his knot inside Seg's stretched out maw by sheer luck. The plug locked the two together as the flow increased, the pressure around the most sensitive part of his shaft confined in a space not designed to fit in even taking in consideration the size of his partner. Hal lost his breath for but a moment before his balls heaved, compressing in waves, once and then twice, halving in size as they packed hundreds of tonnes of raw spunk in one single logic-defying cumshot while he was still riding the high of his first one. Seg bloated instantly, his belly swelling thrice its previous size before any of the two could even realize, forcing them to lay on their sides as the fifty feet wide bulge grew to one hundred and fifty and then more still. The ground itself quaked and split just by the vibrations that such an ungodly amount of essence carried as they moved through the dragon's flesh, fissures appearing all over the swamp, swallowing acres of land in the wake of Hal's orgasm. Neither could do anything, not now, not for a while, merely waiting for it to end, one on top, feeling a tight mouth and a squirming throat massage his mountain-splitting shaft, the other smothered by musk, cock, cum and the weight of his growing belly, himself cumming enough to turn seas cloudy. The fissures were once more cemented by tar-thick loads of spunk, fuelling the growth of yet more unknown variants of trees, animals and underground ores, feeding the world with virility that surpassed the gods by leagues.

It took half a day for Hal to stop coming and by the time his knot had deflated enough to pull out, Seg was bigger than the biggest hill in the swamp, a small mountain of stretched out dragon pudge, so heavy it sunk into the ground and cracked the rocks just by existing, sloshing with the strength of lunar tides, though confined by scales tough enough to withstand them. As he pulled out, Hal's nuts were bathed in a fresh layer of his own seed, his cock utterly drenched in it, still not retreating into its sheath even after such an event, his balls having barely lost a third of their mass. If anything, they churned louder, desperately trying to refill what his body now saw as 'standard', gurgling as small lakes' worth of spunk were being made deep beneath the thick scaly skin, growing feet at a time as Hal caught his breath. It took a while for him to stop huffing, and a little more still to notice he had swelled larger and bigger just from the strain of delivering all that seed, his muscles covered in a sheen of sweat that made him look as if he was encrusted with diamonds as big as a human's head all over his body.

“I win this time." He grinned as wide as he could, trotting around the immense belly of his own making, poking at the stretched out flesh with his tail all the while his cock ached for more, dragged on the ground by its weight and immense size. “I might have pushed myself a bit too far this time around though, I have to apologize." Hal scratched his chin with a paw that could crush castles with ease, looking around himself at the ground so, so far away from where he normally was, so tall and powerful. Merely standing still made him leave prints deep enough for small homes to be built into and the incessant, needy throbbing of his cock, bouncing up and down, displaced enough pre to jumpstart rivers had it not been thick as tar. He looked at the massive cum balloon that was now his partner, hearing the gurgling of his cum inside him. “I might need to fix this in some way."

“Why would you do that?" Seg murred, patting his belly, feeling his stretched out skin wobble pleasantly with each gentle tap. “It's amazing…" Hal puffed his chest, proud of this mess he had made even if just by mistake. His snout bumped against his mate's playfully rubbing it to heighten his post-orgasm bliss a little more.

“Yes but if I do let you stay like this then you won't be able to fuck me, right?" As he said that Segmentium frowned and looked at himself, or what he could see of himself anyways. He attempted to move, to get up, but it was an endeavour lost before he could even put some force in his limbs. He slumped on his side again, both in love with his full belly and increasingly annoyed he couldn't even roll on the other side to scratch an itch. “Plus all of this must go somewhere. I'll convert it into mass for you which means…" He looked at him with a big fat grin, Segmentium quickly understanding the consequences of what he said. “Shall I…?" His answer came fast as his mate nodded his head up and down fast enough to cause small gales around the two of them. Hal chuckled and focused, building up a spell in his mind before firing it off towards the hill-sized dragon.

A flash enveloped them as the sheer amount of magic needed to make it work was drained out of the smaller male faster than he expected, his legs wobbling a little as energy left him and transferred to his mate. The glow disappeared soon but the belly didn't, although both could hear the uncountable loads sloshing inside swirl faster and churn on themselves. Ripples spread on his taut skin and then, with a big pulse, his gut shrank by a few hundred feet. Hal grinned and relaxed, laying on his side at a fair distance while the absorption kicked in properly.

As time passed and Segmentium's body started to digest the endless load swirling in his gut, the dragon resumed his growth, ever taller, ever bigger, every second more powerful. Hal watched as the other dragon swelled with new muscle, his belly shrinking faster with every yard of height and length he put on. Despite the dragon's mile wide paunch was shrinking and becoming lighter, he sank further and further into the ground. Cracks and fissures opened once more into the earth, trees extended roots fuelled by their magical growth to hold themselves up, roots thicker than roads connecting each side of the deep chasms Seg's growth was causing. It would have been a lie for Hal to say he wasn't mesmerized by this, that he wasn't in the least bit aroused by such growth or fascinated by the other behemoth's talent for endless growth and desire to become stronger. As Segmentium's already towering body swelled past two hundred feet in height, four hundred long if not even more, his cock throbbed wildly, catching up with his size then surpassing it, the tip rocketing well past the immense fields of his pectorals, past the long muscular neck and further still, two hundred fifty feet, three hundred, four and then five. Each single foot flush with blood, throbbing, desperate for release, letting loose tidal waves of seed so packed were his balls. Even the two titanic spheres received their share of growth, swelling even more, their sheer, unadulterated heat making the air dry up only to fill it with impossibly dense musk, with sweat and lust. Steam rose in thick columns up in the sky, time and time again until the dragon stopped, settling down for a size that even Hal had trouble measuring. For him it was enough to realize that Segmentium was several times himself with ease, tens of times heavier and far more arousing than his very own image. Hal stepped closer, his tongue lolling open to steal a single lick from the monumental shaft. The moment his broad organ met with the salty, musky flesh of his companion, of his newfound mate, Hal felt himself catapulted close to a sudden orgasm, his taste buds veritably set aflame by the ungodly virile taste of the male in front of him. Seg had always been a male worthy of the name, but now, now he might even surpass him. The smaller titan grinned, both proud and envious of such talent, barely restraining himself from jumping on a cock thrice his length and hump it till he coated it with his very own seed, to plunge his head beneath the long thick tail and lick with wild abandon at the puffy ring nestled just above balls wider than he was. By some stroke of luck he didn't, he stood there, his very body begging for some action, ready to jump into the fray and still Hal resisted.

“Well… this is… fun." Segmentium tried to take a step but forgot to take into account his new bulk, his paw sinking fifty feet below the ground, forcing him to widen his stance, causing tremors and more cracks in the earth to form. A few second passed and he gently, slowly and carefully attempted the same thing again, only this time he didn't outright destroy the landscape, curling his neck so he could watch the swamp beneath him stretch for miles all around him. “The view is nice." Seg looked down and noticed his mate, so small compared to himself now, but still huge by any reasonable standard of any race that walked the world. Maybe only the titans that lived in the oceans, unrestricted by gravity or space could rival his size at this point. It was something to be proud of and such pride manifested with him flexing his muscles, gusts of wind hammering the ground from that mere flex, his cock thickening by a few yards as he accidentally discharged a few hundred tonnes of seed, digging a hole into the nearest and last-standing hill that was nearby. “I think… I think we need to stop for a while."

“Yeah." Hal was really struggling not to jump on that cock and hump it, trying not to shove his entire head inside the gaping slit at the top, trying to hold himself back as his every instinct told him to present his puffy tailhole to him, making him breed himself only to trigger even more growth while he was speared on it. “I think we should." His own brain screamed at him for not immediately picking up the chance, his cock yelling somehow even louder as he wondered just how wonderful would fucking the titan's tailhole be… “Maybe it's time for me to go."

“Must you really?" They stared at each other for a little while, silently. “Alright, I understand, I've kept you here long enough and you've still got a job to do, right? Need to spread the love around the world."

“Yeah…" Hal sighed and craned his neck around, took a good look at the surroundings. “Maybe it's also time for me to scale down with the destruction, even if for just a little while. I can't always go change the landscape every time I need to paw one out." Even though it was very, very fun. “I'll try spending a couple of weeks as a regular sized dragon again, see how it's like to be that small."

“It's nothing incredible, but I kind of forgot how it was to be under twenty feet tall. The only thing it's good for is that less humans feel the need to kill you on sight." Segmentium sighed and the other male didn't pry further into the matter, he didn't want to go and risk evoking bad memories or something like that.

As Seg got momentarily lost in thoughts, Hal decided it was as good a moment as any other and began shrinking himself. He feared that something like his first time would happen again, with him rebounding back from a small size to his original and beyond. The bronze giant slowly, carefully became less monstrous, his muscles still as defined, his frame still stocky and powerful just… scaled down. Foot after foot, Hal shrunk from a beast over a hundred and fifty feet tall to a hundred within the minute, his length slipping below two hundred just as fast and accelerating as he found confidence and relaxed, the process smoother and safer with each inch he lost. His balls halved in size the moment his height hit ninety feet, then halved again and again, his cock slipping inside his sheath, leaving behind a slimy, messy trail of cum on the already hyper-saturated ground beneath his paws. Within three minutes he had to step over the prints his own paws had left earlier, his body small enough to resemble what he had been before meeting Seg and still he shrunk further. When he, at long last, dipped below twenty feet for the first time since he had transformed all those months ago. He looked at the titan next to him, one of his paws was more than sufficient to smother him into the ground, his mouth large enough to eat him, his cock over twenty times his length, his balls… it was pointless to even think of measuring them at this point. Whether they were five hundred feet tall or six hundred, it really didn't matter, much less trying to figure out how heavy they were. If he had to guess, there were mountains lighter than those two orbs. The stench of sex seemed to be even stronger this close to the ground and his newly shrunk cock poked out of his sheath, a monumentally disappointing twenty feet long, minuscule compared to what he had before but, considering his size, he might have been bigger than he had been when he turned from human to dragon down there. Hal shrugged and looked up at Seg who was smiling in amusement.

“Like the sight?" He chuckled and walked, pleasantly surprised that he merely had to avoid walking in the path of a tree to avoid toppling it, seeing as to how before he just had to be near them and breathe to do that. He did bump into one and the result was pretty much the same, only he was way smaller.

“You are so cute I might eat you…" Seg lowered his massive muzzle and let his tongue slither out, dozens upon dozens of feet of slimy, wriggling muscle suddenly binding Hal in place, lifting him from the ground as the tip spread his bubbly cheeks apart and wormed inside his tailhole. Hal moaned, filled with almost too much tongue all at once, his gut dancing as the dragon keeping him hostage pushed the muscle deeper inside him. Seg teased him for a little while, part of his tongue squirming in the smaller male's bowels, part squeezing and licking his shaft, tasting two parts of his mate he hadn't previously been able to taste at the same time. “You're so easy to toy with…" Hal panted, his cock throbbing, close to blowing his load on Seg's tongue from that little teasing.

“That was actually… fun…"

“We can do more of that when you come back." Seg smiled but he wasn't all that happy. “While we're still here, do you know how can I shrink as well? Not to that extent but, well…" He looked around at the destruction and shrugged. “I would like to avoid ruining my own lands just like you do."

“Alright, stay still for a moment." As the titan kept a head the size of a villa still, Hal lightly tapped his forehead against it and focused. There was a little flash of light and then it was over just as quickly. “Done."

“Really?" Seg stood up with a look of confusion and incredulity, but as he focused to try and figure out what he should do, he shrunk a good ten feet and swelled back up a few moments later.

“Careful with that, if you compress too fast and without being careful you'll only end up making a huge mess, worse than this." Judging from the looks he was getting, the big guy definitely wanted to know how much of a mess he could truly make if he were to 'accidentally' forget to control his powers to any degree. “So, I guess this is goodbye… for now." He stroke Seg's paw gently, though he doubted the gentle giant could even feel that at this point.

“Yeah, but it's just temporary."

“Definitely, I will come back to see how the kids are doing, have a chat, see how many lucky ones end up being roped in by your many talents in the meantime." He smiled and turned around, his heart fluttering a little as he did so. “See you around Seg. Take care."

“Same. I'll keep an eye out for any news of other insane events…" The two dragons smiled to each other and then sat in silence. “Come on, go before I find some reason to pin you down again…"

Hal chuckled wryly, a little sad and a little hopeful, spreading his wings in the massive clearing that was around his towering mate. The wind that blasted trees down betrayed the smaller dragon's size, the hole that was left on the ground from the small jump he made to give himself space. The ground quaked, the air rumbled as a mass compressed to its limits careened through the low atmosphere like a spear thrown by a god, churning the clouds above the moment the dragon reached the white curtain while on the ground, all that was left was the thick, undiluted, undeleatable stench of musk and cum and a sad titan now left alone to deal with enough eggs to foster the next generation of dragons in the region. Segmentium sighed, scratching his chin slowly, for the first time in a short while silence fell over the lands he owned, although the incessant rumbling of his monumental factories was almost deafening for him, even if he was farther away from those orbs as his head was from the ground beneath his paws. Still, the titan smiled to himself, his cock sliding out of his sheath, slick with fluids, hundreds upon hundreds of feet of pure breeding flesh taking up all the space between his legs in seconds. Maybe he could take a walk around the edges of his new domain, attract a few dozen people to help him tend to his children, maybe even take up a few more mates if the wind carried the heavy stench of rut far away enough to attract strays. The idea did sound particularly arousing, arousing enough for Seg's nuts to churn out a few thousand gallons of tar-thick batter that splattered on his chest and then on the grass. As he merrily stomped his way out, his nuts carved a trench that was filled with sweat and musk, a trail of virility as his cock bobbed heavy beneath his nose, tickling his senses and beckoning him to stop and tend to himself. All in due time.

High up in the sky, Hal was alone once more as well, but just like Seg, he had plans and something to do, although his own were far more vague and uncertain. He followed the wind, rising and falling with the cold and hot currents, his wings keeping him afloat with little effort as he tried to figure out what to do or where to go next. The bronze dragon, in the end, simply chose to let fate decide for him, invisible strings roping him somewhere far away from civilization and any company for days on end. Once again he saw mountains get closer, towering with their might only to disappear soon, left behind like the countless miles of land, the countless rivers and cities.

However, even if he was shrunk down, he was still the same needy dragon as always, his body was just smaller whereas his unending tide of lust was pretty much unchanged: beneath his belly his cock peeked a few feet from its sheath, drooling gallons upon gallons on the ground several thousand feet below. It was just a good excuse as any to take a breather and rest, so the bronze dragon closed his wings and let gravity do its job, forcing his long trip to change from a long line to a curve, accelerating faster and faster till the wind screamed loudly around his ears. Even taking the time to slow down far before ever touching the ground, the impact still caused massive cracks that made the nearby hill shake and crack, his paws sinking into the solid rock as splinters flew in the air. The dragon looked in the distance, down the hill, worried his arrival had disturbed the small village he had seen from up high a few moments before.

He grunted, not entirely tired, just merely feeling his wing muscles sore after an entire day without rest but even that feeling was pushed aside when his cock throbbed and slid a few more feet out of his sheath, demanding the attention it hadn't gotten in nearly ten hours. His balls rumbled like an angry river, churning with tonnes and tonnes of unspent seed, a sheen of fresh sweat coating the twin orbs that slowly evaporated under the sheer heat of his body. Hal rumbled, pleased with his progress, humming to himself while he searched for a good spot to stop for the day and wind down and while his cock swelled, throbbed and grew between his legs. The dragon simply let it, enjoying the feeling of hard flesh brush against his belly scales, hot and slick, bobbing up and down with every step he made as a small torrent of backed up seed bubbled from the tip. Again his balls churned and, try as he might, they seemed to not be in a waiting mood anymore: with a deafening rumble the two compressed orbs seemingly defied their owner, growing a foot in width right then and there, forcing him to stop for a moment to shrink them down again. His body protested but Hal was adamant in finding a good place to lay down, a place where he could actually let loose but his lust wasn't having any of it: all the fun with Segmentium and the memories of the lamia tribe, topping the entire life he had spent as a dragon, was banging at the back of his head and tempting him to stop and forget about searching a suitable cave to sleep in. And still Hal kept on walking. He grunted as his cock reached full mast, the tip poking between his forelimbs, past his collarbone, right beneath his head, perfectly in reach of his tongue if he would just curl his neck and take a lick or a quick sniff, but he kept on walking among the woods. Again his balls swelled, trying to pin him down, three feet this time, making his steps wobbly, forced to spread his legs a few moments later as the twin orbs swelled once more, another three feet. Hal groaned, fighting, almost on the verge of changing his mind, almost. He grunted, shrinking himself once again, the worry he'd cause damage to the people in the village down below was keeping him from giving in and so he forced his pride to shrink. However, at the same time his cock too seemed to find the wait not worthy enough and swelled just as Hal managed to get his balls down a couple feet: the throbbing spire of dragon flesh thickened twice over, going from a massive three feet thick to six and then some, the space between the dragon's legs quickly shrinking against his wishes. The bronze male grunted again, annoyed, amused and horny beyond measure as the constant shrinking and growing was having quite the adverse effect on his ability to hold back. In a moment he was trying to hold back both his cock and his sack from growing even more, his forelegs hugging the swelling circumference of his shaft in an attempt to contain it, his hindlegs encircling but a fraction of his ten foot wide nuts which only served to make them sing in happiness and grow again.

Before he could rein them in, Hal was lifted from the ground by his very own pride, his limbs spread wide on his cock, his sheath so monstrously bloated it almost hurt, his knot still half trapped inside it but already wider than his very own chest. The dragon moaned, eyes rolling back, his tongue briefly dragged across the red flesh, leaving behind wet streaks of saliva that simply evaporated much like the sweat born from his attempts to contain an increasingly unruly tide of lust. He squirmed on top of his shaft, feeling it thicken and lengthen, already the ground was too far and the tip farther still, dozens upon dozens of feet away. The more his junk grew, the more Hal felt that he liked the new development: his body small, too small for the equipment it had, a minuscule male with the cock of a god. At last he abandoned every hope to contain his pride but still let his body be that of a regular dragon while the rest ballooned to reach their true proportions. He murred, squirming, licking and sniffing, the stench of his own cock, the sheer mind-numbing musk wafting from his balls, still thickening as they swelled to fifty feet wide. From the tip of his cock rivers of pure cum flowed, uprooting trees and cracking rocks, spreading the scent of a dragon in rut, of an entire flock of dragons in rut. The usual scenery of the few trees that survived the first cumshot quickly drinking the virile seed growing and turning into something new escaped Hal's attention, every corner of his mind entire focused on relishing the untold pleasure his body was giving him. Beneath him the ground shook, fractured and churned, his sweat causing a thick musky fog to rise and spread faster than the tide of his seed, turning the small valley into a dragon's breeding pit within minutes.

Already he had forgotten of his initial intent to spare the lives of whoever lived at the bottom of the hill, some corner of his conscious figuring out it was going to be a good chance to see what would happen after he was done. However, even as he grew, as his cock pushed past a hundred feet in length, as his balls broke past the highest trees, mowing down part of the forest with their immense size, his knot was still stuck in his sheath. Hal squirmed but being so small he failed to even touch the humongous ring of flesh with his hindlegs and so, a little sad he couldn't keep riding his own cock like that, he let his body reach his true size to deal with that annoying little detail. Muscles bulged, scales thickened ten times over, soon his limbs could touch the ground once more and his drooling, yawning cocktip was once more in sight and within reach of his tongue. As Hal hit a hundred and ten feet in height, he felt that it was enough and stopped the growth, or at least he tried to: bloating to a hundred and fifty feet tall, four hundred long made his eyes widen and a sense of worry dawn on him, drowned by the endless rush of lust when his cock thickened and stole all the space between his legs for a second time in a little under an hour. His balls, previously a hundred feet wide each, rumbled with pride, almost as if their plan was coming to completion, doubling in size, making the entire hill simply collapse under their weight. Hal roared, every single muscle in his body squeezing down, forcing himself to shrink and still failing to do so. Two hundred feet high, two fifty, three hundred, four… Hal grew and grew and grew, all his attempts to shrink, all the days spent as a regular sized male now biting him back tenfold as the titan realized he was three time as tall as Segmentium, his head breaking through the cloudy ceiling, every single throb of his cock causing shockwaves while the musk of his balls turned into a tangible, palpable curtain of virility that clung to the mountains themselves. He roared again, his forelimbs grabbing on the peaks of two nearby mountains as his cock dragged on the ground, gouging the earth itself with impossible ease. The titan curled his neck, his tail reaching for his sheath, pulling up the trench-wide tube of flesh as his hips twitched ever so slightly. However, even a twitch from him was enough to make his shaft move a hundred feet with ease, the tool itself, hundreds upon hundreds of feet long, burying itself in the face of a steep mountain. The ground shook with greater strength as the dragon's tool cracked stone, penetrating the mountain as the male forgot himself and hugged it as if he'd hug a mate, oceans of cum spilling from cracks beneath his castle-crushing paws, his balls sinking into the earth and filling it with musk. With one last roar, Hal slammed his sheath against the mountain, finally allowing his knot to come free and burrow into the rock, the last drop that broke the dam. A rumble shook the region, a solid wall of lust and dragon rut slamming into every living being lucky or unlucky enough to be within five miles of the cumming behemoth. Hal stood there, his muscles twitching as millions of tonnes of raw spunk churned stone into cement and fissured the face of the world for miles, rivers now flowing with essence-rich spunk instead of water, lakes filling with it as the dragon's sack emptied ever so slightly. Minutes flowed along with countless pools' worth of pure seed, then the minutes turned into hours and far into the distance, carried by river beds, a lake of white formed and grew to the beat of the dragon's heart and to the deafening hum of his overworked nuts.

When Hal finally pulled back, satisfied, proud and a little tired, he saw the titanic hole in the mountain, oozing cum by the tanker, cracks spreading like a spiderweb around it. He shrugged his wings, still sore and aching and blasted the clouds above far away, turning a dark day into a sunny one, the sun now shining on the musky landscape. Hal licked what little of cock he could reach, his forelegs still somehow spread apart by his very own flesh, a pleasurable note on top of the already blissful release. His tip was far away from his reach, hundreds of feet away, his paws kneaded the throbbing shaft beneath him, harder than steel or any metal he had known in his life, his balls still towering above him while being halfway down the ground, pressing on the bedrock beneath. His knot lifted his backside up ever so slightly so engorged it was, the two bulbs wider than himself, veins thicker than roads crisscrossing on the surface to deliver enough blood to flood towns every second. As he explored the new flurry of changes, regretting not having had the chance to show Segmentium or his other lovers his size, the titan looked around, noticing with curiosity and relief that the village he had been so concerned with the day before, for it had been an entire half a day between the first cumshot and the last, was more than intact. He hadn't noticed before but the hamlet sat on a small cliff that in turn sat in the middle of a deep river, bridges connecting it to the other side. Such a curious position had saved it from the tide of spunk and the bronze behemoth now wanted to have a look at it. Although he was several miles away, he could tell that there was activity in the village, people moving about and what looked like cattle roaming after the pastured had been flooded.

With a pleased grunt, Hal quickly shrunk, the towering five hundred feet tall hunk of a dragon condensing into what he had looked like the day before, barely a foot above the average dragon height. From the new perspective he stared at the immense hole formed into the mountain, the rock kept in place by the cum-cement and the stone fused by his body heat. It was a sight arousing enough to make his cock refuse to retreat back into his sheath, the tool having grown so much that even so shrunk it was wide enough to make Hal wobble as he walked to his destination. His balls didn't act funnily but they still felt heavier than his entire body, taut, full, shining with sweat like polished marble, gurgling with unspent seed already. His paws sank into the ground, step by step leaving a trail that led to the village, stopping only when he reached the river that ran full of his essence, watching and waiting, listening to the slick sounds of reckless mating coming from within. The air reeked of sex, musk, lust, it was salty and laden with the subtle scents of dozens of beings while the ground bore the marks of spent seed, the prints of whoever had been there so close they meshed together and formed one big cluster. Among the hundreds of prints Hal managed to recognise horseshoes, several sizes, several different scents and brands of musk. He lowered his snout to the ground and took a whiff, the stench of sex wafting into his flaring nostrils, strong enough for him to be able to taste each of their scents as if he was swallowing load after load of their seed. Hal grumbled, his knot popping out of his sheath with a wet squelch, still sleeping but on the verge of puffing out, ready to bury itself inside someone.

However, he was saved the hassle of having to search for his mark himself, because it was coming towards him, albeit slowly, followed by loud, needy, desperate moans, clopping and huffing. Hal smiled, listening closely to the familiar sounds of cum splattering on the ground, the sounds of tongues coiling around each other and playful bites. He laid down on the cummy grass, his cock throbbing eagerly as he waited for whoever was coming, his forelimbs playing with the immensely thick ridges lining the underside of his shaft, his hindlegs massaging the mountains that were his balls as he relaxed and let them swell and grow. Within seconds he could smell them and after a few more he saw them walk into the light, or rather stumble in a lusty drunken haze, legs tangling as the sheer need and burning passion born from the thick fog of musk his nuts were producing caused. First it was a hoof, followed by a second one and a loud moan, the it was a human, a female who threw herself on the ground, ass raised high in the air, cum leaking by the gallon from her abused, stretched out holes. Less than a moment later, Hal saw a centaur, a female as well, walk out of the corner of the house blocking his view and zeroing on the human. The dragon murred with interest as his initial assessment of the centaur's gender was thrown off when said creature walked on top of the female human and shoved what clearly was a drooling, cumming shaft into one of her sloppy holes, simply letting her wild thrusts do the job. Both moaned, the herm centaur squeezing tits that would have looked big on someone twice her size, the HH cup mounds leaking milk that rained upon the taur's furry brown chest and ultimately on the human beneath, who drank from it as it dripped. Another murr escaped his scaly lips as he saw that, much like his own mates, the centaur also had something similar between her legs: a pair of teats just as, if not even more, big. The second set of twin mounds was capped with thick nubs, probably thicker than the human's fingers, heavy and burdened with a hefty creamy cargo that squirted whenever the taur drove her pole inside the human's muff. The equine cock was quite the nice one, something that would make any male proud but that nestled between the two teats, covered in milk and female fluids, jutting from a fat sheath, it looked outrageously juicy and inviting. Hal grumbled softly, curling his neck and watching the show unfold from the sides, his tongue plugging his cum pipe only to let the backed up flow fill his mouth over and over again. The centaur moaned loudly, her heavy nuts twitching as they delivered enough spunk to fill the human's womb and bloat it, a foot, two and then four, a paunch that, had he not been witness to as it grew, he'd have mistaken as a proper pregnancy, hiding the flat, fat flare of the taur within the expanding skin.

He was almost tempted to join, to make himself known to the two that were clearly far too engrossed in their mating to even notice the hunk of a dragon watching them, touching himself in full view and that decision was quickly proven to be the right one as a third one joined them. Hal rumbled as softly as he could, but the ground still shook madly beneath his paws when he did, however, both the centaur and the human, as well as the dragon that had just appeared from inside one of the small huts, his cock hanging out of his sheath, dripping with the fluids of what smelled like a dozen centaurs or humans mixed together. The newcomer licked his lips, his shaft flaring out just like the one of the centaur, the flat tip oozing buckets upon buckets of pure white spooge and grabbed the shifting rump of the taur with his paws. The herm moaned, her legs spreading out, true to one half of her biology, her wet folds winking at the male behind her, eager to receive a thick shaft, a desire that the dragon seemed to grant with quite the enthusiasm. He jumped, straddling himself on the herm, his cock guided to his objective by the sheer heat of the taur's folds with the aid of his tail and immediately speared her with it. The dragon roared with pleasure, his shaft wrapped by a tight passage that, although looked like it could swallow a human's entire leg, still felt awfully short of the titanic rod of the dragon. The equine cock was out of place on the reptile, both in shape and in size, the eight foot long pole jutting out of the male's sheath like a mottled spear that stretched out the passage it was in obscenely. Much like the human was hard pressed to take the taur's equally out of proportion tool, so did the taur struggle to not give in to the dragon's own. The three simply stood there for a long minute, hips twitching with life every now and then, desperate to give in but their owners held on, waiting to get used to the tightness or the feeling of being so impossibly full. However, the truce was short-lived: the dragon snarled all of a sudden and resumed his thrusts, his flare bulging out of the herm's lower belly, forcing said herm to push deeper into the human in turn. Inch by inch they resumed their mating, cries of joy and pleasure echoing in the air, their own musk and lust still falling short of overtaking the impossibly dense musk of the second dragon who was watching them.

Hal gloated, stroking, licking and nuzzling his own cock, hugging it as it swelled to match his overburdened sack, the twenty foot shaft hosing down trees and buildings alike as the virile male humped in his embrace. His lust found room to grow, he himself growing slowly, the resolve to stay small and cause little damage to the world around him once again shoved aside, completely forgotten when he saw a plump slit appear above the smaller dragon's swollen sack. Hal focused on that part, watching with curiosity as a single drop of female lust blossomed on what looked like a copy of the taur's animalistic passage above the dragon's very male sack. The dragon's muff was covered in soft scales but was far removed from any slit any female of his species had, marking him as one of Hal's own. And again Hal's lust grew as the centaur pulled back, letting the entirety of the dragon's cock enter herself, revealing that her own cock wasn't any less subject to changes, ridges popping on the underside, making the female beneath scream in pleasure whenever one slid inside her, stretching her muff ever so wider, filling her a little more. Hal waited for the three to cum, to reach a magnificent climax together, but the dragon pulled back, his flare slipping out lewdly along with a waterfall of clear precum that bathed his already slickened sack. Without a word, without a sound other than more moaning, the centaur herm dropped on her flank, her cock still firmly lodged into the human female as the newly minted herm dragon aimed his shaft's flare at the human's other hole. She bit her lips, using her hands to keep her cheeks open and aid the dragon in his quest, guiding the fat tip to her ass, moaning louder than ever before as she welcomed another cock within her. Both herms grunted and started thrusting at the same time, pistoning in and out of her, their mutated shafts stretching her more than any living being had the right to, their swollen balls churning with untold loads. The centaur's draconic cock and the dragon's equine shaft pumped her full of pre, but only that and nothing else, her belly quickly taking up all the space between her and the fuzzy brown coat of the herm below.

As time passed, their thrusts only got faster and faster, their hips blurring as they buried their fat lengths into a stretchy yet tight passage each, over and over again, endlessly. Hal kept watching, his balls now big enough to be twice as big as he was, the flow of cum spilling forth from his tip filling the river, pushing the thick loads further downstream into the lake miles away, the musk in the air still growing in strength and potency. He licked his lips and stared at the fucking trio, silently wishing for them to come. As if his wish was a command, the dragon finally hilted himself into the human one last time, his sheath kissing her ass while the centaur's own kissed her muff inches below, the two bulges of their shafts showing in her belly for just one moment before their nuts pulled taut and let loose their cargo. A long howl echoed far and wide, proof of their shared climax and the immense loads dumped into the only female among them. Her belly swelled, took up all the space and pushed the taur away as it tripled in size within seconds, only growing larger and heavier by the moment, each singular twitch of the two herm's nuts either adding one foot to it or several at once, again and again. Eventually they stopped, the dragon still able to pull back while the centaur was buried by a mountain of cum belly partially of her own making, utterly pinned down by it.

The dragon herm sighed in relief, his cock retreating into the bloated sheath, his virgin muff still winking every second, desperate for something to fill it but no matter what, there was no one to take the dragon everywhere he looked. Until he turned around and saw the bronze titan that had been watching him. There was a moment of silence, two dragons staring at each other. The herm took a sniff of the air, a simple sniff that made him take a step forward, then a second, a third and before the small one could realize, he was being looked down by a behemoth five times his size, a towering fifty feet tall. Hal smiled, lifting one of his hindlegs, giving the little one all the space to get in and start licking, but, much to his surprise once again, what happened stifled his arousal and his interest. The herm, instead of heading for his cock which was right in front of him, huge, throbbing and steaming with sweat, instead of diving for the virtual hills of his nuts, just as steamy and musky, stood up, grabbed his right hindleg, stared at the massive paw and pushed his snout against it to take a long, needy, deep whiff. Hal murred, watching with rapt attention as the herm grew hard as he sniffed the massive yet soft paws of the titan, his tongue lapping every drop of sweat, slithering inside every crevice, every nook and cranny, drinking the equally heavy but most often forgotten musk of his paws. With a long moan the smaller dragon fell, his legs giving way, wobbling weakly. However he was still desperately clutching Hal's paw, or one of his toes anyway and in falling he dragged it with him, ending up absolutely smothered by the appendage, a musky, soft and massive blanket he went back to lick and sniff. The herm's cock was sandwiched between scales and soft pads, squeezed and massaged in its entirety, spurt after spurt of precum completely bathing it by virtue of the sheer amount of pre the smaller dragon was spilling. It flared, grew and swelled, thick enough for Hal to grip it with his hindpaw, if with a little awkwardness, and rub it gently. The herm moaned, touched in ways he had never experienced before, smothered by the titan, completely surrounded by his musk, breathing in nothing but his scent and his lust. There was a twitch, a whimper and then the small herm came, an explosion of pure white splattering on the underside of Hal's foot, cum sticking to his scales, spilling from the gaps of his toes. Minutes passed and Hal never quite stopped rubbing and pressing down, enthralled by the novel sensations of using not his tongue or his tailhole to please another one, lifting his paw only when the very last spurt left the herm's shrunken sack.

He stared in amusement at the dripping spunk, thick blobs hanging on by a thread to his pads only to break and fall on the belly of the one that had spilled them, slowly but surely covering him in his very own lust. The titan smiled and licked his hindleg, dragging his tongue over the hundreds of gallons coating his scales, growling with pleasure as he tasted the herm's essence, as he slid his own massive tongue in between the gaps of his digits, finding the activity to be rather fun and arousing even for someone like him. As he shot a glance at the one beneath him, he saw the still burning need within his eyes and let his foot fall once more, immediately feeling a broad tongue start to clean it. He laid back, watching, teasing and stroking himself as the essence of the herm flowed within him, blossoming on his body in the form of a fat, utterly immense flare upon the very tip of the behemoth's shaft. Hal craned his neck and pressed his snout against it, taking a whiff of his own flesh, tasting it and finding that the flavour had changed ever so slightly, stronger, denser and more virile than before.

“I think I like you… what's your name little one?"