World Editor

Reggie groaned, tired, cranky and far too tired to be doing any more work for the day than he felt like he needed to, but the deadline for his commission was closing in faster than he liked. Or rather, it had been closing in or a week but life outside the four corners of his apartment kind of threw a series of wrenches in his plans and thus he found himself rushing through the last order for the week with no energy and little inspiration to fuel that rush. He thanked himself over and over for having prepared a dozen different sketches on paper before even starting the early models for the client, a little help from his past self that sped up the entire process just enough to send the finished work over half an hour before he’d have to reimburse the client for delivering late. He collapsed on his chair, massaging his hand in the hope to push what he felt like an incoming carpal tunnel far, far away from his far too full hands and life.

“Never again…” He rubbed his eyes for a couple seconds before standing up and stretching, ass sore, legs sore, arms sore and all around not happy with the commission from start to finish. He looked at the exported model rotating on his screen, the knight in full armour cycling between movesets, poses and such. “Not my best work but it’ll do.” He had done much better in fewer time under good conditions before: he could see problems with the model, some collisions between parts of the armour, even shades not in the right place here and there. Reggie ended up relying more on his talent and his years of experience as programmer and 3D modelling artist than passion. “Shouldn’t have even taken that commission in the first place…” He remembered the client: rich, not bothered by prices, exceedingly nit-picky about details and timing. On one hand there was a difficult client, on the other bills that were coming up and not enough money to pay for that and the new gym equipment he had ordered the other day. A dumb decision for sure, but passions tended to make people make that kind of choices often. “Now, let’s get some workout in.”

Reggie smiled, feeling that crankiness fade as he took off his ‘work uniform’, a little shirt and sweat pants, and put on his ‘workout uniform’ before leaving his room and going into the home gym. By uniform he meant a tank top that recently started to cover smaller and smaller portions of his chest and a pair of shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Or they would have if he had had company around to ogle and help, but at the moment his housemates were not there, which was a good thing since he was all too tired to make conversation at that moment. He enjoyed the feeling of those shorts on as much as he enjoyed the good sweat that came from of his workouts, a little combination that made said shorts tent up ever so slightly whenever he posed in front of one floor-to-ceiling mirror the room had come with when he bought the place. Reggie grinned, posing with the twenty pound dumbbells still in his hands, flexing and ogling the rising tent in his pants, his cock slipping out of the left pant leg, a drop of pre spilling over his thigh and running down a crease in his muscles. Another flex and he was hard. The thirty year old developer didn’t consider himself a narcissist, he didn’t love himself more than others, but he did appreciate muscles, on women or men or whatever in between. The fact that he was proud of himself and liked working out was only the cherry on top that allowed him to enjoy that little boner he popped from time to time when he was alone in his home.

And of course, lost in the trance of his workout and the feeling of muscles burning a bit in a much more pleasant way than sitting for a day staring at a screen, Reggie forgot he was not alone in his house and the time his housemates usually joined him for their own exercises.

“Evening Reginald…” Javier was a twenty something young man that had decided to move into the house because it was fitted with the gym and was close to his job, personal trainer for a big company and hence something that required him to be fit beyond what classes with middle aged men and women could allow him to reach. Javier was also familiar with the sight of Reginald enjoying his workout too much and with just how hung the older man was. Before making him have a small heart attack, Javier stood by the side, at an angle he had carefully selected, where he could stare at him but not be seen unless he moved or made a noise.

“Agh!” Reggie jumped a bit, almost dropping the weights on the floor, almost. He gently put them down with his erection still raging, struggling to cram the nine inches of uncut cock back through the pant leg it had been poking out of for the past few minutes and even then, the younger man could still see everything, included the fat bead of precum blossoming right where the tip was. “Knock on the door next time!”

“Don’t pop a boner when you know you have roommates next time.” Javier left out the part about him staring from the shadows. Reggie blushed and resumed his exercises, almost unable to let his erection die out despite the fact that he now knew he was being looked at. “I take the day was long and hard and difficult to manage?” Javier cackled at his joke, earning himself a roll of yes.

“Yes.” The older man sighed, defeated in mind and spirit, too embarrassed to make excuses for his slip and for the fact that he, for a moment, had enjoyed the idea of someone staring at him work out with a boner in full view. He pretended to be deep in his reps as he felt his cock fire precum into his pants like a broken hose at the idea of an audience, a little detail that his housemate did not fail to notice. “Finished a commission just in time.”

“Still on about that issue with the computer? I thought the technicians fixed it already.”

“Yes they did… but the program is now having bugs and the developers were late with their update and patches, so I was left scrambling to work around some of the most annoying glitches and shit.” He sighed. “The commission was worth the pain though, now my share of the bills should be covered for a while at least.” Javier cheered: the young man worked a full time job and earned enough to share the house and all the expenses, but having enough money to splurge, possibly on more gym equipment for all of them, including the third man in the house, was good news for everyone. “But I had already ordered more weights which is why I had to take the commission.” Another sigh, another grunt as he put the dumbbells on the rack and grabbed a bar, putting on another pair of 20 pound rings before taking a break. “You?”

“Ah, you know how it is: divorced women take yoga to try and drag in some young dudes, middle aged men do it for their life crisis, the couple of younger employees rarely come because they take all the work from the old coots that do make it to my classes.” Javier rolled his eyes and took the weights that Reggie had stopped using. “There are a few new guys that do come more often, I think they might be regulars by the end of the month since I’ve got the best lessons and the best ass.” He turned around and let Reggie stare at said ass, crammed into a pair of skin-tight pants worthy of a model. Reggie pretended to huff because he was just then lifting the bar and not because of his housemate’s toned ass. “I’ll try to make a move on one of them because if Frank takes home another woman from his bar and forgets to tell us… I’ll make sure to have him stare at my ass while it gets pounded by a bodybuilder.”

“Javier!”

“What? I can’t plot my revenge? Do you remember last time when he fell asleep naked on the couch with his most recent conquest? I might be gay and horny as hell but at least I have the decency to fuck in my room… not that I have had any luck since I’ve come to this house…” Reggie was turned around and missed the look that Javier shot him, maybe for the best. The older man groaned and put down the bar. “Tapping out so soon?”

“Yes… today is not the day for this. I’m too sore and tired.” Reggie wiped his face with a towel he then draped over his shoulder. “Have a good one.

“You too, but I suggest you take care of that problem in your pants first ok?” Both chuckled and then Reggie left the room, immediately going to his room to change for a hot shower. Just as he was taking off his pants, still hard, much to his shame and desire to just rub one out before washing it off, the computer rang out with a new notification. “What’s that?” As someone who hated to be disturbed by those things, Reggie set up his system so that only the important ones would get through and a new software update for his favourite modelling program was one of them. Especially after the plethora of recent bugs caused by the previous update. “Let’s see what they cooked up this time.” He sat down naked on his chair, something that he did often if he had to be honest. Commissions from people that wanted a detailed, complex and fully animated mode of their desires were the ones that paid the most after all and doing that with clothes on bothered him more than he liked to admit. “Ok, they claim to have fixed the bugs, thank you for that.” He sighed in relief, but not trusting them too much, he still opened up the program and picked up one of his test models to practice on and check the update log. True enough, the claims seemed to be truthful as far as he could see. “Reworked the… body movement algorithm and improved collisions with complex body parts?” He frowned. “That sounds interesting.” He looked deeper into the log and saw some pretty good animations that felt far more realistic than before. “Let’s try it out…” Reggie smiled and looked at the clock: he could do a little more experimenting before the shower. “And on second thought.”

His hand reached down for his cock and stroked it, his thoughts wandering from merely trying out new muscle movements to something a little more fun for himself. His body seemed to be already in the mood so why not indulge in something he had forgotten for ages? His hand moved the mouse from a regular folder to a different one, hidden layers deep into several dummy folders just in case, a small useless precaution born from his paranoia that his mother or family would find smut on his pc back when he lived with them. Soon the content of his models went from just work stuff to work stuff that was not suitable for young audiences, a plethora of naked bodies in scandalous poses and with all sorts of unusual features. He stopped for a second, staring at the wall of porn he had made from scratch as he painted the underside of his desk in precum yet again, before resuming his delve deep into the smut commissions until he found his personal stuff.

He huffed as he reached the most secret of his folders and rather inhuman bodies of all shapes appeared before him, wings, horns, thick tails and thicker thighs with muscles in even more scandalous poses. Reggie loved making human models, he enjoyed the less proper side of his work and the animations he was paid to make, but he enjoyed even more the anthropomorphic work he did for himself and himself alone. A click and he pulled out a reference picture commissioned anonymously to a friend, the fist pic that made him desire to become better at rendering, the very skill that now paid the bills: a towering dragon, anthro, of a magnificent bronze colour, wings half open to showcase their size. Had it stopped there he’d have not needed to hide the pic so deep, but the thick, bloated sheath between his legs, the muscles that could have shattered the flimsy weights he exercised with normally and the shameless grin of pride and lust on his face forced him to push that fantasy deep in the recesses of his pc. Now he resurfaced again, for the tenth time, or was it the twelfth? Every time he got better or a new update came around, Reggie would make his favourite creation better and more realistic: he had gone from a simple flat model to something that he could watch move and live, albeit within the confines of his screen.

The program was already opened and with the reference pic on the other monitor, door locked twice over, pants discarded and cock as hard as it could be, leaking precum all over his shaft and balls, dripping over the chair in fat beads that all his lovers had deemed to be rather inhuman but more than useful in driving his thick pole into anything and anyone. Reggie stroked it for a few moments, gathering his thoughts and then started with a baseline skeleton, adding joints for the limbs, the wings, simulating bones and muscle, layer after layer, carefully crafting a paragon of what he imagined to be perfection for the male form. Bundles of muscles were covered in thick scales, each individually placed over long minutes that soon turned into an hour, the thin membrane of his wings polished. Neck, shoulders, head, horns, arms, legs and then feet. Reggie pushed five years of hard work into the model to perfect it and take it to a new level of detail until he was left with his favourite part. Between the dragon’s legs he crafted a sheath that looked perfect for that bulky male, thick, hefty, not quite oversized but holding perfectly the footlong cock he modelled afterwards. He could have gone for much more, but the sliders of the devkit were there for that very reason after all. The cherry, or rather, cherries, were the two melon sized nuts he strapped on him at the very end, fat and heavy from the look alone. Once he was done, Reggie began making the animations, watching as the new engine for collisions and physics made the muscle feel so realistic he swore he could feel the heat as he zoomed in and watched his model’s nuts wobble and sway. He used one hand to make the final changes, the other going over his cock, stroking it as he watched his character flex for him after pressing buttons he had preset for other models. A few more changes, a few more details and then he exported the finished model into his toolkit for one last round of testing before he could jerk off in the shower and sleep. However, the second he pressed that export button, the world went dark and he blacked out. The second-last thought was that he had pushed himself too hard after the workout on top of ten hours of boring commissions and that hellish rush for his bills but the very last was that he wanted to jerk off to his character and missed the chance.

He woke up all of a sudden, the light of a new day suddenly dawning on him through the partially opened curtains of the bedroom. Reggie groaned, feeling a little sore but not as much as he’d have expected if he had fallen asleep on a chair, which he apparently had not since he was on the floor, especially after his disappointing workout. His first thought after that was how weirdly funky the room smelled: he had indeed worked up a sweat even if he had done little in the way of pumping his muscles, and that tended to make the room stink if he did not take a shower as he promised he’d do, but not quite as much as in that moment. And it wasn’t even a stink of sweat, no, it was just… his scent, male, somewhat young, horny most of the time… but far more strong. It was as if he had been stewing in that room for days, jacking off over and over to the point that his sheets reeked of lust and sex. He groaned, rolling on the floor until he was facing the ceiling, slowly opening his eyes and yawned. The breath he took was so thickly laden with the stink of a good night of sex he wondered if he had gotten drunk in between his haze and dragged home a girl or a guy and forgot about it but the smell was just his own, no one else’s. Reggie almost did not want to get up.

As he laid there, arms and legs spread wide, he felt himself grow hard, which was nice since he had skipped that promised wank the night before, but there was something else in between the pleasuring throb of his cock stiffening and the feeling of precum splattering on his abs. He leaned against the bed and looked down, expecting pants or even a condom around his cock, anything normal, but the mere fact that once his eyes were open again and he looked down and did not see his cock at all beyond the expanse of his pecs, Reggie was almost shaken awake on the spot. He took another deep breath and tried to calm himself, closed his eyes, opened them again: still there, only now he realized they weren’t quite pecs he dreamed of having, as in, normal human pecs but big as a lower class bodybuilder. They were a bronze colour, covered in hundreds of shapes that, if he wasn’t still tired, possibly somehow still dreaming, he could have imagined them to be scales. Reggie sighed, guessing he was not as rested as his muscles gave him out to be and pinched his leg. He felt nothing but a light prick. He pinched again and only when he put strength into it, enough to hurt, did he feel that prick and woke up for real.

“Ok what the…” Reggie had to stand up at that point, so fast that he slammed his head against the ceiling but felt no pain at all. Another deep breath and then he tried to assess the situation. The plan was to open the webcam but his fingers had turned into something a little more sharp and dark and deadly, claws that would have looked big on a tiger. His arms had also grown, much like the rest of him apparently, as everything around had turned small, puny even, and the keyboard of his pc was a little too tiny for such claws. And despite the worry of it all being a dream, that something was horribly, magnificently wrong, Reggie still felt himself grow hard. He huffed as his cock slid against his thighs as he literally knelt just to open the webcam of his pc and looked at himself. “Huh?” For a moment he was again confused: he was staring at another rendering of his character and not at what the webcam was supposed to show. He switched programs, closed and opened the webcam twice before the realization that the handsome, sculpted, towering mass of scaled muscle and perfection that was on the screen was himself and not the model he had made the day before. “Oh gods…” Reggie bit his lip, the image on the screen copied him and made him moan at the realization once again. “OH fuck.” He stood up and framed his groin in the webcam, barely seeing over the mountain of his pecs that over a foot of dark ebony cock jutted from a sheath as thick as his forearm, the fat shaft oozing precum, enough to surpass his orgasm by far, and that was every other second. He flexed his toes and felt a puddle spread beneath the pads he remembered designing, focusing on feeling the sheath he had designed for himself. “OH fuck YES!” Reggie felt his body sing and came a little at the realization that, somehow, his dreams had come true, as if a wish he had never expressed had been granted by a genie he never met. The man chuckled and felt his pecs and came a little once more, nuts churning with the eagerness that had been bubbling from the instant he understood what was happening.

The loud, lewd splat of thick cum on the wall behind his desk echoed in the room and instantly the smell of sex multiplied, his nostrils widening to take in the scent of his new virility. Another cumshot, another breath. He put his hands over his cock, actually needing both to make that slab of cock disappear in his grip for the first time in his life, his fingers brushing against a flare that he knew for a fact to be about as wide as a dinner plate when fully swollen, the crown of barbs around it so sensitive he merely had to touch it to feel his nuts heave in between his legs and fire another shot of raw spunk. He stepped back, knowing he’d ruin his pc if he continued hosing all around it in his breeding batter, finally letting that mammoth of a cock slip free, slapping lewdly against his steel hard abs, leaving a print that glistened in the cam’s reflection.

“Well fuck me…” He turned around and admired himself, pressing a button to record him posing, flexing, stroking himself. He sat on the bed, gently, making sure it’d not shatter, tucking his wings properly behind him. “I don’t even care how or why…. Hfffff…” He spread his legs, using his tail to caress and lift his balls up as he pumped his cock with two hands, playing with his sheath from time to time, plunging a couple digits in, stretching it, collecting thick wads of sheath slime before pulling his hands up and licking them clean, letting his scent further seep into the room until the print of his nuts on the mattress was surely going to be impossible to remove. “This is so…. Goooood.” The scent, the new sensations, the feeling of power, strength and possibilities, all of these alone were enough to make him hard, all together they made him cum on the spot, barely a minute of reckless stroking needed. “FFFFFFcccck!” Reggie held his breath, muscles swelling with power as he thrust into his grip, gallons of precum acting as lube until he stopped and aimed his cock forward, away from the magical machine that had turned him that way.

The splatter of cum on the window was deafening, the third, fourth, tenth, loads all colliding against the clear glass, painting it white, his spunk so dense that he could see it stick to the wall, flying several feet through the air only to be wasted just like that. Reggie roared, spreading his legs wide, pumping one arm still as he leaned on the bed, arching his back and began painting the ceiling with cum, load after load after load, gallon after gallon, his balls just as endlessly virile as he desired them to be, as he needed them to be. After all with such a body, how could he not turn any room he wanted into a sauna that smelled of his nuts, how could he not leak pints of precum before even growing hard only to paint any room in cum. He wanted to do so, starting with his own room, but even with his output, even as his footlong slab of cock fired endlessly, the air turning so musky he could lick the salt off his scales, even as he jacked off madly and pointed his cock at everything he owned to mark them, he still wanted more. He had to grow for his dream to come true and his body obeyed his desires. Reggie howled, cumming all over again as he felt his nuts swell between his thighs, the previously barely empty cum tanks now full again and swelling still, adding dozens of pounds of pure cum to their reserves, heavier and heavier. His cock grew too, matching his desires, his hands forced to widen as his girth doubled in moments, the fat cum pipe delivering twice as much cum every second as before. Again he howled, arching his back and aiming his cock at everything around him, adding a dozen more layers of spunk to the thick musky coat already present, his bed shattering beneath his bulk as the towering dragon hugged his spire and humped it against the ruins of his mattress, letting the last couple dozen gallons of seed soak into it, cementing his claim upon that small corner of the world before he collapsed on top of it, cum dripping from the ceiling and walls on him, more cum sticking as it leaked from the two feet of throbbing dragon flesh beneath his pecs, now poking them from beneath. The entire place was ruined beyond measure, only a corner where his computer was had been somewhat spared, and yet Reggie felt as if he had not even emptied his balls, as if he could go again and make an even bigger mess.

“Oh shit the webcam.” He groaned out of bed, or what was left of it and hurriedly stopped the recording before the cum dripping from the ceiling caused a short. Just to be safe he did a backup and stored years of work in a hard drive, hiding it in a container so that he’d not ruin that too. But as he watched the video play, he felt his sheath spread around his cock again and his balls churn with a fresh couple dozen loads ready to be fired. “Sssso full already…” On one hand he was shocked, on the other he was already holding his two feet long slab of cock and pumping it, his abs bathed in syrupy precum. The regular post nut clarity was nowhere to be seen, Reggie was still just as needy, pent up and horny as before he turned his room in a cum swamp. “What if…” An idea blossomed in his mind: what if he uploaded the video to his website? Pretended it was a new animation? How many customers he could attract with that? “Yes.” His fingers acted before his lust addled brain could process that maybe he shouldn’t, that he should first figure out how he had turned into a dragon from his model, how he’d live like that if he couldn’t turn back. By the time he realized that he had people he shared the house with, the private section of the site he hosted the public animations and the nsfw models for clients once they became public had a shiny new video. For a second he was shocked he had done it, then he saw the instant flood of notifications.

*Animation? Dude this is too good to be an animation!*

*What a hunk!*

*I have seen animations before but this is not it. How come you are so handsome and still pretend you’re not! Have some pride in your body!*

*And this dude makes 3D models for a living? How come he gets to be a stud like that and I have to slave all day at a desk and end up with a beer belly?*

Within four minutes a hundred people, most of them regulars, some new visitors, had commented and faved the video, none believing he had made it as an animation, all very clear that this was him, the animator, the real life Reginal and not a character. Reggie moaned at the realization that somehow, for some reason, unless it was all a joke, this was him now. The universe had turned into something where he, an eight foot dragon with more muscle than a bull and more cock than the biggest porn star in the world was normal, where he was just handsome and not a monster. Reggie was steel hard within a second, jerking off once more but this time at the flood of new subscriptions, requests for videos and pms to ask him to meet and fuck. The bronze dragon bit his lips and continued reading.

*I see why he’s so good at making muscled models: he can just look in the mirror!*

*He should make this a regular thing on top of his work. I’d pay a lot to see a stud like that jerk off on camera tbh*

*Yes! He could just plop that fat cock of his on the desk and teach us all how to model them in our own programs… a real life model of that monster would make us all progress so fast!*

Reggie moaned, his balls swelling again, forcing him to turn around as he came again, another, fresh batch of utterly virile cum rocketing through the air, hitting the window again and shattering it. One moment he was worried about the damages, another he aimed purposefully at the broken window, letting gallons upon gallons of cum paint the wall of the house next to them in white, the stench of his lust spreading into the world, marking another house well before he even left his room or the chair he worked in. The giant dragon smiled and stood up, pumping his ebony shaft and opened the window, standing in front of it and jerking openly as cum rained on the grass and the garden shared between his home and their neighbour’s, wondering if anyone was watching. Rope after rope, the ground beneath turned into a white fan reeking of cum, the grass heavy with his seed, the scent of his breeding batter carried far away from the wind. He wanted this to last, milking himself over minutes this time until the daughter of the old coot that lived next door came out to check the noise and saw him. She was about his age, not married, pretty even, they chatted a few times before but never did anything beyond and now he was furiously pumping his cock in full view. She blushed, he smirked, neither moved until Reggie felt his flow ebb and die out, winking at her before he turned around and closed the curtains on a mess he had only dreamed of.

It was only at that point that he could take a breath and finally assess the situation, although the damage had been done, lots of it at that. He was not human anymore but it seemed that it didn’t matter to other people, however he had no more clothes and doubted anything on the planet save for parachutes could manage to cover him up enough to be effective. Then again he could just not wear anything since the laws of physics had been turned upside down just for him: if he could turn into a dragon with the sort of junk he had between his legs he could also get by with no clothes at all, right?

“Well… I kind of… let myself go a little too fast huh?” Reggie sighed, scratching his neck. “First I upload a video of me ruining my room and then I let the neighbour’s daughter look at me like that.” He looked up at the ceiling, licking his lips as a fat drop of spunk fell on his muzzle. “If this is not an explosive start I don’t know what is.” He switched off the computer and headed for the bathroom, checking if there was someone in before gently stepping inside and locking it behind him. “Maybe I should have done it here… it’s going to be a mess to clean up.” Despite him saying that, he had a grin on his face as he stood in front of the mirror and posed, flexing for himself, watching as his body heat made the gallons of cum stuck to his scale melt and flow in between the chasms of his muscles. He posed for barely a minute before he saw his cock rise again, hard as steel, leaking precum with enough force to splatter on the mirror. “Again??” Reggie groaned, half annoyed and half aroused by the mere idea that he could cum so much and still have a shorter refractory period than a teenager. His cock slapped against his abs and his balls churned so loud he could hear them clearly over the pitpat of pre spilling on the floor. “Gods this is unreal.” He complained but his hands were caressing his shaft almost faster than he could realize, pumping his meat while staring into the mirror again, moving to a sideway pose and flexing, watching as his entire body swelled and his cock fired a shot to the other end of the bathroom, splattering inside the toilet. He grinned. “Well since I’m like this again, I’ll make the most of it.” He aimed his cock at the toilet and made sure all the pre was safely dumped inside it for the moment. “I could use being a little bigger… If I can’t even see my cock beneath my abs is a little annoying.” Sure it was arousing to know he had the short of shelf-pecs that some people dream of, but he had designed that cock over years and not being able to see it without a reflection, only smell it, was a tad disappointing. “Maybe a couple more feet would look nice.” A thought seemed to be all that was needed. Reggie was suddenly shook by a wave of hot, deep lust, a moan escaping his lips the moment he felt his grip forced to spread around a bigger, thicker, longer cock that inched its way upwards, leaving a fat trail of spunk on his abs and then over his pecs until he was muzzle-to-tip with a fat, barbed flare. The stink of a ripe, musky, virile cock made the dragon drool, his snout instantly glued to that shaft as he drew in a deep breath and moaned, mouth half open to lap at the near steaming flesh while precum bubbled from the tip like a broken tap. “Oh fuck yes.” He hugged his cock like he’d hug a person, encircling it entirely in a perfect meaty embrace, steel-hard bundles of muscle and scale surrounding an even harder and hotter slab of cock. “Mmmmhh…” Reggie grinned, nuzzling his shaft now buried in the trench of his pecs, almost giving himself the most absurd of titjobs as he painted the ceiling in off-white pre. “Shame my balls are smaller now.” He already realized that simply wishing, thinking about changes would cause his body to change, but he wanted to say it, to hear the words come out of his mouth and then feel the change. It was as if he had the powers of a genie, his words were laws nature had to follow.

Reggie murred, making out with his flare as he spread his legs, preparing for the wave of heat and sat the already overflowing toilet, his tail tucked behind him. He thought himself prepared but the moment his sack swelled, a bomb of pure lust exploded in his loins, the dragon still felt his strength a small accessory, almost fake in the wake of an avalanche. Reggie howled, hands squeezing his shaft while he was forced to spread his legs wider than he anticipated, the fat churning melons he had for balls turning into soccer balls, then watermelons and beach balls within seconds, so heavy he felt them drag him to the ground, dense to the point he could barely feel them deform between the steel beams of his thighs. A rumble escaped the twin spheres, a single shot of precum that made him wince as his cock grew a couple inches just to accommodate the sheer size of that spurt. The impact made the mirror shake and then fog up, a thick haze of raw musk filling the room further fuelling an already overactive factory. Reggie smiled to himself, patting his sack once it stopped growing, pawing, caressing, worshipping his balls and making them sing in joy as their production was wasted all over the walls, ceiling and floor of the bathroom.

“Better not waste it… mmmh…” He licked his lips again, wrapping them around his flare and swallowing what felt like a gallon in a few seconds delivered by a couple weak shots, then he saw the big bathtub. “Then again… it’s not like I can’t enjoy some more… testing.” Reggie let his shaft free and watched it fall down under its own massive weight, levelling itself after a flex of the thick bundles of muscle in his groin. “Yes, I need to test just how far I can go before I can walk outside… it’s just the best course of action and thus… I need to let go.” He smiled and resumed jerking off, sitting on the toilet, his balls resting on the ground comfortably so big they had become, the tiles beneath cracked under their weight.

He relaxed his muscles, letting pleasure flood his entire being and groaned with a deep lust as his sack lurched, lifting itself a couple inches and crashing down a moment later, a titanic spurt of precum shattering the tiles on the wall next to the bathtub, most of it flowing down to fill the container. He wanted to see how long it’d take to make it overflow, he needed to know how much and how long he could cum without stopping, all for… testing purposes of course. The dragon licked his chops and stroked himself slowly, enjoying the feelings of precum rushing out of his nuts by the gallon, as if he was cumming with every pump of his thick arms, aiding each cumshot from the arm thick base to the immense flare, milking himself for all his balls were worth well before he was actually cumming. Stroke after stroke, huffing, puffing, groaning and spreading his legs wider to until his balls were overflowing between his thighs, brewing a load so massive he could taste it in the air, among the stench of his musk and the heavy flavour of salt and deep lust. By the time the tub was a quarter full barely a minute had passed, the sloshing fluid steaming in the enclosed space, tempting the dragon to sit in it, to let himself bathe his scales in the product of his loins like a lotion he could make for himself, to stew in his own load.

Reggie howled, planning in his mind to buy a pool just for that reason someday as his nuts contracted, lurching once again before his entire frame bulked out and delivered the first shot of pure cum out of his recently upgraded cock. The impact splattered all over the place, a familiar sight by then, but the sheer amount, thickness and virility packed into that single shot was far above any amount of pre he had spilled before, tar-thick against mere syrup, sinking to the very bottom of the tub and displacing more and more and more pre as more and more cum was spilled, the titan furiously pumping the fat pillar of dragon flesh that was delivering it all. Reggie clenched his thighs, shattering the toilet and sending water all over the floor, mixing it with all the pre that could not make it inside the tub, splattered all over the place and wasted. His balls cushioned his fall, big enough to be a small beanbag chair for a titanic being of his calibre. The weight of his body only made him cum harder, the feeling of his sack squeezed between his legs, pinned down by easily an entire tonne of muscle and dragon. The next cumshot peeled concrete off the wall along with what was left of the tiles, most of them pulverized by the first ten seconds of his orgasm, particles lost in what must have been two hundred gallons of cum. Thirty seconds and the tub was spilling over more seed than an entire town could produce in a lifetime but Reggie was still nowhere near done. He panicked for a moment and rushed inside the shower, unable to cram eight and a half feet of bulk into a space barely enough for his cock alone.

He aimed for the gap above the shower, letting his orgasm begin to fill a bigger space and relaxed. The ceiling paint was scraped as his orgasm rekindled in strength, the thought he could fill that container as well, watching as the level rose higher and higher only made the titan hornier and more pent up. Reggie growled and grew a little, his desires winning over him for a moment, balls bloating with seed, more than he had already dumped in the tub, far more, his cock widening to deliver it all once again, ridges as thick as his muscles popping on the lower side of his length, making the next stroke far more pleasurable than it had the right to be. Tens of gallons rocketed out of his nuts, making the glass crack as the pressure started to become a little too much, a layer of cum three feet deep putting more strain than what mere glass was designed to contain. And still Reggie continued, his tanks refilled by that small act of growth, his need stronger as he felt more pent up five minutes into his orgasm than he had been at the start of it, loving, hating and enamoured by his virility and endless capacity.

The shower shattered soon, glass shards churned into dust once they came into contact with scales tougher than tungsten, ground to nothingness and then lost in a sea of cum that washed over Reggie’s calves and only rose higher the more he came. He smiled, pulling his cock up, sandwiched between his pecs and swallowed the thick flare, gulping down one, two, ten pumps, regaining all the energy he had spent stroking himself in a handful of seconds, stomach full, his tongue drowned in the taste of his own spunk and nose chock full of musk to the point he could smell nothing but his breeding batter all over the place. But as the level of cum rose and rose, higher, higher, until his taint and hips were buried in a sloshing, thick mass of pure lust, Reggie realized that maybe the entire bathroom was not even enough to contain his orgasm. He came harder again, enamoured with that notion, wanting to see the level rise above his own head and then forcing walls to collapse under his pleasure. His nuts churned, obeying to that desire, doubling in size and pushed against the cabinet and the wall behind him, taking up more space than himself, cracking the reinforced concrete that held up the roof by mass and weight alone.

“OH fffuckk…” He started to worry for the first time, more when he felt the wall give out beneath an avalanche of nut behind him. “Shishitshitshit…” He was still riding the peak of his orgasm but in between cumshots, moans and grunts, he tried to think of a way to make this work out without ruining the entire house. Another cumshot, another inch of depth to his cumbath. “Oh so warm… mmmmmhhh.” If he could make himself bigger at will and grew to big for the house… what if he made the house big enough for him? “Let’s… let’s hope it, mmmmhhhh, it works.” A wish, a desire, an order, anything just to keep cumming like that and not worry anymore about flooding the house. Again his words turned into reality, the wall that was beginning to crumble, the far too full tub, the small, constrictive space of a bathroom clearly made for normal humans grew, expanded, but it did not change. “Gotta do it myself then.” Reggie winced, putting aside his pleasure and began envisioning a bathroom made for him and only for him, a bathroom that could withstand his body and his needs: the sink and the furniture it rested on rose up, expanded till he could use it as an armrest, the shower pushed further away, panels of blast-tempered glass replaced the normal ones. “That’s good…” The tub became twice as deep, then doubled again till the titan could easily rest inside it and feel the water lap at his pecs, a pool for his own pleasure. A toilet of pure steel, a mirror from floor to ceiling, drains all over the place just to drain his cum. “One more thing.” As the cum lake vanished into storm drains beneath the house, a hole appeared on the wall, an inviting, moist, gel-coated hole that had handles jutting from the sides. A hole for him to breed and unload his seed. “That’s better.”

Now it took the dragon several steps just to move across the bathroom, a size perfect for a titan like him. There was no need for anything else now beside unloading the rest of his cargo. Reggie grabbed the handles of the breeding hole and shoved four and a half feet of throbbing cockflesh inside, feeling the soft gel mould itself to his shape, heating up, lubing the slick surface until it felt like a warm, eager, hungry mouth for him to cram full of everything he could offer. He spread his legs and thrust forward, hilting the entirety of his shaft inside, crotch kissing the warm edges of the cumdump, his pecs mushed against the wall. Then he pulled back. And then forward again. Back and forth, Reggie finally felt his entire body working out as he enjoyed the tailored rack, balls churning hard, able to unload every last drop of cargo without worry as tanks collected the dozens and then hundreds of gallons of virile, womb flooding cum before dumping it into the drains beneath the house. He heaved, huffed and panted, sweat covering his entire body now, actually struggling to keep breeding that hole now that his energies were sapped entirely by the need to unload. Two more minutes, then one more and then he felt the last drop leave his aching nuts, deposited in a tank merely a third-full buried under the garden. His cock retreated into his sheath, bloating it, the very tip poking out so big it was. He had half a thought of shrinking it, to make it disappear inside that fat tube of scaled flesh but the sight of his own body unable to control his maleness was far greater than any other need. His floor-dragging balls however, needed a slight downgrade: as much as he liked the feeling of those two boulders touching not only his ankles but the floor itself was arousing and felt good, shrinking them to the size of beachballs, even if just to allow him to walk comfortably, was the better choice. He could just make them grow if he so wished. Although he guessed that they could do that on their own whenever and wherever, which was just as hot.

Immediately the shower was put to use, a nozzle worthy of a fire hydrant blasting his scales with hot water, washing layers of spunk until he shone like a polished gem, although the scent had not vanished in the least. Not that he wanted to. Reggie dried himself with a towel and dropped it in a far too small basket and sighed in relief: the test was complete and a success. At least for him. He doubted his housemates would be able to use most of the things in there, considering that the handle for the shower was now six feet above the ground and the toilet was big enough to fall in.

“I’ll deal with that later.” Reggie stretched and looked down, grinning at the sight of his sheath. “Maybe I do need to put on some clothes if I want to keep this like it is.” He scratched his neck. “Well if I can just change size at will, make the room grow and ‘edit’ it like I edited my character on the computer, why not… toggle the SFW mode? Is that too dumb? Gods I’m alone and I’m embarrassed for myself.” He tried to think about it but that wish seemed to be far too much for the world to accept, as if him just wishing his junk to disappear was an offence, an impossible thing. “Ok then uhmmmm…” He grabbed the towel from the basket and draped it over his crotch, the fat tube of his sheath holding it up, it covered nothing, no, as a matter of fact it made him look even bigger, a lewder way to showcase his immense size. “On second thought, I wanted a bigger dick since I was a teen, why cover it up now that it’s the size of someone’s leg?” He giggled, looking at the loincloth that served only to cover his flare and little more, and even then he could see the fat broad shape from the side, not to mention the little detail that his knee-reaching nuts were completely bared to anyone. The dragon smiled, flexed a bit more, toying with the flimsy piece of cloth for a bit, enjoying the slight tickling sensation on his flesh and sheath. “Breakfast.” Reggie clapped his hands, satisfied with the results of his experiments but hungry despite his earlier mid-orgasm meal.

The bathroom still opened in a corridor that barely allowed him to stand without crouching too much, wings uncomfortably tucked behind his back which would have turned annoying quickly. With a smirk, in the same way he turned the bathroom into something for him alone, Reggie began to work on the rest of the house and the property it was on, starting with the corridor first. He made it wider, taller, longer, ten feet and twelve respectively, more than enough to stand tall and allow some modicum of growth without needing to make more changes soon. The living room was next: he added a couch for himself, one that would have taken two thirds the size of the room it was previously in, and a tv that one could have mistaken for a home cinema. Smaller versions, or rather, human sized versions of his additions were added to make sure his housemates would have something to sit and use, but he still added more stuff for himself. In a fit of lust and excitement, Reggie added another breeding hole in the middle of the living room, the welcoming gap in the wall already reeking of his cum, flooding that part of the house in a lovely, thick, dense stink of dragon nut and spunk. It was barely twenty feet from the couch of his housemates, meaning they’d be able to see his ass whenever he made use of it, right next to the tv. The kitchen got some heavier upgrades: bigger table, bigger chair for him, a stove that could be used to cook for a cruise ship, a cellar crammed full of food instead of a fridge, tonnes upon tonnes of food ready to be cooked. Then he installed drains all over the house, even in the laundry room out back, around an industrial dryer and washing machine. The garden was mostly untouched, only fitted with a chair for him to nap on that had a hole for his tail and balls and a proper breeding rack in the form of a tube of metal ten feet long and four wide, attached to a piston and a hose that connected to the tanker below. His sheath stirred at the sight, tenting the makeshift loincloth even though it was supposed to cover it completely. Everything was scaled up, fitted for a dragon and customized for his needs. And for his housemates… not much.

“Ok, guess I thought too much about myself…” Reggie gave himself a light slap for having thought only of himself and headed back inside, fixing all the little kinks that Javier had mentioned, all the bits and bobs of the house he hated, even going as far as adding a little bit of padding to their other housemate’s room to prevent him from hearing the moans of all the girls he brought home. Frank got a little less in the way of presents from him because of that but it was still enough to make them even for draconifying the entire place. “Fuck I forgot about my food.” Reggie returned to the kitchen and began taking out stuff from the cellar.

“Afternoon Reggie!” Javier sauntered in through the human sized door right next to the dragon door, tossing his shoes here and there. Reggie smelled sweat and a healthy dose of lust even with the scent of spices from another room. Javier had gone for a run and had some fun in the meantime. “Mind giving me something of yours today? I have work in a bit and I just can’t make it to cook for myself right now-”

“Sure.” He smiled and took a fraction of his monumental meal to give to the small human.

“Thanks dude.” A couple seconds later and Javier was scarfing the pancakes and sweets like a hungry wolf. “Why the loincloth today?”

“Sorry what?” Reggie turned around with a ladle full of batter in hand.

“Well, I have never seen you wearing clothes in the house unless we had guests over. Is someone coming?” Javier took another bite and then rolled his eyes. “Did Frank take home another girl? Please tell me he didn’t…”

“W-what? Oh, nono, I just… felt like not shoving my sheath in your face for once. I’m sure it’s annoying.” The dragon chuckled, blushing a bit. “Plus I do like the look.”

“You know… I do like the other look better.” Javier winked. “And I do not mind seeing a foot of cock from time to time.” Another wink. Reggie blushed again. “It ain’t as if we don’t see it all when you use the breeding racks.”

“T-true.” Reggie sat down on the chair and sighed, hoping to adapt faster to the new changes in his life. He gave his housemate a smile and began eating, pretending that he was not thinking of pushing his loincloth aside and letting his dick smear the underside of the table in precum and sheath fluids. Was Javier flirting? He never understood if he was just joking or trying to get him to do something else… Now it was even harder… “I just feel like it.”

“Fair enough, I guess I got a good enough share of naked dragon ass to last one day without.” Javier chuckled and sighed. “That being said… I don’t want to.” Reggie was still pondering about the complications of his new lifestyle when he felt a foot grab his loincloth and tear it down, letting his chair be filled with balls and a sheath that was not containing much of his cock save for a mere foot of his base.

“Hey!” Immediately Reggie put it back but that did not make the feeling of being hard and dripping any less annoying.

“Sorry sorry, it was a joke.” Javier put his hands up. “I mean it. I got a little frisky with a… possible friend from work but he kind of bailed out the moment he understood I was into him.” The man sighed and rested his head on the table. “I got rejected out of the blue and, you know, I like seeing a toned ass and a nice cock, but since I did not get it with that guy I just… needed my fix of stud for the day.” Reggie huffed.

“I got it, but Javier… if you wanted it that badly you just…” He gulped hard. Was he going to do it? Was he? “You just had to get on your knees and ask for it.” And he did it. “I mean, if you really need it and clean up afterwards…”

“Oh thank god, I was getting so worried I had messed up right there…” Javier suddenly burst out in a big sigh of relief. “I am so sorry for messing with you Reggie, I didn’t… I tried hinting at stuff but you always kind of felt… distant… you know what I mean? Like, I tried to be subtle, I made comments and stuff for weeks, months even. If I knew that I just had to give you an under-the-table footjob I’d have done so a while ago.” The man chuckled while Reggie was left blinking like a fool. “You’re good with me having a sniff and some fun while you eat, right?”

“Uhhhhh suuuuuuuure?” The dragon shrugged, not sounding convinced, at least to himself.

“Great! You won’t regret it and please, keep eating, I’ll be a good pet!” Before Reggie could figure out much of what was happening, he felt Javier pull at his loincloth again, this time tearing it down completely, flooding the kitchen with a healthy, needy reek of trapped musk. In a second the titanic slab of flesh throbbed, not even touched and fired a shot of precum through the air that splattered against the wall that led to the living room. “Gods you are bigger up close.”

“Thanks…?” Reggie took another bite of pancakes and tried not to moan as he felt a warm hand, so small upon his flesh, touch his flare and play with the finger-thick barbs upon it. That touch and the soft skin on his cock made the dragon’s orbs churn and groan, firing another dense wad of pre, one that caused the entire length of his shaft to bloat and thrum as it ran through almost five feet of flesh.

“Dang you really have a hair trigger… not complaining though.” Javier giggled and kept working on Reggie’s flare, lowering it with great effort just to see it rise with a mere flex and slap against the table. “Gods it’s big.” The man moaned and moved closer, inching kiss after kiss on the underside of the massive shaft until he was facing the three foot wide spheres that churned hard enough to make the glass of water on the table shake. There was not a word more to say for either and Javier simply buried his face in between his balls, right under that cock and started breathing in his scent, breath after needy breath, hugging each sphere with his arms and failing to completely encompass a single one. “Ssssso big.” Javier moaned and so did Reggie, both males growing hard because of the other one, only that for the dragon it meant that his sack swelled, pinning the human down on the ground in a single lewd lurch, dumping on top of Javier’s lap a hundred or more pounds of pure churning cum, smothering him completely. “H-h-heavy.”

“Sorry Jav…”

“Don’t you dare move.” Reggie had made the motion to move but not moved anything other than a foot before Javier hugged the swollen nut and began kissing it, rubbing his face against the taut, vibrating surface, licking and kissing it with clear passion. “Fuck I’m going to… cum just from this… oh fuck you smell so good.” Javier moaned and humped his housemate, feverishly making out with a single nut until he began shivering and stopped. Reggie smelled the scent of cum spread in the air, weak, feeble but it was there. His own cock swelled and fired more pre before he eventually grabbed the man and placed him upon his lap, making him ride the base of his immense cock, head buried in between his abs. “I never blew a load that fast… it’s almost embarrassing.”

“That means next time you’ll have to last longer.”

“Next time?” Javier blushed.

“I’m not one to deny other pleasure: if you are tired, angry or just… want to huff my balls, just come to my room and go to town.” Reggie grinned and licked his lips. “And if you want to help me jerk off from time to time I’m not about to prevent you from… I don’t know, licking my tailhole while I use the breeding racks.” The man moaned, squeezing his thighs and making Reggie huff, washing him with a warm breath and the scent of pancakes. For a few more minutes he let the human squeeze, prod, poke, lick and huff his junk, gladly spreading his legs wider and flexing his cock to make Javier enjoy being beneath him. The puddle of precum on the floor had overtaken most of the kitchen, spreading a pleasurable stench of sex in the air, which fuelled both their lusts, a lovely, endless vicious circle of desire that neither wanted to stop.

“FFFFuck gotta go!” All of a sudden he stopped and rushed on his feet, checking for the state of his clothes and appearance, for the smell he could do nothing but go around for the whole day reeking of dragon musk and ball sweat.

“Come on!” Reggie stood up as well, his cock rising nearly four feet above Javier’s head, towering, enticing, spewing pre on the ceiling as the dragon’s nuts nearly dragged on the floor after he made them grow with those frantic and needy licks. “You can’t leave me like this after you get your fix!”

“Sorry man but… I didn’t check the time, I spent too much time and now I might be late for work.”

“Just call in sick or something!” Reggie protested. “How are you going to make up for this then? Leaving me like this while your ass walks out?”

“I promise I’ll do anything you wish once I have time, maybe… maybe tomorrow… I might have to stay out late today, boss wanted to talk about a promotion over a meal… Ah shit, don’t even have time to change clothes…” The human grunted but still headed for the door with a flimsy bag that held little more than wallet, keys and a towel. “Not that I mind.” A wink, a couple seconds to take his stuff and then he was gone, leaving a very pent up, very hard and leaking dragon to drip buckets of precum on the floor just like that. Reggie groaned and his balls did too, churning fat load after fat load. He looked at the time.

“Might as well get working too I guess…” He scarfed down the rest of his meal and slowly dragged his blueballed self to his room, leaving behind a couple marks where his swaying, sloshing nuts collided against the wall, a mark of steaming musk and need along with a thick trail of precum from the kitchen to his private quarters.

Every step was a temptation to stop and start jerking off, to paint the house white right then and there but he resisted, or rather, he tried to resist. After fifteen feet he felt too pent up and gave up, stopping in his tracks to grab at his pillar of cockflesh and stroking it casually. All those licks, teasing, all the kisses from Javier, his soft hands grabbing at every inch of his junk he could get them on, all the needy breaths taken with his nose glued to his nuts and cock like a desperate bitch in heat… Reggie grinned, finally free from that doubt and armed with the equipment, desire and confidence to make some of his possible plans in case his housemate ever came out clean. And speaking about clean: he strolled around the house and saw the door to Javier’s room, open, unlocked, beckoning him. Reggie agreed to that silent invitation and crammed himself inside, squeezing past a doorframe that barely managed to make his shoulders pass, much less his balls. He simply brute forced his way through, the wood splintering and shattering around the dense shapes of his sack, the wall itself giving way and leaving a hole five feet wide. Standing inside his housemate’s room, Reggie grinned and began stroking himself again, far too pent up after all the teasing to make it last, far too annoyed by work and boring concepts such as time to be willing to take it slow. He sighed in relief as he jerked his cock all over the furniture, painting nearly everything in a thick layer of white before he even began to cum, laying the foundation for the true mess as he purposefully delayed his orgasm for a few more seconds.

And then the dam broke: his balls heaved, churned harder and harder to deliver a most messy, musky and sticky payload, the impact making a couple books fall off a shelf into a puddle that formed in a mere instant. Reggie smiled to himself, aiming at his housemate’s bed, letting his gushing cock fall on it and then wrapped the sheet around it, making a faux condom that worked all too badly to stop or contain most of his orgasm. The bloated sheets spread across the mattress, soaking it in spent but warm spunk by the hundreds of gallons, the jets that punched through the fabric splattering against the wall and hitting the ceiling and everything else around him, load after load after load. Within a minute the entire room was dripping with dragon cum, an ankle deep puddle lapping at the titan’s legs and making sure that even after a thorough clean-up the stench would remain as it seeped through the cracks in the wooden boards and inside the furniture until all was white and covered in a five inch thick layer of raw spunk.

Reggie grabbed a fresh bed sheet from a mostly safe closet and cleaned his cock with it, plugging his cum pipe for a couple seconds to catch the last gallons as his nuts calmed and shrank on their own before tossing it on the floor. He was sure Javier would understand why he did it and if he complained about his bed being unusable, well he had his own and it was big enough for a dragon and a human. He’d apologize and fix the room if he needed but something told him that Javier would not mind sleeping in a room that smelled of cum for a while…

His own was woefully pristine by comparison: the same sweeping changes that had made the house bigger and dragon-proof had touched this room as well, meaning a bigger bed, bigger desk, a pc with a tv-sized screen, a few knick knacks to make it more comfortable. His chair had a nice hole for his tail and a form that allowed him to fit his wings with ease and when he put his entire weight on it, the hydraulic system held up remarkably well. With a sigh of relief and a smile, he opened his personal page and browsed between commissions now that he had free slots. As he expected from his little upload that morning, he had tens of requests, most of them of a more adult sort, but a fair few were regular sfw stuff. He ignored those after telling those ones sending the request that he was already full, apologized and went on to see the more juicy ones, his still hard cock twitching at the barrage and variety of demands and the couple of real life pics of the commissioners posing for him and asking if after his work was done he wanted to have some fun. As flattered as he was, Reggie also ignored the unsolicited dick pics, choosing three regular human models with animations for a porn game avatar and one that just asked to have a model of the body of a dragon from a show for private purposes.

Reggie picked up the drawing pad but before he could actually start, an idea made him halt with the digital pen mid-air. His cock stiffened on the spot as he turned the chair around, heart beating madly at the prospect of making one of his earliest and most loved fantasies come true: he stroked it a bit and then sandwiched his shaft between his pecs and wrapped his muzzle around the flare, then began to draw and work while sucking himself off. He felt as if he was about to cum again from a few licks alone, the taste of his flesh, the strong, thick musk wafting into his nostrils at every breath and the insane notion that he was sucking and getting licked at the same time only making it harder to resist but easier to draw. He drew and worked better than he had in months as he suckled upon his flare, swallowing gallons of precum as his balls churned and swelled, lowering and growing constantly with every stroke of the digital pen and each lick and huff. He had an old animation to finish, a quick loop he had to finish touching up here and there, just a matter of a few hours and then he’d be done. However, despite the passion, the fuel that was his bubbling lust and the fat cock in his mouth, it still took him three unbearable hours of jerking, swallowing, drawing and growing, until his balls were taking up so much space that he had to cram them behind the chair, the massive gap he had designed filled and then filled some more, before he could finish that job.

As he closed that animation and began making a new 3D model for a new client, Reggie was burdened by half a tonne of nuts behind him, each five foot sphere sloshing and groaning, pent up beyond belief, his flare well past his neck’s reach as it too had grown in his work frenzy. He finished and sent the piece while he hosed the room behind him in precum so thick and potent he thought he was cumming directly, seed pushed out by the sheer amount backed up in his cum tanks. Reggie moaned and grunted, once again making changes to the house to fit his needs, adding a fourth, bigger and more powerful breeding rack underneath the desk, one he crammed his cock in the moment he finished the design and attached it to a separated tank beneath the garden. The suction, the lubed cylinder and the sheer need to cum made the dragon roar and flex, his balls heaving and delivering a shot of spunk that filled the internal reservoir of the tube and then got sucked into the piping system. He resumed his work after activating the pumps, the tube now milking him slowly, racing across well over five feet of thigh-thick dragon cock, the soft hum of pistons and engines a dull white noise that matched the lewd rumble of his overstuffed nuts, if barely. Hooked up to a fresh toy, busy making a model of himself from scratch as he was now, Reggie lost himself in his work again, time melting away, stroke after stroke, shots of precum following each other endlessly but allowing him to finally avoid more growth. After one more hour, he set the machine to a faster speed, pumping back and forth at twice the pace from before, back and forth, humming, thrumming, milking him hard enough to make him stop several times to grab onto the chair and grit his teeth as his balls churned and heaved. The bronze dragon huffed, reaching his climax at long last, hours of edging, of teasing, of fantasizing about his models and what his customers would do. The milker beeped, set at the highest speed it could physically bear and not shatter just to pump away the endless deluge of cum that came forth from Reggie’s cum tanks, draining pools’ worth of heated spunk every minute, the tank inside the garden filling faster and faster with time. Reggie grunted, the very peak of his orgasm almost making him faint, a hundred gallons delivered from his nuts to the tanks every single second, the pump strained to the very limit of its structure, holding on by a thread.

The tank collapsed first, or rather, exploded. A soft bang echoed from the garden, followed by a deep rumble as thousands upon thousands of gallons of cum started seeping from the grass, soil churned into a musky mud while the dragon simply kept on cumming and working, panting but determined to finish his job before his climax ended, and considering how much he could pump out he just might manage to do it and enjoy the last few minutes of it. Shot after shot after shot, a second tank blew up and released more spunk, a small geyser of ultra-dense breeding batter spraying from beneath the soil and turning the garden in a musky swamp that smelled of dragon. Reggie put down the pen, finished the commission and then pulled his cock out of the milker, leaving the abused toy to rest and flopped on the bed, still cumming, still moaning, hugging his cock now pinned between him and the mattress like the morning as he thrust, humped and saturated the king-sized bed all over again.

“If I get to work like this every day for the rest of my life I’ll be one happy dragon…” He chuckled, standing up after another day spent working, ass glued to the chair. Sure a chair that had all the gadgets to make it more pleasurable but he still had been sitting for a while. “Guess it’s gym time again.” Reggie followed his daily routine no matter what, even if he finished early, and today was not an exception: he’d get his workout done and then enjoy a much needed lazy evening on the couch. “I did order weights that should have arrived today but I wonder if they’ll be the same thing I ordered before the change or they adapted as well…” Reggie scratched his neck. The bell rang. “Speak of the devil.”

Thirty seconds later and he was at the door, welcoming a young guy that pointed at a massive van where a team of possible candidates for a bodybuilding contest was slowly unloading crates. He offered to help, casually strutting out, completely forgetting he was naked and half hard still, bringing some of the equipment in, essentially doing a little pre-workout in the process. The entire team did their best not to stare or ogle at the two feet of soft dragon cock that jutted from a sheath the size of their legs but Reggie didn’t notice any of it, much to their relief. He thanked them, gave them a tip and then hurried to install them in the indoor gym, eager to try them as soon as he possibly could. That took almost twenty minutes since some of the machines, which he wasn’t sure he had ordered, were hard to build even with instructions: apparently his new requirements, mysterious and far from any human standard, were nigh-impossible for regular machines or even regular weights. The world record for a human was somewhere around a thousand pounds, but the things he was staring at, when put on a single machine, far surpassed that. Pulleys, cranks and mechanisms created a clever contraption that increased weight by use of resistance instead of brute force. There were some immense disks of pure steel for him to use as well but they were few and probably not enough if he progressed at a regular pace.

“Guess I need to go and grab concrete blocks from a construction site…” Reggie grinned, proud, eager. “Let’s get working then.” He clapped his hands and then sat down, back against the bench and set the weight, immediately pushing against the pull of the machine. “Oooh yes this is good.” The resistance was absurd, he’d have been crushed had he been human but now he could feel muscles he didn’t know he had burning and working hard. A single push, a second of rest, he let his arms go down slowly, almost painfully slow, then stop and repeat, one, two and fifteen until his muscles ached a little and he let go. “Again.” He waited and resumed, moving from that machine in the immense gym to another and then another again, moving to more free weights once he was done, each step leaving behind a musky footprint as did his ass and back. The gym was turned into a sauna, his sheer heat on top of the workout made the air turn stuffy, heavy, laden with a lovely, mind-clogging scent of dragon at work and overly full, churning nuts. “Ugh…” Reggie let the last weight drop on the floor, the disk sinking into the boards and cracking them with ease. “I’ll fix that… later.” He panted, more tired than he had been in weeks if not months, completely oblivious to the floor-dragging pair of nuts he had since every movement was tiresome and slow. “Couch.”

Step after step he headed for the living room, huffing and leaving behind a sweaty trail until he sat on his custom couch. His cock fired a jet of precum that splashed on the wall, still soft and dormant but already trying to empty a pair of tankers the size of a beanbag chair. Reggie rested his feet upon his own sack, the four foot tall spheres just big enough and solid enough to make a good footrest, the churning a pleasant massage function as his sheath stirred now that the adrenaline level was dwindling. He make no attempts to restrain himself, his cock slipping out, dragging itself over the swells of his nuts like a python the size of a main water pipe, pumping precum in thirty gallon shots every few seconds. Reggie sighed and let his body relax completely, merely checking up on the state of his junk every few minutes as he idly watched some tv with no care for the state of the living room. Shot after shot, the puddle of pre spread, deepened, thickened, the level prevented from rising above a fraction of an inch by the drains, meaning the titan had little reason not to let go and make a mess, freely dumping a swimming pool’s worth of pre by the time he even realized it. Reggie huffed and lifted his cock, draping it over his shoulder, a log of throbbing cockflesh close to his snout. He idly stroked himself, going over the thick ridges to enjoy the casual stimulation, the sound of dozens of gallons of dense pre hammering against furniture and walls alike lost in the chaos of a badly made action movie on tv. Inch after inch the precum lake grew until the small couch for his housemates and all the human-sized furniture began floating in it, a knee-deep churning lake of simple pre that he had no intention to contain.

Instead, as the scent of musk and salt increased, Reggie murred louder and louder, growing hard and needy, his balls swollen to five feet wide each, the floor beneath, including the concrete under the boards, cracking and caving in under the assault of weight and vibrations comparable to a jackhammer as those twin spheres virtually quaked with hundreds, thousands of pounds of unspent cum, all the pre pushed out mere waste as his lack of orgasms thickened his already womb-busting seed. The windows had turned foggy nearly an hour before, now the tv itself was like a billboard inside a dense fog, a shiny, loud rectangle that could not be more vague inside a room so full of steam, heat, musk and need that the people walking outside popped boners or got wet by merely smelling the fumes seeping out of the cracks in the window panels. Reggie huffed, lost in his need, having forgotten about the movie and the promise to not do anything until the end of the day.

He once again grabbed his cock and began jerking himself, uncaring about the state of the house or the possessions, uncaring about consequences: he had worked out harder than ever, denied himself a release he knew he needed once again and now he felt as if he could knock someone up just by looking at them. Reggie roared, his cock flexing, delivering the very last gallon of pre from his overstuffed nuts, now dry of weak fluids, utterly and completely packed with the best, thickest and most dangerous load of cum on the planet. The next heave of his nuts shot a bullet of raw spunk, dense to the point that it cracked the wall, nearly punching a wall through it entirely as the sheer power needed to pump it out and its thickness neared wet concrete. Another cumshot and the wall now bore a hole and still Reggie refused to move, watching at the chaos his pleasure could wreak. The titan grew, swelling bigger all over, towering over even his own custom furniture, bearing a cock the size of a small naval cannon, almost longer than he was tall, his flare an entire three feet above his head. He licked it, scraping wads of tar-thick cum from his flesh, moaning and relishing in the taste of a breeder of unparalleled potency. He eyed the mounting rack and sighed, redesigning it to be bigger, longer, sturdier moments before cramming twelve feet of ebony cock inside. While the hole was sturdy enough to withstand a single thrust, the wall itself cracked, fissures appearing in a spiderweb-like pattern from the gap and where his hips met with reinforced concrete. His pecs kept him from hugging the wall, heaving up and down with laboured breaths now. His balls churned, lurched and began unloading their cargo, tens of gallons at a time, veins popping on their surface as enough energy to power a truck was needed to pump them out. The behemoth roared and sunk his claws into the wall, grabbing at steel beams within for support instead of the handles on the hole, using them to balance himself as he started breeding the milker and then the house itself, windows shaking, some even shattering as Reggie picked up the pace.

He remembered all too late that the tanks had already been blown to kingdom come, destroyed by an orgasm he knew was not going to hold a candle to this one and yet he did not care, he’d fix whatever damage with his new powers anyways. Every orgasm he had was better than the last, the more he held back the more he could give later. This one felt like he might pass out just from the first proper cumshot. The titan roared again, hammering his hips against the wall, the concrete crumbled in thick chunks, crashing down, causing waves that could have drowned a person had there been one. The entire house was shaking from the foundations, then it quaked as the wall Reggie was using as support crashed down, causing a flood of precum to spill out shattered windows from the living room, or what was left of it, sweeping cars to the side but not a single person, much to their luck. The stench of sex and danger spread like wildfire, keeping everyone far from the epicenter of the musk storm and the quaking thrusts as the house they originated from stared to crumble under the raging behemoth. Reggie, uncaring about consequences, made full use of his muscles, his bulk and his powers, losing control out of his own will, growing, swelling, adding more and more reinforcements to his toy, his nuts sinking into the ground as weight increased exponentially alongside his own. Reggie flexed, wrenching the toy out of the rubble and pumped it up and down his cock as he sat down on his sack, using their immense bulk and size as chair, the steel slab of his cock poking from the other end of the milker, the flare as wide as his pecs and gushing cum so thick it glued the house back together. More and more and more, the titan shattered the ceiling with his wings, carving gouges into the attic. His cum bore holes into what was left of the roof and rained down on the garden, the trees alongside the road, on cars, breaking windshields worse than if it had been hail. His orgasm finally began to close in, his nuts churning so hard he could hear the thrum and sloshing of cum inside, his cock bloated, thicker than himself. Reggie made one last effort and designed a tanker worth of an oil ship and buried it in the garden, but it was so big it encompassed two of his neighbours’ properties, a tube to connect the toy to it forming around his flare, immediately relieving the house from the burden of holding in even more seed.

Then he came, hard, harder than he had done before, pushing the limits of his body to a new height until his muscles were more like trenches dug by machines than anything natural, his balls so heavy and bloated they lifted him off the ground as he grabbed the twisted handles of the milker and pumped it up and down a slab of cock that could sow a field with ease. Reggie moaned, thrashed and howled, his throes of pleasure echoing in the entire neighbourhood with ease just before the loud, lewd earthquake of his orgasm rocked the earth and made a few car alarms blare as if to warn people of danger. His first cumshot slammed into the tanker with enough force to be heard through the layer of cement he put just for safety above it, the second was more muffled by the thick layer of spunk that came before, gallons added by the hundreds as the titan stopped jerking himself and laid back, basking in the joy of his pleasure, unable to do anything but hump the air and lick, stroke, sniff and caress his expansive nuts, listening to his seed churn and leave to be dumped outside. Every shot made the tubing swell and sway like a living snake attempting to swallow a god’s emissions, its stomach growing heavier and fuller by the second. For a moment Reggie thought it had actually become one and reality morphed to suit his idea of it, the seal of the milker turning into a mouth, the stiff steel into a coiling, squirming, well-lubed throat for him to fill. The snake immediately began sucking, twisting itself over his cock, swallowing his loads with hunger, real hunger instead of mere pressure and mechanical forces from an inanimate pump. Reggie mewled, grasping at the taut flesh of his nuts as he came harder, bloating the snake with the equivalent of a firehose spraying a building, the being’s eyes widening with shock and then lust, egging the dragon to cum harder still.

Their gazes met several times as Reggie heaved and huffed, feeling his balls shrink at last, production falling lower than the speed at which his seed was crammed into an industrial tanker by a most hungry and suited throat. Even as the fifty thousand gallon tank burst and shattered the concrete above, the snake kept on milking its master, swallowing he had to give, every last drop drained into a leaking container, widening the chasms in the steel walls and flooding the garden in a bubbling spring of hot white breeding batter. The fence toppled in an avalanche of spunk, trees swept up along with anything not bolted to concrete and even then, it might have not been enough. Reggie collapsed on the couch over an hour later, his nuts again mere beach balls instead of literal boulders, light, shivering after the effort, the snake reverted into a lifeless tube, the house wrecked along with the garden and most of the hundred yards around him. He stumbled outside after shrinking, his cock retreating in his sheath, still leaking pre and leftover cum onto the soaked grass. The chaos was near absolute, as was his pleasure after being able to see for himself just how much damage he could cause if he even moderately put effort into enjoying his powers. It was a good chance to prepare for the worst next time he was a little bit pent up.

In the wake of his orgasm and the work to fix his yard and prepare it for the next day, Reggie calmly strutted around, examining choices for containment of future orgasms. As he mused how far and how big to make the tanks to hold his cum, how thick to make the pipes and where to install a storm drain-like system to dump whatever the reservoir for his spunk couldn’t hold, he noticed that he wasn’t quite as alone as he thought he was. He turned around, thinking of having to explain either to Javier or Frank why half the house was wrecked and coated in more cum than the cement it took to build it, but he only saw the neighbour’s daughter, naked, staring at him with a lustful gaze and a swelling, growing belly. Reggie froze, watching her wobble towards him, cradling that immense belly with her hands, seemingly happy. He had to rush and catch her the moment she looked like she could slip on the cum coated grass, his hands holding her head and back. Nothing much was said, even after the woman kissed him, letting him taste his cum on her tongue and put his hand on her belly to make him feel the heavy, massive shapes crowding her womb. Reggie blushed, but he had already figured out what had happened the moment he saw and smelled her, the strong scent of heat quenched, of her need sated but not quite as much as she wanted. The dragon’s cock stirred and she held it in her hands, stroking it as it painted thick streaks of precum on her belly, warming it up ever so slightly. He lifted her and, as the house was reset, the destruction gone, he carried her to his bedroom, growing harder and harder the more she licked, kissed and teased him, her loins smelling of a new desire, one of a proper breeding after he had already made quite the mess. She chuckled, unaware of the scales blossoming on that stretched dome and the changes she needed to have in order to endure her new mate’s love for that night and those that would come later. He just hoped that she was the only one who got caught in the wake of his orgasm, but the moment he put her in bed, her entire body morphing into a dragoness able to take a dragon like him, the scent of many, many people reached his nose from the front door. Reggie sighed with a big grin, his cock steel hard all over again, his nuts churning, lowering down to his knees and then a little more again once the two other women, and the gardener he swore had winked at him the other day, he had welcomed in his house knelt and began kissing those endless cum tanks.