A Bad Day to Rampage
"Look out below, bugs!" A deafening snicker boomed throughout the world, followed promptly by a paralyzing quake. The ground itself fractured, cracking like an eggshell under the weight of the deer's titanic stomp. Spanning entire regions, the shockwave his foot produced raged across the continent, wreaking untold devastation. Everyone on the same side of the planet could see him taking up the sky, blocking out the light with his cruel grin. He regarded the near microscopic people and their towns dotting the surface with a cruel sense of glee. "Though, I guess you're more like microbes to me, huh?"
Justin's rampage had begun a day prior, and like any good rampage, he'd gone all out. Within an hour, he'd outgrown the tallest skyscraper in his city. That is, he would have outgrown it if there was a town left. It had all been eaten or stomped to oblivion. The rest of the state followed, then the country. Finally, he reached his current height, were he seemed to plateau. It was fine by him. Nothing could harm him up there, not even the strongest of the world's weapons.
Massive quakes started up once again as Justin shifted, getting on his knees. His massive penis, hundreds of feet long, had been hard for the past thirty minutes. It cast a shadow over an entire city, blocking out all light. The town trapped beneath his ass had it even worse. The chasm of wrinkled flesh looming over them sent ripples of panic through the streets. They were but a shift in muscle away from being swallowed up by the deer's rump, never to be seen again. And he certainly already had trapped many people and places up there. Those left could only imagine what they were going through.
Justin leaned over, pumping his cock and splattering torrential downpours of precum over the land. He panted and moaned as he dragged his hand over the ground to scoop up a city and the surrounding layers of crust. He paused his lewd display for just a moment, time enough to spread the metropolis' remains over his sensitive cock head, moaning loud enough for continents entire oceans away to hear. "Fuck, you guys are so tiny, but you feel so good~"
Those within the city were decidedly less happy with this turnout. From the massive fingers gouging their homes from the ground to being lifted skyward to a titanic penis, they were subjected to true terror. Most were mashed into a pulp, an infinitesimal amount of lubricant to the massive handle. Others, debatably less fortunate, were lost in the massive slit, doomed to fall down the slick slide and drown.
Of course, Justin didn't care in the slightest. He just wanted to enjoy himself. That's what the world--no, the universe-- existed for right? Making him feel good. He could feel himself coming close to the edge. "That's right, microbes! I'm your fucking God! And I can do anything I wa-"
"Huh, I wouldn't have called anything as puny as you a 'God'." A massive voice boomed over the planet, dwarfing even Justin's own. He was shocked from his orgasm, nearly jumping back in surprise.
"Who the fuck..." he growled, looking around. "Who said that?!" Suddenly, the world darkened, sunlight disappearing in a massive shadow around his form. A primal terror suddenly gripped the macro. The shadow almost looked like... no. No way!
Nearly frozen in fear, Justin slowly turned around. He was met with the sight of a single black foot. Dozens of feet away, its twin. And hundreds of feet higher, the bored face of a midnight blue dragon. Justin, nearly 8 inches tall in comparison, stumbled back with wide eyes. His mind swam with thoughts of terror, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. "Wh-what the hell!? Where did you come from?!" He finally fell backward, landing his rump on a tiny city. The entire mass of life was wiped out in a second beneath plump, fuzzy cheeks.
The massive dragon frowned, bending down with his hand outstretched. Justin panicked, trying to scramble away. But the massive hand easily plucked him up, squeezing him more tightly than he'd ever wanted to be held. The air felt to be squeezed from his lungs. It was horrible. Even worse, he was brought straight up to the dragon's face, forced to stare into his eyes. They lacked pupils, seemingly patterned with a universe of stars. It was like staring straight up into space.
"You know, I don't usually do this, but you caught me in a bit of a bad mood," the dragon muttered. Even the quiet tone was a booming soundwave to Justin. "Meddling with you '_macros'_is so tiresome... But I need a good toy to play with, so you'll do."
Justin recoiled. A toy!? That was unacceptable! Justin began to struggle, pushing away the mega's fingers. "Wh-who do you think you are, asshole!? Pick on someone your own size!"
He didn't seem to be affected by the declaration much, merely cocking his head to the side with that same boredom. "Like you've been doing to these micros? Mortals... always get so cocky when they grow a little past nano size... This is just what you get." And with that, before Justin could protest, the hand moved down south.
Wind rushed in Justin's ears and he came to a dizzying stop. He slowly opened his eyes, expecting to be beneath a massive paw. Instead, he was left cupped in a hand beneath a massive black penis. It was thicker around than his body, and twice as long. "Hey wait--" His words cut off as the hand pressed him into the cock, squeezing his entire body into hot flesh. He struggled, beat against it, and pushed away, anything to escape. His only reward for his efforts was the dragon starting to stroke.
It started slow at first, Justin's body being dragged somewhat painfully against the hot, pulsing underside of a dick, but the moment he reached the sticky cockhead, already covered in precum, the dragon picked up speed. His fur soon became doused in the stuff, permeating every part of his being. He was forced to swallow some, barely able to spit it out.
As time passed, the dragon's cock throbbed more and more often. Justin came to associate those times with holding his breath, lest he drown in the spurt of precum that came drooling out afterward. But soon, the hand holding him fast to the massive dick tightened, squeezing the air from his lungs like a rubber toy. The dragon's breath caught, followed by a massive roar as cum shot out of his cock and into the air.
Each pulse sent a rippling wave through the urethra Justin was trapped beneath. He felt sickened knowing that's what was going on just feet away from his face. But he truly felt ill upon feeling a warm liquid drooling over his back. He squirmed, rewarding a chuckle from the dragon, as he became doused in fresh, warm semen.
Minutes later, what felt like an eternity to Justin, the hand relaxed somewhat and brought Justin away from the base of the cock. It was finally over. He'd be free to wash himself off and forget this ever happened. Despite his disgust over still being covered in sticky cum, Justin felt relieved. At least until the dragon regarded him again.
"My, my. Look at you~" he cooed. "Big bad deer is now all covered in dragon seed." He snickered a bit. "Well, actually it looks like I missed a spot or two... Let me take care of that for you." Justin's eyes went wide. What did he mean by that?! He got his answer a moment later as the somehow still hard cock suddenly lurched forward, the slit opening wide to take in his snout.
Justin tried to scream, but his mouth was pinned shut by the tight grip the somewhat elastic penis had on it. He doubted he'd want to taste the inside of a dick anyway. But it seemed he'd be experiencing it in full. He yelped as he was sucked in a few inches suddenly, overtaken by the cock as if it were the mouth of a massive snake devouring him. High above, the dragon moaned.
"That's right~ Get in my balls, little one." The dragon began to feed him to his cock in earnest, taking him more quickly than should have been possible. Soon, Justin's head was fully enveloped, followed by his shoulders, and so on and so on. There was no light within, just what little escaped down the dark tunnel between "swallows." It was tight, the heat oppressive. Justin squirmed for all he was worth, unable to do much else.
Soon enough, all of Justin's lithe body was swallowed into the dragon's cock. His feet no longer felt the chill of the slight breeze, and his body was forced every downward by a combination of contractions and a hand outside pumping him down. Eventually, he came to a tight muscular ring, which he was painfully forced through. He landed with a squelch in an empty, fleshy chamber, not unlike what he imagined a stomach to be like. Just with a shallow pool of waxy semen instead of acid.
He would soon discover there wasn't much of a difference.
Panicking, Justin righted himself and began to pound against the walls. "Let me out of here you sick fuck!" he demanded. It was boiling. He could already feel himself sweating. "I'm not going to spend the rest of my life in your fucking nuts!"
His response was a chuckle, followed by fingers bouncing his prison as they caressed the dragon's sack. "Afraid you will," the dragon said. His voice was muffled by the several feet of flesh. "But don't worry. I'd say that will only be about fifty more seconds. Before you melt away that is."
Justin's heart just about stopped right there, ice spreading through his veins. "Wh-what do you mean!?"
"You should really pay more attention to your body~" Gripped with terror, Justin stared down at himself. The sight nearly made him faint. His entire form was sticky and barely had a form. Color had been leeched from his fur and skin, leaving him a mostly white, mostly humanoid blob. Drops of him fell off in sticky clumps. Cum.
Panic gripped Justin's heart as he realized his fate. He screamed, banging against the walls of the sack even as his body helped to fill it. Etos merely chuckled as he disappeared from the planet, leaving the tiny ones to rebuild. He couldn't meddle _that_much. Only correct what damage he himself had done while enjoying the smaller being. He would be revered as a savior for generations, with plenty of praise and worship to go around.
"You'll make a lovely batch of cum for me to dump into another arrogant 'God,' Justin," he taunted, rubbing his now unmoving ball sack. Things like this always made him feel better after a rough day. Though he could always appreciate more fun.