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"King's Claim"

by dolphinsanity

for FoxLightning on FurAffinity

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KRATHOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMB!!!

A camping enthusiast, a human named Ryan, rolled over awkwardly from his position atop his sleeping bag. He checked the time and found it was 4:27pm, only half an hour since he had finished setting up his campsite. He had on his trademark green camo shorts and a loose-fitting white tee, whose reflective properties he had appreciated during the preceding hours of hiking.

"Must've dozed off..." Ryan muttered to himself as he crawled slowly out of his tent, blinked, and looked around in search of whatever could have made that stupendous noise.

...Well, there was inky black smoke rising up beyond some of the treetops not far away. _That_could certainly have something to do with it!

Getting to his feet and taking a sip of water, he took his smaller day-backpack with him, leaving the bulk of his supplies at the campsite so that he could move quicker without exhausting himself. He did bring his first aid kit, on the off chance there was anyone or anything there he could actually help. He initially thought maybe an aircraft crash, but then recalled that it would be odd that he hadn't heard any squealing metal nor been awoken by the roar of a distressed engine.

Being somewhat familiar with this section of woods from prior camping trips, he made his way quickly across a half-mile distance before emerging onto the steep edge of a less-forested valley. Normally that valley was covered in smaller, shade-tolerant bushes and weeds. Today it was on fire.

He looked at the sight with some alarm and noticed that the blaze centered around a deeper, blackened spot on the little valley's far end. Something so hot that it looked molten was down there.

Now just curious in general, but also worried about the possibility of a forest fire, Ryan ran along the valley's upper edge to get closer to what he soon realized was an impact crater. Something meteoric had fallen there. He honestly wasn't sure if meteorites were supposed to look like this -- all golden and sludge-like, sort of burbling and shifting around within the 30' wide impact zone -- but that made him even eagerer to get close and maybe snap a few pics before it cooled.

The closer he got the more he also noticed the surrounding fires were not spreading very well. The undergrowth wasn't dense enough or dry enough, so there was a good chance it would play out without intervention. He let his gaze get distracted by that for a few extra seconds, trying to make sure he wasn't missing some spot where the flames were reaching critical mass, but it all looked fine enough to his eyes.

When Ryan refocused on the impact crater, something was different. It didn't look golden anymore, and instead there was just some sort of heavy, black-iron lumpy look to the site.

"Shoot, I didn't miss it, did I?"

Feeling adventurous, he hopped down along a more forgiving part of the slope and ran between two separated sections of the burning plants, approaching the crater. He could feel heat coming off it still and didn't want to get too close, but...

What the heck, where was the golden liquid stuff? Surely it hadn't all dried suddenly like that?

Then he heard an odd... slurping sound. Like thick liquid moving against a fibrous material. Except it was a lot of liquid... and a lot of fibrous material.

Three seconds later, Ryan noticed there was an inexplicable puddle of yellow flowing uphill toward him among the shrubs and blades of grass.

Ryan's mouth hung open. His "fight or flight" response triggered but took the third option of a frozen WTF face. His arms and legs flinched as he struggled to comprehend what he was even looking at.

A second later, without warning, the fast-moving, physics-defying liquid quadrupled its speed. It got within ten feet of Ryan as he finally started to take his first shying-away, stumbling step back toward the valley's edge. At that point the entire current seemingly punted itself off the ground, arcing toward Ryan's face and splatting wetly against it, spreading and covering his mouth, nose, and eyes, in addition to whacking him with enough force to make him lose his balance, landing on his butt and the palms of both hands.

Unsurprisingly, the goo was hot. Surprisingly, it was only about as hot as a sauna, stopping short of causing harm.

His hands were in the middle of rising from his sides in a fit of panic when the goo redirected its momenting and started rushing, specifically, into his mouth. He tried shutting his jaws around it but found its packed-in density too goopy to get through. The rest of the oncoming goo-trail was slamming into the amount that was trying to get inside his face, helping to force it through and into his throat!

Ryan's chest jolted and convulsed as his gag reflex got triggered and then blatantly ignored by the intruder, which simultaneously anchored itself within his throat and sinuses while forcing most of itself straight down his esophagus. Ryan's eyes came uncovered again at last as the straggling bits of goo slurped their way inside of him. He could feel his stomach getting full, and then almost too full... though he wasn't all that bloated. It was actually a little surprising that he wasn't inflating like a balloon given how much of the stuff had just rushed into him.

He discovered a moment later that he could still breathe, although it felt... weird, like he was inhaling over a bunch of mucus he didn't normally have, but which wasn't overly obstructive to the airflow.

The goo's heat inside him increased as the seconds passed, radiating through him. He stood up and considered trying to expel it. He... wasn't really sure how.

Glooorrp.

There was a sudden rush of pressure inside Ryan's body, followed by a gutwrenching pain that made him double over. He felt the unsettling sensation of itching inside his neck and upper back, towards the right side of his spine. Then he felt a puffy, waterlogged feeling pushing its way into every inch of him, as if the goo were expanding and permeating his entire body. He could feel a wet, oily bulge in his fingertips as he happened to brush some of them against one another.

The itchiness in his neck faded to the background... but then the main length of his neck and spine felt hot.

"Ngh... nrrrrhh...!"

The bones of his neck popped , his view jostling as the anatomy elongated upward. He felt his T-shirt's neckline press against his flesh and realized he was getting_broader_ down there too.

All over, his skin was twitching, bloating, and straining, before turning a goldenrod shade of yellow and seeming to melt like wax.

The heat in his spine expanded to other bones... and then he had the dizzying sensation of some terrible force wrenching on the base of his neck, twisting and pulling so hard that it felt like he was about to...

Krrricck-kikkikkkk!!!!

Ryan's neck and spine jolted to the left, the disorientation of it sending him briefly to one knee before he managed to rise and teeter in the opposite direction. The pressure in his neck had subsided for now, but for a scary moment it had felt like someone was yanking new bones out through his existing bones.

Then he turned and noticed the narrow mound of flesh rising up from near his right shoulder, pressing against his shirt.

Pop!!

The seams of his shirt tore as his torso barreled outward. He felt the odd strain of the bones expanding, the muscles broadening around them -- new lines of sinew enfolding the base of his neck, making it ache at first but then granting it a new and swiveling range of motion as its length subtly increased. He nearly toppled again as his right leg grew much larger without warning, the knee and thigh exploding that side of his shorts and leaving camo-patterened tatters on the ground, while that waxy golden skin tone overtook his normal color.

With every part of it above the ankle now sized as if it belonged on someone ten feet tall, Ryan's right leg was so heavy and muscular that it was hard to counterbalance. It briefly pogo-sticked him upward, before instinct told him to drop the knee to the ground to "catch himself." When he did so, his left foot reached the ground again, but his body's clunky momentum spun around the axis of his back. He might have tipped over if not for a sudden shredding of his right shoe which produced long toe-claws that jabbed into the soil, helping to anchor him as he steadied himself. What was left of that shoe felt painfully tight, but for an unknown reason the pain was waning.

Panting as the heat inside him burned even hotter, Ryan felt like he might ignite, but instead he kept changing and growing. He pressed the ground with his left hand and felt a twinge of pressure before bone and muscle alike expanded, lengthening and tightening, his sharper fingertips digging hard into the dirt. He felt a ticklish feeling in his left underarm as a leathery membrane began to form, accompanied by a tugging, throbbing ache in the fingers of that hand, causing him to release his grip on the ground.

Soil fell from the narrowing claw-tips of his fingers... and as that ache continued to pulse, he looked on in horror as his hand bent and outer fingers started to migrate down his arm, growing much longer as they did so with that membrane expanding between them. Though it looked like nonsensical melting at first, after a moment's panic he knew it was the start of a wing, a leathery one for flapping or gliding, like some ancient aerial dinosaur.

Just then, Ryan felt that mound along his right shoulder rise, a snout-like shape pressing against the canopy of his damaged shirt's fabric -- bulging against it once in confusion before temporarily receding.

Shrrrrrr...

Then it pressed up harder, twisting as a whipping length of neck grew forth violently to destroy the fabric.

SHRRRIPPPP!!

The extra head and neck came into view as if from a jack-in-the-box: shooting upright, its face not at all like Ryan's but instead that of a fierce reptile, with five prominent sets of horns sweeping backward along its sides and shorter, thorny protrusions speckling the transition between the cheek and the neck. The head's eyes were closed at first as it groggily roared, pink maw and long forked tongue revealing themselves before it casually expelled a brief puff of something that looked like a cross between golden lightning and a flamethrower. Ryan felt the heat in his body relieve itself -- only to resume building again immediately, faster than before, as his own face started to feel melty and strange, a pressure coaxing his jaws forward.

"Whathe... goin' on!?" Ryan stammered, his enunciation taking a turn for the animalistic as his newfound snout grew much too long for his tongue.

Heeey there. Good morning, said a baritone voice in Ryan's head, or is it afternoon? Pesky clouds.

Alarmed by the intrusion into his thoughts, Ryan treated them like a surprise external observer and tried to lunge forward as if to run away. That didn't work out at all, as his mismatched legs weren't cut out for the task and his bigger right leg was feeling gradually numb and hard to control, as if it had fallen asleep and he was struggling to get it past the pins-and-needles stage.

His still-human right hand grabbed at the draconic snout as it grew in quite literally before his eyes, the length of it extending into view while a reddish tint pulsed into his vision. He started to notice a glow to his body and to the hotter objects in the environment, such as the meteorite impact, and realized his vision was expanding into the infrared. Which would have been terribly awesome if not for that bone-tugging ache now starting in his right hand too...

"Wiiiiinggghhrss!!" Ryan bellowed as he fell forward onto his hands -- or what he could now call hands only by way of analogy. He could feel the bones creeping down, the leathery membrane thickening in. The ones on his left side hadn't stopped, and kept getting longer, faster as the right side joined in on the change. He felt what used to be his pinky brush along the ground before curving up and touching his left ankle, the tip of the nail threading through the weave of his intact sock, which Ryan strongly suspected wouldn't remain so for much longer.

A stinging poke from above his butt marked the start of rapid and extensive tail growth, his spine extending as if someone had given it a harsh tug that somehow produced more vertebrae and strung them down. The emerging tail-base was flanked by another from the other head's spinal column, its sensations dimmer for Ryan but not totally numbed off. Both tails emerged and thickened into long, snaking specimens of meaty muscle -- angled low to the ground, topped off at the ends by ankylosaur-like spiked clubs. As the development settled, the tails curled laterally, "Ryan's" toward him and the other toward the head at his right.

He could feel pressure building in his right foot now, the developing numbness an odd contrast to the sense of bigness and pressure that he could still feel there. He heard his shoe creak and felt the fabric of that sock shred fully as the half-transformed ankle and foot area committed to the change, bones cracking into new positions as the anatomy both grew and rearranged itself into a four-toed digitigrade configuration, suitable for lightly standing on ledges and digging claws in for anchoring. Then the wing membranes thickened and spread, and Ryan let out a half-human, half-reptile scream as he felt his fingers spindle out to more than ten times their original proportion, the grip mostly leaving them save for a lightly grabby pair of claw-tips around where the "thumb and forefinger" had originally ended.

Not the calm sort eh? said the head-voice. Guess that's fine.

The dragon-head on Ryan's right curled its way around into view, nudging at Ryan's changing face and licking it.

"_ Gruaahh? _" Ryan inquired as his tongue darted involuntarily forward, literally growing its way out of his mouth. He felt a spontaneous erotic tingle as the other head's tongue slurped once across his, before he regained enough control to furl its reptile length back inside.

Ryan's attention snapped toward the other head in reaction, and he saw a pair of beady eyes, each the color of flames around a dark reptilian pupil.

The voice in his thoughts spoke again, and this time Ryan knew intuitively that it came from the head he was seeing. The head growing out of his body on the right!

Relax~ Middle will be here soon and he'll explain everything. We're gonna be a great monster together.

It occurred to Ryan that the painful tugging sensation was returning to his spine again -- milder for now, but slowly building.

"Monsthrrr?" Ryan mumbled. He shook his head, even as the sinews of his neck snaked up further to power up the bite strength of his newly elongating jaws. He felt his growing teeth clack together as he tried to protest: "Nodda monsthrr!!"

I am not sure what you're saying! the other head thought at him cheerfully, but you're going to love your new life, just you wait~!

Ryan _ groaaaawrred _ in pain as his left leg and foot both spasmodically tightened, pressure building in them both much faster than it had for the right. Likewise, the size and length of his right arm was catching up to the left side. He felt and heard the familiar straining and popping of socks and shorts... looked down his torso and saw the last shreds of his shirt falling from his rippling, muscular monster-chest...

SHRIIIIPPPOP!!

Bye-bye shoe! Bye-bye clothes in general! His phone dropped from his pocket into the dirt, while the sidelong tug at his spine got worse. He shuddered as he felt like he might be yanked out of his body -- only for that feeling to relieve itself in an abrupt pop of bone and muscle, a third spinal column popping over to his right between him and the dragon head on his right. A head which was starting to seem not quite so tall as his dragon-ized neck heated up and slinked longer.

"Gwarrm!! Canth shtop it..."

After Ryan's neck had doubled in length, the earlier changes to his musculature seemed to instantly reiterate themselves in a new wave of growth, his neck rocketing up by a few feet to match the height of the other head.

He was followed in this change by a third head, emerging nostrils-first from that now-central new spinal column, the dragonish visage shaping itself quickly from the upward-stretching skin before flowing into existence with a moist schhlliiirck sound. Taking solid shape quickly, its maw flopped open and roared, producing a violently quivering pulse of golden energy and reverberating noise, which ended as abruptly as it had begun.

It was finally setting in for Ryan that he was turning into_King-fucking-Ghidorah_, or some monster that was such a close approximation that it might as well be. The double tail, the wings-for-arms, the now three heads and yellow body...

Good, got ourselves a host already. The middle head's voice was also a baritone, but the attitude was more suave and cunning. That he was ready and eager to hurt something dripped from his tone, as did a thread of saliva from his yawning maw.

Ryan growled softly as he snapped his huge jaws, before fussily swiveling his neck left and right as if trying to wriggle it free of some invisible net or bag. He couldn't talk right and he hated it.

His emoting paused on a groan as a much sharper jolt of sensations assaulted Ryan's groin and rear, making him feel as if someone had stuck a somehow-painless knife into him. Distracted enough to look down, he felt and watched as his groin caved into his pelvic, his still-human genitals turning pinker and softer before being tugged up into the cavernous new slit that was forming on his groin. Sensation from them remained clear and not numb at all, and he felt a hot puffiness inside as his groin's bulk seemed to shift and rearrange itself, the end of his belly smoothing down and forming a better mound for the slit. Meanwhile his buttocks tightened up and flattened, the tail anatomy sweeping lower as he acquired the morphology of a creature optimized for flight first and short foot-jaunts second.

Yes, that's shaping up quite nicely, opined the middle head. Wouldn't you say so, Right? -- Oh yes, definitely, Middle. Hmm, and I wonder what name this new Left is going to claim it has...

"Ryyrrrghrrr... gwuu aahhrr!!" said Ryan.

Middle and then Right "spoke up" to clarify: Our maws don't really... work for speech. -- Yeah, just think at us!

" Grruuaaaaaooohr!!" Ryan protested, managing to exert enough force of will to cause some upright stumbling and awkward wing-flailing from all of their limbs, partial numbness be damned.

Middle mentally sighed. No you twit, project the thought. Push it down the inside of your neck. Treat it like a snack, except it's going to us instead.

The concept sounded insane... which made Ryan that much saltier when he intuitively followed the advice and it worked perfectly. How...?

Hey, genius, welcome to the conversation, said Right. -- Great, now settle down and let me take control, continued Middle.

Ryan gwarrred. You can't do that! This is my body!

Middle and Right went back and forth in rapid-fire gang-up banter: That is highly debatable. -- Yup. -- Bet you already feel that heat inside, right? -- It's the best. -- You'll learn to love it~

I won't! I don't like that I'm going numb, either.

Merely a side effect of us claiming what belongs to us. -- Don't worry, Lefty, you'll always have your neck and head. -- Plus there's one spot we all get to enjoy. -- Then in unison: We're sure you know where.

Middle craned his head forward immediately and straight down between their legs, but Ryan kept looking around frantically at the landscape as he panicked about how to somehow "flee" from them, as if that were still possible.

I'm Ryan! I'm a human, and I-- aaaaaaaahhh-whoah-why-does-it feel so good...

Ryan didn't need to look to know what was going on there. He could tell from the tactile sensations hitting his brain that "Middle" was going to town on their slit, long tongue coaxing down the softness of its insides and teasing over their recessed cock.

The pleasure was so vivid he found himself stomping and growling, unaccustomed to having the instincts of a draconic brain bleeding over into his otherwise normal consciousness. The slurping sensations swept him away, a mental transition like going from scared to burningly horny in a matter of seconds. The human fear to which he had clung fled from him, replaced by a monster's urge to hump and dominate, and that urge was strong.

He felt great as he erected... arrogant and deserving in ways he had tried to avoid feeling as a human, as he never wanted to come off as too proud. He had the urge to thrust into his fellow head forcefully -- and only just managed to hold it back for the moment by leaning hard into the anxieties that remained: this wasn't normal, this wasn't right. He was full of some alien dragon, it was co-opting his body, he had to...

...Had to oh-fuck-it-feels-so-good.

He finally looked down, glimpsing what looked like a lewd grin at the edge of Middle's maw. The ministering head angled aside to give Ryan a proper view, while Right leaned around and licked his chops in anticipation, eyes wincing shut in pleasure every few seconds as the lick-job continued.

Their cock still had a humanoid shape, albeit grown to match the rest of him. Simply being so hung felt surreal -- it was well over a foot long with a girth like a two-liter bottle -- but that was only the beginning. As the tongue slurped and slithered along their length and under the edge of their glans, hot transformative pulses twinged within their shaft and tingled deep into their groin.

As the licks continued, the texture of their shaft changed -- soft, pointed nubs forming along its ventral side, being brushed and massaged by the ongoing tongue work. The glans lengthened, pointed -- now less of a button mushroom and more of a spade-like arrowhead. The fleshy spines got firmer, and the sensations grew, making their hips buck as growls flowed from all three of them in unison. Right got in on the effort at that point, flicking his tongue along their tip -- repeatedly teasing the frenulum and sending lapping stings of bliss down the length.

Ryan had hardly noticed the way the numbness from the right side was creeping into his left. The pleasure in his shaft had become the sensory center of his universe. When he felt himself start bucking... he realized he couldn't stop. He could only slow it a tad with effort... and it felt so good, why on earth would he want to? He deserved this pleasure! We deserve this pleasure!

Time to let loose some foreign contaminants, said Middle, breaking from their first momentary unison.-- Ohh yeah, agreed Right, we can't finish getting our dicks sorted until we've purged what's left from yours...

Ryan let out a draconic moan as the bliss grew. A violent-sounding word like "purge" shouldn't feel this good. Also:Dicks... plural? -- The two-headed reply: Heheh, you'll see~

He could feel each lick deeply into the roots of his groin. He found himself twitching the left wing periodically as an expression of pleasure, until Middle's neurological influence grew so much that the pins-and-needles feeling overtook that as well. Ryan really was losing control, but dear gods did losing it ever feel right! Struggling only served to make the contrast more powerful as those meaningless extraneous sensations faded, his sense of touch an increasingly clear and loud hum of pleasure from their raging-proud cock! He could feel his cum pooling in the base of his shaft, his nerves just a few well-placed slurps away from discarding the apparent leftover "contaminant" of his human seed.

It came out with oddly minimal fanfare, the orgasm hardly a satisfying one as a thin, itsy bitsy couple of squirts shot out over the bridge of Right's snout, before being instantly lapped up by a joint effort of him and Middle.

Ugh, human cum sucks, Middle grumbled. Not enough molten rock.

Ryan considered how small it had seemed. He knew it was a good-sized human load, but... well, it was only human, and they... yeah.

Then their shaft twinged -- pulsed -- spasmed. Rhythmically, on its own, his groin muscles contracting and relaxing as if that first emission was only a false alarm and they had now reached ejaculation proper. Only nothing was coming out. Instead, their cock was heating up and glowing orange, the flesh within the slit feeling massaged by the heat...

Then, there was a powerful "tug" from both sides, much like the sensation that had assailed Ryan's spine before. Except this time it was creating heads of a different sort, and creating both at once.

Ryan watched as this dragon-prick trifurcated into a rake-shaped set of three: one pointing ahead and the others aligned diagonally toward either side.

Ryan still felt sensations from all of those, but he_especially_ felt the left one. A fact which Middle underscored by giving it a sudden, throat-deep kiss and base-to-tip slurp.

Their new cocks were aroused, but not raging anymore. Ryan expected more stimulation, as if this might be the beginning of them giving each other some kinky three-headed blowjob.

Not that I'd want that! Ryan protested as the other two seemed to read his thoughts. Dammit, he had pushed the thought out of habit!

Pffft, said Middle, Why don't you put your tongue to work cleaning our right paw instead?

What! Ryan shot back. Why me?

Because angles and flexibility, said Right. Left licks the right foot, I lick the left foot. Middle sucks dicks, 'cause I guess that's his thing. -- Damn right it is, and if we pin any other monsters I'll suck their dicks too to prove who's the King!

Ryan had no response to that, but was distracted immediately anyway by Middle moving their body to offer the right paw up for Ryan's servicing. He licked across it, feeling the length of the extended ankle and the relatively tiny flattened portion of foot: leathery, smooth, yet firm. It wasn't really that dirty, but slurping it did things for them...

Mmm, that's it, said Middle. Getting me nice and rowdy before we grow.

Ryan blinked. Bigger? He somehow hadn't considered, but it was true. They were only a human-and-a-half tall right now... and that was much too small for one such as them.

The paw moved away from him; Right did the work of cleaning the left one. Ryan started to feel the pleasure too. They... King Ghidorah definitely had a bit of a foot kink. A literal one. Stimulation on the nerves there were making their dicks feel mega good and feisty.

The moment Right was done licking, Middle sprang them upright and into action with no further warning. First, he inhaled deeply, beat their wings, and tested their liftoff capabilities. He then made a sweeping series of rises, dives, and zig-zags followed, passing in a matter of seconds while Ryan got his first taste of wildly erratic flying.

Hey, I--WOAH! Ryan's neck whipped awkwardly around as Middle's choices kept adjusting their direction and momentum. Stooooop!! You're gonna snap me off at this rate!

The other heads gave him zero sympathy. Not a chance. -- Yeah, we yawn at explosions ; a little whiplash won't kill you.

Ryan couldn't help asking at this point: Well what happened to growing!?

Patience! -- Yeah we're getting there, duh.

Middle was swooping them toward the impact site -- then landing a moment later, stomping forward and examining meteoric iron that had formed where the stone struck the earth. He didn't say why, and Ryan's confused attempt to inquire was met with a jerkish dismissal from Middle: Uhm, that's for us to know and you to find out.

While saying that, Middle lowered his head over a portion of the meteorite, nudged its glowing-hot surface with his snout to turn it, and then opened his maw and began to "inhale" -- or maybe "charge up"? -- some sort of golden energy, as if vacuuming it along the fleshy red interior of his maw and down into his throat.

It occurred to Ryan that he hardly even felt the blazing heat as they stomped over the molten landing site, the surface feeling now more intense than pleasantly like warm sand. Ryan still had just a little sensation from their left foot in particular, but his ability to exert any control over it was muted as Middle drove.

Still, this activity left Ryan idle long enough for some of his human worries to resurface.

So, uh. I'm Ryan, the newbie reiterated, if only to fill the silence while whatever was happening... happened. Look, you can do whatever you need, but you have to let me out of here first. I'm supposed to be a human!

Ryan noticed, visually, that the impact site was rapidly cooling off as they did this. The rock surface also seemed to be undergoing some sort of rapid chemical reaction. Was that... rust? Or something else? Not that he was too sure what a meteorite containing a Ghidorah-spawning blob should end up looking like once cool, but he was pretty sure that "powdery reddish brown" wouldn't have been his first choice. As Middle _kept_drawing the power in, the ferrous surface started to crack... and started flaking away like dust, disintegrating.

At that point, Ryan felt a fresh pulse of heat inside him, starting in his part of their chest and zinging up his neck, outward into the left wing, and down into the left foot...

Those parts of him felt... full... like there was a pressure inside and expanding outward.

Oooh yeah, here goes~ said Right, as if anticipating something wonderfully fun.

Ryan felt raw power flexing within him. Making his face and neck bulge. His body -- their body, resonating. About to get much, much larger.

I've changed my mind, said Ryan more urgently, as if having forgotten he had never quite "agreed" in the first place. I need to get out of you before you do this. Please, hurry!

'Fraid we're stuck with you, insisted Middle. This is how we land in a world. Once we take a host, that's that.-- Yup. King's claim.

But--

That expanding force surged through all of them again... this time for keeps. Those worries of Ryan's blew away like chaff from a explosive blast, the urge to roar overwhelming him in unison with his fellow dragon-heads as every inch of them glowed golden orange and burgeoned with size.

Thu-bump, thu-bump. It followed their heartbeat, which was faster than before, each rhythmic moment sending their heads higher, their wings wider, their legs scotting farther apart and leaving claw-lines in the earth.

Fifteen feet. Twenty feet. Thirty. More. MORE.

The growth slowed around a hundred feet or so. Not ceasing, but reaching an odd plateau. Their color settled toward their usual, but all of them could feel the energy still crackling within. They strode toward the valley's rim -- eyes easily meeting the trees.

Thoom. Thoom. Thoom. Their feet digging into the earth. The grass teasing their soles. Middle made a point of stamping a foot in the exact place where they had transformed, crushing Ryan's tattered clothes and phone into the earth.

Ryan had thought he had felt horny that first time, but this... was causing so much more, as if the need had grown with them, and would continue to grow. They hadn't yet had... a_proper_ climax befitting the King.

One hundred ten. Twenty. Forty. Erections rising hard. A giant's lust -- mixed with the terribly essential urge to destroy.

Ryan wondered where they would go. How they would satisfy these needs. He might've thought beyond them, but they were so big as to eclipse everything else.

Right and Middle answered in tandem: Heheh... we've got a world to burn. -- Yes, but it won't do to rush off yet~

Ryan wasn't sure what they had in mind, except both of them were staring at the nearby forest and licking their jaws.

Middle jumped and beat their wings once. They landed at a height of two hundred feet amongst an old-growth part of the trees, coming in at an angle. Their feet colliding with and toppling those at the landing point, their momentum snapping the roots and letting them ride the timber down. Their arrival mashed bushes into pancakes of plant matter. They lowered their stances, their three spiny cocks coming to rest amongst the spreading leaves, limbs, and needles of the trees.

Ryan felt the plants cradling their cocks. Straining under the weight. Twigs breaking, leaves falling. Yet it was enough, with some care on their part, to provide some support. They lowered their wings forward -- spread their body wide like a dome over their chosen section of woods, and began to fuck it without an ounce of shame.

The once-human left head had no idea that outer-coursing with trees could feel so good... but when all one has is three nigh-invulnerable kaiju cocks, perhaps everything feels like a toy. Branches cracked as they ramrodded their way through the area, pine needles and soft leaves catching on their cock spines and adding to the pleasure.

As they swelled still larger to three hundred feet, they angled their body lower and started frotting the forest floor -- knocking aside logs and plumbing clear the undergrowth, tearing out roots and leaving three steadily deepening ditches in the ground. Their spines brushed between the ground and the meats of their cocks, feeling like dozens of hands rubbing against them.

As the pleasure rose, they scooted their hindquarters forward, spreading their legs as wide as possible to keep their cocks in fucking range despite their rise to four hundred feet tall. With their wingtips, they grabbed a cluster of trees and hugged them in closer (uprooting outer ones in the process), and folded their wings closer to keep their ad hoc "toy" in position. Their metaphorical wood devastated its literal counterpart: trunks cracked, limbs broke, and snapped treetops tumbled. All for their pleasure. These trees were as blades of overgrown grass before their power!

With another roar, Middle compelled them to rise larger still. Passing four hundred fifty feet, their size was nearly at its apex now, much as the pleasure was also nearing its peak. Their wingtips slammed the earth and raked gashes into it, pre soaking what remained of the abused greenery.

That vicious arrogance invaded Ryan further. As they rose from their squat, about to blow, all that was on his mind was how thoroughly they owned this place, how unstoppable they were. They were truly huge now. Apocalyptic -- as they should be.

And they were still getting just that little bit taller. Passing five hundred feet -- size and pleasure nearing their limits and ready to test what lay beyond. Their hips thrust high at a diagonal, slit and cock bases brushing over the treeline, those bits of stroking tipping them at last over the edge.

A flood of volcanic cream followed, so hot that it scalded leaves on impact and caused branches to blacken and smoulder. Steam and smoke rose, their emission bombarding the forest ahead of them with a mere taste of their destructive power. Right bellowed and exuded a breath weapon into the sky, in a move that would perhaps look like strange lightning to ones far in the distance.

Then they lowered their angle, raking between the naked, damaged trees they had fucked, letting the rest of their boiling semen spurt and drip down, dooming that part of the forest at its roots. It was all well and good. Crushable amusements like these could always grow back.

When their climax finished, they stood tall, roared in unison, and took high, powerfully stomping steps forward over the landscape, crushing foliage flat beneath their soles.

As they walked, the true armor of their body developed. The leathery-tough skin scrunched and firmed up, the ridges of their proper craggy scales at last forming all over them, giving their body numerous tiny angles that glistened or cast shadows in the waning afternoon sun as it dipped below the clouds. A collective sense of strength filled all of them, a knowledge that their body was now ready to take hits from_damn_ near anything without harm.

Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Unnoticed by any of them, Ryan's campsite was crushed beneath their right foot as they trudged through the area. The very place he had napped earlier was now no more than a divot in the shape of the ball of their draconic foot.

Over five hundred twenty feet tall, with everything_to match. Trees falling under foot. Wings casually beating, more for the amusement of knocking off leaves and limbs than out of any sense of hurry. Their laterally hooked tails flattened bushes and saplings as they went -- and broke older specimens like twigs. So effortlessly this world _broke and_squished_ beneath their might.

As they walked that path of destruction across the forest, their flaccid cocks withdrew at last into their slit, allowing them to turn their focus where it ought to be: civilization.

Far on the horizon now, they could see a city. Society loomed in the distance... and_they_ loomed in reply. They would soon see which was superior: the monster, or their soon-to-be urban playground.

* * *

The few hours that followed should have felt like unspeakable horror to Ryan, as something that was actually happening and not a mere power fantasy. It was a city familiar to him -- not his home, but not too far. If they kept traveling and destroying, there was no guarantee that his friends or loved ones wouldn't end up caught in the crossfire.

Whenever Ryan had "a human moment" and protested, the other heads assured him he would see things their way soon. They found all sorts of creative ways to ensure he was involved: flying in such a way that he had no choice but to collide with buildings, or dangling rubble in front of his face until he succumbed to the instinct to chomp at it like a toy. Each time they wielded the more powerful forms of their directed energy breath, and he couldn't help charging up alongside them; the heat inside was too much, and it needed to come out through him. Whenever he did any of these things, _ it felt good _.

Minute by minute, he could feel the corruption of their instincts seeping deeper into his mind. His plan-making faculties narrowed; his worries shrank. He already knew they were right, no matter how he might fight it. This body was_so much bigger_ than him, in more ways than one. Even one head of this monster was more than his human consciousness had any business trying to restrain, its hunger and rage beyond anything he could have imagined feeling before.

Soon, he found himself enjoying the finer things in their rampage. The shattering and crumbling of glass. The crunching sounds of asphalt and vehicles beneath their feet, echoing up to him from his position at the left side. It amused him that he could crunch a car, compact it, and swallow it with no ill effect. If anything, metal had a kind of tasty allure, no doubt tied to some nutritional oddity of which Ryan had no proper knowledge.

The screams gave him moral pause... but only for so long. After all the pathetic bullets, the inadequate weapons from the first rounds of responders... it all started to feel like a bad joke.

They were so... inferior. They really were like bugs for the squashing, their cities mere anthills that a being like themselves should feel free to topple without a second thought.

The world was a curious place, but it wasn't worth... leaving intact. It needed to be broken, smashed, razed...

And all along the way, his other heads encouraged him, reminding him all the desires and superiority he was feeling were true:

That's right... -- Keep thinking like us...

Ryan hadn't quite forgotten himself... but as he dropped an army tank from his maw and watched in amusement as it slammed nose-first onto the street and exploded as a result of its own inopportunely timed shot... he knew he wasn't part of humanity anymore. He threw his neck back in triumph and let loose the signature roar of his three-headed self. He wasn't in control, but soon enough that would be fine. He was part of the King now, and their inferiors would know their wrath.