Growing Fame

The Great Western River was a landmark that half of the kingdoms in the continent shared: it was a huge, deep, angry river that had stopped most of the attempts from great civilizations to even cross it. Its currents were strong, the water black like tar and cold as ice, monsters prowled beneath the surface in ambush for prey smaller than them, be it boats or other monsters unlucky enough to dive deep enough to meet the bigger fish of the pond. It was only when a certain kingdom invented the airship that going to the other side became a reality, sparking a great expansion to those who were clever enough to copy the first clumsy design of the airship and travel through the air above the deadly waters. Sadly, the land beyond the River was not nearly as kind as the legends had made it out to be, it was not a paradise where food grew aplenty and meek livestock grew golden wool. Though not as violent as the River, the settlers found that they needed to fight against the very land they had set food upon almost daily as monsters of all shapes and species scoured the woods, steppes and deserts beyond their homeland, even the trees fought back at times in their own way.

It was this way that the old Guilds were established, associations where brave souls could band together and provide protection to the common folk in some way. Ancient books about magic no longer needed and skills to fight against the terrors of the dark became more valuable than gold and those who could make use of them became more important than nobles... at least in the land Beyond the River. Cities grew slowly within thick stone walls, year after year, until solid footholds were built and commerce could be established, all under the protection of the Guilds and the many heroes that belonged to them.

Caleb was among the roster of the Farranac Guild of the border town of Trost, a quaint little place that had been able to find a place less plagued by annoying things like Stone golems, harpies and the occasional basilisk, mostly because the area was under the claw and wing of a cranky dragon that lived up the mountain. It was both a blessing and a curse: on one hand, lesser monsters were all that could live, bigger ones just would get chased out by a beast clad in more armour than a heavy knight, giving the Farranac Guild a less tiring job; on the other hand, there was a damn dragon up the mountain that could just make a mess of the city whenever, ignoring the walls the people had painstakingly built over nearly a decade of hard work. The young sabretooth tiger always looked up at the mountain every time he woke up, his house, bought with the fruit of his sweat and blood, was in the perfect place to see the cave in which the great beast slept his days away. It was a reminder of what he worked for and a lofty goal he had been aiming for ever since he had moved to Trost.

But today was not a day to worry about that cranky old lizard, no, today was a day to celebrate and enjoy life: one of the teams in the Guild, the one that Caleb commanded, had managed to hunt down and defeat a very annoying wyvern that had made its nest five miles away from a farm and had begun to use the cattle as snacks. Caleb had made plans, sharpened his wit and blade and fought the damn beast fair and square till he had won. His team's morale was sky-high, cheering and pumping their fists in the air as the people around them prepared a nice feast to celebrate the win, for every beast brought down was a night that the entire city spent worrying less about the next day. The tiger was the hero of the day, his team no less excited as heavy bags of coin were tossed their way, heavy with gold and silver. The local tavern was more than glad to take all of those coins for them and relieve the pressure on their shoulders with lots of fresh wyvern steaks and a few barrels of ale.

"Come on man, you should be happier!" A stocky bull slapped the Caleb's back with a hand that could crush stone, making the tiger stagger forward, his pint of cold beer spilling on the floor.

"I am, Don." Caleb smiled and slapped the bull's back twice as hard, something that somehow barely fazed the bovine or his even fuller mug of ale. "Just tired, is all." The tiger chuckled and looked at the table full of food and booze. Standing at seven feet tall, Caleb was bigger than most of the people in town, and yet he was just average amongst his team, the other guys he fought with just as big if not bigger. It was needed, when even the youngest of beasts he had to deal with was around nine feet at the very least.

"Well get some beer in that belly of yours then, nothing quite like some booze to get the energy to party all night." Don grunted, downing the rest of his drink in a couple heavy gulps, some of the ale spilling over his chiselled chest. In the warm, slightly sweaty air, the bull looked like a god of old, beefy, strong and bold.

Caleb grinned and watched, chatting and drinking heavily much like the others. The group was clearly very drunk as more than a couple lewd remarks had been made already and two guys were trying to hide the fact that they were clearly making out in a dark corner, bulging crotches rubbing against each other, not to mention all the ass grabbing and gropes thrown around. All the testosterone had to go somewhere and when it did not go to their muscles, I had little choice but to go to their lower halves. Not that anyone complained: huge, beefy, stacked hunters, half naked, pants so tight anyone could see the outlines of their asses as sweat made their muscles shine was hardly a bad sight.

There was one nagging thought that bothered him however: the realization that he had won after a hard fight, he deserved the feast, that it had been tough but that this was just but one wyvern, not even an ancient one. It was one of dozens more wandering around outside the walls of the town, each just as tough. The sabretooth tiger frowned, watching his friends enjoy their prize, coins changing hands just as fast as they had come into their pockets. He didn't want to lose them, he needed a win that was so big he could make the town safe for decades, maybe more. And that meant taking on the dragon on the mountain in every possible plan he had hatched over the years. It was not just about safety, he also craved the honour it would bring him, the legends would tell of his story for ages. He was happy with his life, sure, but he wanted more. If he could do that and keep his friends safe, while also getting famous and loved, how could he not feel that a mere wyvern was not enough? The tiger smiled, his hand reaching for a spell book he carried in his backpack, given to him by a wandering mage he had rescued a while before. Inside there were many esoteric spells that he had no interest in, all useless save for one, the one he had bought the book for in the first place.

"I'm going to get some more beer guys, you stay here and get some meat on those bones." He chuckled, heart racing madly as he prepared to put in place a plan years in the making. "Two barrels." He tossed the rest of his earnings to the barkeep who gladly had someone bring them over, money mattered little now, not when the solution to the town's problems lay in his hands.

Caleb began to carry them over to his team, one in each arm to showcase his muscles and bulk to the rest of the tavern. However, he did not immediately give them to the rowdy bunch, rather, he moved to a corner and quietly read the spell, using the wyvern's mana core to fuel the magic. It was only fair that the damn thing would help him get the strength he needed. The team cheered even louder when he poured beer in their mugs, not noticing the determined look in his face.

"Say, Gabriel, what would you do to make sure that the town was safe?"

"Oh, uhm... anything I guess." The wolf sitting beside Caleb was a monster in his own right, as tall as the tiger but bigger, muscles that could and had on occasion, bent iron rods and punched holes through a couple walls.

"Would you say that you'd offer up your strength to whoever asked and use it for a greater purpose?" Caleb's heart was pounding, his plan hinged on very carefully phrased questions.

"Sure, that's what I've been doing Caleb, I've given you my strength for years and I'll gladly offer up every bit of it till I'm ready to retire!" Gabriel chuckled, punching the tiger on his shoulder. Considering just how strong the wolf was, that punch would have made Caleb wince or at least grunt, but this time he barely moved by an inch. Too drunk to care, Gabriel went on to drink some more while his team leader smiled broadly.

Caleb grinned, the spell having taken effect the second that the wolf had agreed. He huffed, feeling his muscles pop and squirm as if he had just returned from a long day at the training ground, energy nearly too much to handle. He wanted to go and run, but his plan had just begun. The tiger sat there quietly, barely touching his drink as he ate twice as much. No one noticed, the changes were small and minuscule, but Caleb's shirt was now two sizes too small for his body, his pecs pushing it out nicely, his biceps already starting to tear the cloth. He felt... strong, stronger than he had ever been, his legs thickening as if they were tree trunks. It felt very, very good, the rush of joy for his initial success and the strength billowing under his fur was addicting. Caleb licked his lips, mentally thanking the slightly smaller wolf as the lupine's shirt looked a tad bigger and baggier than before, his back less massive, his voice less potent as he laughed. The growing hunter mewled as someone reached him from behind, grabby hands groping his pecs over and over, roaming over his swelling physique.

"Mmh, you got bigger." Bryce the stallion was one of the most open about his love for guys in the group, his appreciation for muscles nearly legendary as was his skill in handling his oversized warhammer against armoured beasts, and his equally oversized cock with anyone brave enough to take it. The horse whinned in shock and surprise as Caleb's pecs popped and tore the shirt apart just a bit. "Oh yes, definitely bigger." Bryce became bolder with his groping, his strong hands exploring every bit of his leader's body as if to commit to memory the shape of each singular muscle. Caleb huffed, enjoying the clear interest of the horse for his growing body, keeping an eye on Gabriel as he lost another couple inches in height, his shirt now several times bigger than it needed to be. The sight made the tiger's crotch swell, the thick shaft stashed inside responding to its owner's clear arousal. "Mmmh..." The stallion stud also noticed that little detail, or rather, not so little as the leather pants strained around a growing, thickening package. Strong hands cupped Caleb's groin and squeezed, making the horse whinny loudly and grow aroused by what he was feeling, his own cock throbbing against the tiger's back. "So big." Bryce licked his lips and grabbed Caleb's hand, dragging him away from the table and into one of the bedrooms in the back.

No words were said, just moaning and groaning as the two hunters kissed in the hallway, muscles flexing and relaxing, their crotches rubbing against each other, precum pooling within their pants while the seams and stiches strained to hold their contents. They barged into an open bedroom, panting heavily as clothes were tossed on the floor. Bryce's cock flopped out first, the stud's three feet of throbbing horsecock swaying in the air, looking perfect for his eight feet of height. Caleb sat on the edge of the bed, grinning, rubbing his bulge as his body kept growing.

"Will you help me keep the town safe, Bryce?" Caleb asked as the horse knelt and crawled his way over, something he had done with him more than once before. The broad nostrils bumped into Caleb's crotch and flared, taking in a deep, needy breath, making him moan and grunt with lust, his flare swelling from merely a single whiff. Bryce whinnied again, his body flush as the pleasant reek of a man, of a hunter, of a winner, made his lungs burn with passion. The three feet of cock slapping beneath his belly were forgotten for the lovely musk of the tiger. "Will you give me your strength?"

"Fuck, I'll give you anything just... just take off those pants..." Bryce was snorting the hunter's cock as if his life depended on it, his hands fumbling to get the tiger's pants down as the sheer strength of that musk made his movements sluggish and clumsy. Caleb purred as a new source of strength rushed into his body, the raw power of the horse flooding his muscles. His shirt ripped further, huge tears appearing here and there, his pants fighting bravely. "Just let me have your cock... ssssoo big..." Bryce kissed the straining bulge, nuzzling it as if he was kissing a lover.

That seemed to do the trick for the growing beast: his body swelled two inches in one go, bringing him closer to eight feet, his pecs tearing the shirt even more as he flexed his legs. The leather almost exploded when he did so, thighs as thick as tree trunks ripping through the seams like a knife through butter, bit by bit tearing his pants apart until only his crotch remained. But even that was bound to fall under the tiger's growth: one single throb of the feline's trapped cock was all it took to free it. The slab of cock sprang out, precum soaked underwear torn to shreds, the uncut monster slapping Bryce on his snout like a log. Caleb purred, ogling his thicker, longer, fatter shaft, all two and a half feet of it, as thick as his wrist, thickening still as it swelled and hardened on the horse's snout. Bryce moaned, immediately diving to lick and kiss and sniff that wonderful piece of feline cockflesh, his muscles straining to hold it while it hardened and his power flowed into the tiger as the seconds passed. With a final snap, Caleb's sack freed itself as well, the two orbs swaying beneath him, each nearly ten inches wide, growing bigger and fatter and heavier, fur slick with precum and sweat. The stallion grabbed them, his wide palms just barely able to hold one, caressing them, massaging them, feeling their growing weight as he shrunk and the tiger bloated bigger.

Caleb grabbed the shrinking horse's head and pulled him closer, his cockhead sliding inside that wide open maw with ease, hitting the back of Bryce's throat before he was even halfway down his length. The tiger purred, feeling strength come at a faster and faster pace to his body, Gabriel's presence feeling thinner as he quickly ran out of power to give him, while the stallion whose broad nares were nose sniffing his musky crotch fur still had plenty. He slowly began to hump his thrall's mouth, the absurdly thick shaft pumping in and out, cum churning inside his nuts as they kept on growing. The smell in the air had been a healthy mix of tiger and horse when they had barged in, but now all that Caleb could smell was his own scent, nothing but the potent reek of a true stud. He purred loudly, picking up the pace, his nuts slapping on Bryce's chin like small boulders, now each eleven inches wide, heavier than they looked. The stallion whinnied as best he could with his maw full of cock, his gut sloshing and growing bigger as the beast above him dumped fatter and fatter loads as if it wasn't even worthy of notice. He might have found himself shrinking faster, his maw fuller with an ever bigger cock, his gut quickly becoming oversized compared to the rest of his body. But Bryce was too busy stroking himself, his massive shaft now just barely above average for a colt like the one he was becoming. Caleb purred and roared, his muzzle creasing, baring his teeth and fangs as he held the lithe, feminine colt to his crotch and came hard.

The loud, lewd splatters of cum joining the several gallons of pre inside Bryce's gut were audible, every pump of his thirteen inch wide nuts making his entire length swell thicker, the horse's throat bulging even more. Caleb smirked and pulled back, his cock sliding out as it still shot load after load after thickening load inside the colt, until it popped out of his mouth. The sabretooth tiger murred with a pleasant shock upon seeing that his cock had not just grown almost ten inches, maybe an entire foot, but had stolen a fat flare from his thrall as well. He caressed it, feeling the fat organ swell and throb in his palm, cum splattering all over the place for a moment before he aimed it at the male kneeling before him. Bryce took it all with glee, his mouth open, letting every last shot of thick, dense cum hitting his muzzle and chest, turning him into a statue that reeked and oozed feline cum.

The team leader kept on stroking his shaft, feeling the medial ring and his far bigger and heavier nuts, the immense need to bend over the cute little cold they made him feel, the demand to cum till he was sore. But he was a man with a goal and even his newfound lust would hardly stop him, in fact... this was the perfect opportunity to use his lust to move his plan along. Before going out, he let his thrall lick his cock clean, worshipping the fat thirty nine inch log of man flesh as he stood before a mirror. Caleb flexed, every bit of clothing he had bursting as his muscles swelled, hard as steel cables, his pecs popping, looking more akin to shelves to grind whetstones with than mere mortal flesh. Turning around to admire the way his deltoids stretched and bulged his shoulders, the way his thighs and calves felt, the way every muscle group in his body seemed to breathe and grow as he breathed almost made him grab the filly behind him and have some more fun. The former stallion worshipped him with need, sniffing and cumming freely as he nuzzled the tiger's rump, his nose drawing in the bulging taint's musk as he licked the last droplets of cum off the twin cannonballs that Caleb now had for balls.

As Bryce dragged himself and his several foot wide belly to the bed, the tiger walked out, completely naked. The mere fact that he had to bend over to get through the door and that his shoulders grazed each side of the wooden frame made his shaft swell with pride and need. Just as he stepped back in the dining room, reeking of sex, with his cock out half hard, his balls slick with saliva and some leftover cum, he felt the a few more dregs of power dribble inside him. Both of the great heroes of the day that had so willingly given him over a hundred pounds of muscle, almost a foot of size to add to his cock and over a foot in height were barely enough. He needed much more than that.

"Oh well well well!" Don laughed and rushed over to slap the tiger's shoulder as he saw him return to the feast naked and reeking of sex. "Someone had fun!" The entire tavern whistled and cheered, lewd invitations thrown here and there to the brazen stud as he sauntered his stuff with no shame. Even his teammates ogled him with hunger. "How's Bryce?"

"Out, couldn't handle all of me." Caleb purred and flexed, his muscles popping as veins danced beneath the thick fur. More cheers, more staring. The tiger felt something start to trickle his way, as if the sheer lust for his body and the entire tavern's clear desire directed at him was enough to make him grow and take strength as he was. His cock throbbed, hardening till thirty two solid inches of breeding mottled pole jutted from his groin, nearly kissing his pecs.

"I bet." The bull was even more drunk than before now, openly stroking his leader's length as people stared, his callous palms teasing the tiger's thick shaft, one hand cupping his potent nuts. "I bet I could." The crowd let out a chorus of encouragement as the bull stripped naked, his muscles huge and oozing power. Don slapped his own ass and bent over on the table, spreading his legs to reveal a puffy, well-trained hole. "Come on, bet you I can take every bit you have and not cum." Caleb licked his chops and purred, enticed by the offer but far more aroused by the growth he'd go through if he stole every drop the bull had. "I'll give you free reign over me so come, stuff me chief!"

There was nothing more to be said, not that the crowd wanted any or that the two musclebound studs could be bothered to waste time talking. Caleb used a fat load of precum to lube himself up, his flare kissing the bull's tailhole as he felt the warm pucker kiss back and beckon him. He had always thought of Bryce as the team's slut, but it seemed that Don was far more skilled and experienced. He pushed forward, half of his cock sinking inside the hungry hole with little to no effort, making the tiger purr in pleasure. The bull's cock flexed and throbbed, slapping against the table as its owner grinned and mooed, flaunting both his power and his skills in pleasuring men. Caleb slapped his ass, leaving a red print and the male's rump thrumming with a hint of pain, nothing that would truly hurt but just enough to make the soft, slutty hole tighten around his flesh.

Their balls collided as the leader and star of the lewd show pulled back, his flare popping out with a lewd trickle of precum from the lightly gaping pucker before ramming his cock back in, the medial ring lewdly sliding past that puffy rim, making the bull tense and moo again, his own shaft swelling as his prostate was massaged by a shaft so thick it felt like an entire arm rearranging his guts. Caleb pulled back a second time, his flare having a little bit more trouble getting out this time, looking thicker and bigger. He was already starting to grow, having received full ownership of Don's body moments before. The bull grunted as his donut was put to the test as the immense flare strained to get in the third time around, mooing louder and almost cumming as that fat organ mashed his prostate as it popped back in and slid nearly two feet inside him. His gut bulged lewdly, the sheer size of the cock visible even through his steel abs. Don braced himself on the table, his knuckles going white as his leader truly began to breed him in front of dozens of people. The monster cock churning his insides was far bigger than anything he had taken in years, and it kept getting bigger, as if the tiger was just now getting hard, his balls crashing into his with the weight of literal boulders, making him whine and bite his lip to hold back moans of pleasure.

Caleb's hips got faster and faster as power seeped inside him, his muscles swelling visibly, packing on tens and tens of pounds, his cock thickening and lengthening inside the bull as he drank in his power with greed. More, more and more, he wanted and needed more. The sabretooth tiger roared, his head brushing the ceiling support beams as his height breached nine feet, the towering bull grunting around his third leg of a cock looking smaller. People seemed to notice something was amiss, but the sight of the tiger's immense cock and loud churning cum tanks was far more interesting. Don came as Caleb hugged him from behind and lifted his entire body up with ease, as if he was not a huge bull capable of deadlifting over two thousand pounds. And as the now nine and a half foot tall feline roared, driving his cock to the hilt inside his gut, a canine knot suddenly blossomed at the very base of that titanic shaft, twice as thick as the cock itself. At the same time, Don quickly realized that he was not a bull anymore. For a split second he saw his reflection inside the windows of the tavern: he was small, barely six feet tall, his proud muscles gone, replaced by the lean look of a young calf fresh out of high school, his booming voice more akin to a lithe whine. The mastodontic cock he had so easily taken now bulged his guts lewdly, stretching his fuzzy brown fur as his ass throbbed in pleasure from the near foot and a half wide knot locking him to the towering feline. The air reeked of sex, cum and sweat, the tiger holding him with a single arm bending down to avoid hitting his head against the ceiling. For a split second Don realized that something was wrong. Then Caleb came and every thought in his head went away, washed clean by a tide of white breeding batter.

Don's load was a meagre thing, a few thin shots of cum that splattered onto the overturned table he had held on to before, his balls less than a tenth of their former size, all their production and heft transferred to the tiger. Caleb's sack was titanic, so big it forced him to stand bowlegged, his growth clearly exponential, the three feet wide orbs groaned and churned as the first shot turned the calf's gut into a sloshing dome within seconds. Beneath him some of their teammates were kissing, licking, hugging those immense nuts, worshipping them as they thrummed, their cargo crammed inside a far too small container, sealed in by the tiger's unnatural knot. Don felt his entire body bloat, vibrating as the shaft inside him throbbed and gushed, his stomach full of cum just seconds before the familiar taste of seed graced his tongue and a thick waterfall of dense, virile, musky tiger spunk spilled from his lips and nose. And that was just the first shot, the second, third and fourth lasted nearly a minute each, quickly turning the former beefy bull into little more than a balloon that gently mooed. The knot kept them locked, meaning that even as the towering feline stopped huffing and grunting, Don was still little more than a toy stuck to him, his gut weighting him down but just barely.

As the knot deflated and the feminine-looking calf landed on his own monumental gut, the tiger's cock sliding out, inch by inch by inch, forty three inches of absurdly thick breeding flesh leaving behind a huge gaping and ruined donut, the flare alone thirty inches wide, the knot far thicker than that. But Caleb didn't care about his cock, not now, as his lust was satiated for the moment, his desire to grow was rekindled. He felt the ceiling brush against his head, his thighs as thick as the wooden beams holding the upper floor, his arms as thick as Don's legs had been before he had started. However, his team had some guys even bigger than him and one in particular was crowned as the biggest man in the land: Kamo the moose was twelve feet tall, maybe more, hardly anyone bothered to measure him, his antlers so huge he couldn't even enter the tavern nor any other establishment in the entire town. Caleb had always been jealous of him, though he was the leader of the squad, though he could command the towering moose with a wiggle of his finger, that huge male was bound to be the biggest and strongest no matter how much training the tiger did. Caleb licked his lips with hunger, looking at the confused crowd around him.

The lust was still present in the air, his musk so potent even the food smelled like his balls and cum, the floor washed by his loads as a mere step of his made the windows shake. Caleb was a beast, a portent of nature, had he had less lofty goals he'd have been done by now, but just this was not enough to take down the dragon. The crowd had realized something was wrong and so had his teammates, who looked at him with a mix of admiration and confusion. He stood there and as his back straightened he actually made the ceiling cave in a bit. The air was dense with his musk, his cock still hard, the knot gently throbbing, flare oozing cum onto the spent calf at his feet. Caleb looked at his friends, still envious of their strength a bit but sure that they'd understand who deserved it more. Within a split second he grew several inches, his head bursting through the ceiling with surprising ease as his muscles became more defined and toned. Deltoids blossomed, triceps swelling pleasantly as his back muscles became worthy of the bull they had been on before, pushing Caleb's back to broaden and straighten, his frame filling out immediately after, keeping his appearance proportional as muscle piled up constantly.

A second rush and his body bulked up greatly, tens of pounds of raw muscle, bone and flesh making him bigger and bigger as the last bits of power from his thralls petered out. Standing at nearly twelve feet tall after that lust burst, Caleb was huge and towering, maybe as big as Kamo now. The thought of taking his strength for himself was arousing, his cock throbbing madly as it gushed onto the ruined floor. But it was too slow, he had taken it too slowly, one person at a time was inefficient. Caleb frowned and pushed forward, the tavern walls shaking as the ceiling gave way to his bulk. The front wall of the building exploded as he walked out, stone and iron fittings not an ounce more effective in stopping the towering, musclebound behemoth of a tiger. Caleb took a deep breath, his pecs swelling pleasantly as he took in air, neck muscles rising as he stretched and drank in the fresh air, fuelling his bigger body.

"Chief..." Kamo was just outside, holding in his hand a barrel of beer, several others laying around him, yet the huge moose did not look even tipsy. The herbivore was immense, the antler rack majestic and noble, his muscles so thick that one could grind their weapons on them and not injure the dense pelt. And yet, for all his strength, even Kamo couldn't save the town. The moose stood up, all of his twelve feet of height put to the show as guards and onlookers rushed to see what was going on. "I see you've put on some actual muscle." He chuckled. The moose was not dumb, he knew at a glance that something big was about to happen.

"For a good cause." Caleb nodded, turning around to see the crowd forming around him: some ogled at his prodigiously huge cock and knee-high balls, the musk in the air oh so strong it hit them like a boulder rolling down a hill, some just staring and admiring his body, his muscles, the chiselled abs and valleys of his pecs. Caleb felt watched and he liked it, drinking a bit of that admiration, growing a couple inches as he forcefully stole a bit of size as his musk made them more receptive. "Too long we have waited in fear behind the walls of this town, just scraping by in between attacks by creatures too strong to completely guard against." The towering tiger grunted with anger. Some nodded despite the strong reek of cum and sex, their bitterness for their harsh lives too strong to be completely pushed away by the tiger's musk. "I want to fight back and not just defend or cower. I plan to strike so hard and fast that we'll take control of the entire region before the beasts can mount an attack but for that I need much more strength. Give it to me and I'll make good use of it." He pointed at himself and flexed: muscles thicker than most people's legs blossomed, steel beams tensing under his fur, his presence growing ten times more powerful and arousing. Some whistled again. "Give me your strength and I will take care of it by morning. Then we can finally rest and prosper."

"Finally, a leader that is not a wimp has come to this backwater hole." The moose had always been very blunt, willing to help and work under the much more charismatic sabretooth tiger since he had no interest in leading. The two had secretly been of the same mind, though Kamo lacked the wild ambition that Caleb had, he did not lack the smarts. He stood before the bulked up feline, taking a good look at him: by now the squad leader's calves were as thick as tree trunks, his pecs so wide one could sleep on them, biceps that could bend steel like straws. The air turned musky as cum spread from inside the tavern. "I think I can respect you know." The moose grunted with satisfaction. "Your little plan, it's simple, straightforward, requires nothing if not strength." Caleb grinned and shook the moose's hand, their muscles bulging immensely as they gouged each other. Kamo smiled upon seeing the tiger overpower him with ease. It was a novel sensation for sure, but a pleasant one. Never before he had been beaten by anything besides the tougher beasts in the forest. "Yeah, definitely worthy of my respect and admiration." Kamo snorted and looked at the crowd. "Everyone!" He shouted. "Give him what he needs."

There was a small, tense, pregnant pause as people pondered over the words of the two titans, each standing tall like the very same beasts that prowled the woods outside, their strength undeniable and yet they knew it to be not enough. Caleb waited with bated breath until he felt a rush of energy tickle the back of his mind, growing stronger and wilder with each passing second. He turned around and saw his team, his friends, slowly losing their hard features, shrinking before his eyes, their clothes a little looser here and there. Suddenly he groaned and huffed, his lungs burning as he swelled a foot higher, hundreds of pounds of muscle following behind, another foot. Kamo grinned and extended his hand to the fourteen foot tall beast. Caleb shook it, feeling the moose's strength quickly seep into him. The grip that could bend steel and crush the thick armour of a Wild Stone Bear grew less tight, the palm in his hand shrinking ever so slightly as he grew even more. He towered over everyone now, the moose just barely hitting his pecs as one became taller and the other smaller, the rack on that proud head less imposing and immense. Caleb greedily took it, finally able to win over the biggest hunter in the region, stealing his power, strength and mass with a smile as his cock throbbed lustfully and hosed people left and right. The slab of breeder flesh swelled too, not forgotten by his bursts of growth, the forty three inch pole stretching and fattening, all of seventy inches long, over fifteen wide without even mentioning the throbbing flare as wide as a door. His balls churned so loudly people in the back of the crowd could hear them murmur, their smell so potent the entire square the tiger was in reeked of it, fuelling the desire of the people to give more and more of their strength to the sabretooth tiger.

Caleb flexed and the air thrummed with power, his muscles so densely packed he swore he could down anything he'd find in a single punch, his calves harder than any weapon, his abs so chiselled he could grind iron tools on them and barely feel their sharpness, his upper back swelling to support arms as wide as a small tree. The tiger was still not satisfied but he was on the way to become a true behemoth. The step he took made some windows shake, people murmuring with admiration and lust, eyes following him as they sat down and watched his ass sway left and right while he headed for the gates. Kamo was still beside him, his body had been packed with so much raw power that even after giving so much to the tiger he could still be called a stud and a beast in his own right.

"What's the plan, Chief? Gonna go there and punch every monster you find?" He grinned, reaching the tiger's cock and stroking it, biting his lip as he realized that the male's cock was now harder and thicker than any of the muscles he had left. "Gonna fuck them maybe?"

"No, I'm going to go for the top dog." Caleb grabbed Kamo from the ground, the moose bleating in shock as he was made to sit on the beast's shoulder like a kid. "I'll take the dragon down, scare the hell out of every beast in the region." He grunted, ducking to avoid crashing into one of the bridges connecting the third storey of two buildings. Twenty feet tall, the tiger's mere paw could smother someone, his pec as big as a family bed, his cock taller and thicker than anyone around him, still gushing ever bigger and more virile loads onto the streets, drawing more power from the citizens by sheer admiration of his being. The gates quickly approached as Caleb's shoulder began to graze the buildings to each side, digging into the stone walls as he swelled to twenty five feet tall. "I'll be back with it by the time the sun rises." Kamo nodded, meekly waiting for the tiger to place him upon the walkways on the walls. "Be back soon."

Caleb roared and grabbed the hinges of the gates keeping the city sealed from the world and ripped them off the hinges with ease, his biceps pumping with hot blood as he tossed the thick doors into the woods, making them fly for hundreds of feet without breaking a sweat. He'd have admired his power, but he had a plan. His cock poked from the ruined gate before he did, the immense log of knotted horsecock standing proud, the tiger it was attached to following behind, his eyes aimed at the cave far up in the mountains. His paws were steady as he began to run, muscles denser than steel cables pumping hot the faster he got, endless energy rushing inside him, trees pulverized into wood chips when his body collided against them. Caleb smiled to himself, eyes locked onto the cave, remembering the plan he had made over years of careful observations and hard work, risking his life during the few periods of quiet in between monster attacks.

The cave was situated on a large clearing made from a chunk of rock that jutted out of the mountain where the dragon landed and lifted off every now and then. It was also where it slept during summer days to soak in the sun before retreating for the winter into the depths of his lair or to stare at the moon during clear night. Since it was cloudless night, there was a chance that the damn beast would show up and stretch. Caleb counted on that, if not he'd make the beast come out some other way. His claws sunk into the stone walls, climbing far faster than with any kind of equipment, chunks of rock falling behind as he left huge gashes that marked his path upwards. And as he climbed he reviewed his strategy, the layout of the dragon's lair, the positioning to use to avoid the deadly fire breath, though as big, as strong and imbued with magic as he was now, he doubted he'd be able to hide under a stone or even use the tactics planned for a regular being.

The towering feline behemoth reached the end of his journey, paws latching onto a rocky pillar and hoisting himself up. He took a deep breath as he readied himself, preparing to dash and hide in ambush to secure his victory, but fate had other plans in mind and at the same time his paws touched the cliff, his eyes met those of something big, scaly and annoyed. Caleb squeezed his fists and stared as the dragon crawled out of his hole, massive, even more so than he was at the moment, even after all the power he had accumulated. The beast was twenty five feet tall at the shoulder, almost forty feet long with the tail included, wings twice as wide, deep black scales sizzling with heat. The two would have stood eye to eye had the dragon not craned his neck higher, looking down upon Caleb with an angry, burning gaze.

The king of the land truly looked like his title: scales as big as shields covered his body, an air of aloofness that mixed incredibly well with the power oozing from every pore in his body. Caleb just about reached at his shoulders, the broad, wide, titanic shelves of the reptile's pecs and neck muscles as wide as he was, jutting forth with pride, rising and falling rhythmically. Even after all the power he had taken in, all the mass, all the strength, the tiger still paled in comparison to the raw violence of the dragon's appearance. For all the hate he had for the beast, the hunter could not help but be fascinated by him and admire his body: he felt small, diminutive though a mere half an hour before he had towered over the town walls and held someone in his palm like a kid holds a toy. Had things been different, the tiger might have had a whole other set of emptions bubbling in his heart, the same kind that Bryce had for him back in the tavern.

"How... dare you enter my domain, challenge me, Corvax, naked, unarmoured, alone... are you mocking me? A mere mortal, a pest that walks the ground and bound to it, not once in all my life has something like this happened." The dragon's nostrils billowed with smoke and embers, the air heating up wildly as his chest glowed hot red. The purple eyes stared down at him, crowned by a quartet of thick horns that truly resembled a crown fitting for a ruler. "I am a dragon, I am the king of the land upon which you crawl and yet you are here, challenging me. You insult me and my kin... I won't leave even bones behind."

The air trembled as the beast spoke and advanced a few paces, looming over Caleb like the immense danger that he was. For a moment he thought to retreat, but the power bubbling inside his chest was pushing his doubts aside: he was a hunter and he'd not back down, not now, not ever. He took a deep breath and closed his fists, charging forward, shoulders low like a boxer ready to strike. Caleb remembered what Kamo did when he fought smaller beasts, immediately diving low to avoid the wing slash that came at him. Corvax's wing muscles were akin to massive war engines, thicker than the ropes needed to arm a ballista or even a trebuchet, lashing out with far more power than what those machines unleashed at their peak. He had to remember that the dragon had six limbs, not just four, and each was dangerous in its own right. The tiger grunted and got up after sliding a dozen feet forward, his fist rising fast, meeting the dragon's chin in a devilish uppercut, the impact so strong that he felt the dragon's body quake, his knuckles aching, his muscles burning with adrenaline. He felt a rush of joy, he had hit the beast, he had managed to avoid his strike. He was worthy of being at the apex of the food chain much like the beast before him.

"Pest! You dare touch me!" Never before had anything besides another dragon touched him, much less hit his scales. The affront was far too great. Corvax roared and lunged himself now that the challenger was at swipe's range, his deadly claws cutting the air, whistling loudly. Caleb knew it'd come, he was too close for the beast to reach with his bit or swing his wings again. He grabbed the thick forelimb after dodging, his claws digging into the rock beneath as his muscles strained, twisting his body to force the beast to lose footing and fall to his side. "Argh!" Corvax fought hard, stumbling a bit as he tried to use his bulk against the advantage he had accidentally given the crafty tiger, pushing with his hindlegs to make his challenger fall. Caleb was waiting for this as well, sure that the beast would try and overpower him.

He let go and the dragon found himself propelled forward by his own strength, racing past the challenger. The tiger smiled and braced, using his shoulder to knock the dragon off his feet with a mighty push, his blood boiling as the beast fell to his side and gave him just enough time to dive in again, this time grabbing the thick tail. He grunted, every fibre of muscle in his body pushed to its limit for a split second as he began to turn around, pivoting on his feet and dragged the dragon in a lazy, somewhat slow circle before letting go, throwing the towering beast in the air and against the wall of the mountain, right above the cave. The sheer joy of that simple act made Caleb laugh and smile, his entire being radiating desire for more and more of that power, everything but his lust and greed gone as flames danced around him. The dragon roared, falling on his back as his chest glowed hot red again, craning his neck towards Caleb, his maw unloading a column of white hot fire that made the air sizzle and the stones warm up. His target was nowhere to be seen, the spot where he had been void.

"Where..." readying another blast, the dragon got on his feet, wisps of fire dancing around his teeth before his maw was forced to close, shut by a pair of biceps as thick as a tree trunk. "You vermin!" He shouted, though the scream of disgust and anger was muffled as his muzzle was kept tightly closed.

"Too slow." Caleb smirked and flexed harder, keeping that deadly maw closed as he wrapped one leg around the beast's neck and the other against one forelimb, forcing it to stay on the ground. The dragon thrashed with renewed anger, cursing mentally at the tiger as his body glowed hot. Caleb did not waste the chance he had, quickly absorbing some of his prey's power as the anger let his emotions run wild. Corvax was not used to being challenged, having stood atop the food chain for centuries, and now he was being overpowered by a mere mortal, his honour as self-proclaimed king working against him, giving the tiger all the advantage and leverage he needed to take away his power.

Beams of fire flared from the thick nostrils, unable to touch Caleb, his claws swiping and finding only the ground, the position too awkward to use his neck beyond weakly slamming him into the wall. The more he kept the beast locked tight, unable to fight back, the more he stole power and strength. He tried to take flight, but the tiger made it impossible to get enough leverage to open his wings and the prospect of throwing himself off the cliff was not alluring at all.

The tiger, latched onto the squirming serpent, grew and swelled, his body stronger as the seconds passed, his fur absorbing the qualities of the prey in his arms, harder than steel, imbued with potent magic as the fatigue from holding the beast at bay disappeared slowly. Caleb roared, his size growing at breakneck speed, swelling thirty feet within a few minutes, his arms almost thicker than his legs had been before the start of the fight, his pecs rivalling those of the dragon. He squeezed harder, drunk on this rush of power, greedily taking more and more and more, his muscles bulging madly as he grew bigger. The dragon realized it as soon as he felt himself being completely engulfed by his challenger, the arms that had struggled to keep him down now so thick he could hardly even thrash in desperation. So he trashed with immense anger, his entire body heating up, steaming as air bubbled and reached high temperatures. He could feel himself shrink, his scales lose their lustre, his muscles struggling to fight back whereas seconds before he had managed to do so much more. The mere idea that the intruder was not only fighting him, but stealing his power was not even something that the dragon could tolerate, much less the actual feeling of growing weaker.

Caleb smiled with desire that burned hotter than the dragon himself: forget about honour, forget about saving the village, in that moment there was only him, the beast and the power he was stealing from him. The rush was downright arousing, almost better than sex, his core thrumming with hunger. The dragon roared, his anger billowing as the ground almost melted underneath his body, the sheer heat unable to damage the tiger's now nigh-adamantine fur, the very same power that made him fireproof now stolen and used against him.

"The great king of the land is now beneath me..." Caleb pinned the beast underneath him as soon as he grew to forty feet tall, his muscles akin to those of a god, his sheer bulk keeping the dragon in check as he kept on squirming and cursing and pushing with all his might to get the tiger off his back. Fire escaped from his muzzle, flames licking the ground and melting small stones, though Caleb hardly felt any heat from him. He roared, his voice booming over the dragon's with ease, his lungs burning with joy and pride. Years of hard work now culminating in this single moment, his cock throbbing against the back of his prey, balls swelling and churning hard as his adrenaline was channelled into immense lust. "A small pitiful king." To say that Caleb was not absolutely drunk on the feeling of dominating the dragon would have been a flat out lie, his cock was harder than it had ever been and his nuts throbbed, oozing pre onto the beast's head as his shaft swelled to a titanic twenty four feet long, spanning his entire torso, thicker than his arms.

"Release me you bastard!" Corvax could feel the slab of cock as long as he was grind against his scales, the heat of that rod seeping into his muscles and bones. The smell spread like wildfire around them, the reek of a stud of titanic proportions, the sheer weight of the tiger's shaft, the even heavier nuts beneath it, all made the dragon desperate to get his revenge. All the strength accumulated in centuries was gone, his status dropping as he was slowly marked by a cock longer than his entire body, the new king's precum splattering onto his head and on the entrance of his cave. "You won, what else do you want from me? Humiliate me even more?"

"So you admit I'm the king?" Caleb purred as he said that, looming over the shrunken dragon. Once standing proud at twenty five feet tall, now he was closer to fifteen, barely over twenty long, smaller than his shaft was. The tiger drank in the pleasure of those words, his body shivering as he stole a few more inches to the little lizard beneath his ass, adding them to his shaft to reach an even twenty five just to spite him. "Mmmh this feels good." The towering sabretooth tiger got up on his feet, watching the ground shrink beneath him and Corvax with it until he looked at him as he had done before, but he now stood even bigger and taller. To add insult to the injury, the shadow of his cock on the dragon cast by the moon covered his entire body and then some, a lewd, dripping reminder of where the old king stood in their relationship. The dragon roared and tried to lunge forward but failed to cross the distance as Caleb grinned and shrunk him even more, bringing Corvax to a mere ten feet high at most. "Behave or you'll find yourself small enough to fit in a teacup." The titan smirked and sat down, the mountain wall trembling lightly as his ass crashed stone to rubble and his balls created small craters on the rocky outcrop. "Now come, worship your king and I might consider returning some of your former self."

Corvax looked up at the slab of cock that loomed over him, his body all but gone, muscles vanished in thin air as only the shape of his former self remained. He was thoroughly defeated and yet he couldn't help but look at the sabretooth tiger with admiration and lust, much like other dragons had looked at him ages before. The smell drew him forward, the pitter-patter of precum beads as big as his head splattering all around him a pleasant cacophony as his nose flared with need. His tongue was lolling out long before it touched the furred orbs beneath his new king, the twin spheres so titanic that he realized that he was smaller than a single one of them. Corvax raged within but the musk was oh so delicious and their taste even more so: he licked them, kissed them, his own cock stiffening, still sizeable for his diminutive form, rubbing against the adamantine surface of those small hills. The dragon could feel cum bubble beneath the surface, his mind craving it the more he licked and kissed, his once massive wings just barely able to encircle a single nut and caress it. In a way, it was a wonderful experience: the warmth, the heat, the churning, the potent stench of a true male, the way that single orb pushed back against his wings. Before he could even do anything else, Corvax felt the twin orbs rise and knock him over, flat on his back as Caleb smothered him completely. The king, the scourge of the land, was now completely gone beneath his balls, his scent marking him, his weight pinning him down, the taste of his nuts spreading on his tongue. He was dominating the dragon with such ease that he felt his cock throb and gush a bit, the forest beneath the lair bathed in a titanic load of cum that wasn't even his load, just a mere gush of raw lust.

Caleb purred gently, the rock around him trembling and shifting as his cock hardened further, the twenty five foot behemoth more than able to pierce through stone and steel, cum pouring out in an unbroken river as the dragon beneath massaged his balls with what could only be called devotion and worship. The tiger was not satisfied by merely that, his prize not big enough for his new self, he needed and deserved far more than a few licks and nuzzles. He licked his lips and grabbed the dragon in his hand after lifting his nuts, holding him up as if a toy.

"So small..." Caleb turned him around and pressed the lightly musk-drunk male to his cockhead, the immense, broad flare more than twice as wide as the entire dragon's rump, his cum pipe alone wider than his prey's cock. "Too small." He pushed and felt Corvax squirm pleasantly against his cock. The sheer difference in size was downright insane, but so was his lust for the dragon's body and the desire to dominate him even more. "It just won't do so I'll throw you a bone... in both ways." Caleb chuckled and shrank a couple of feet as the dragon in his paw began to grow back suddenly, swelling past fifteen feet in seconds, twenty and then some. Nowhere did he have the previous air of strength and nobility, just his shape and size. Corvax grinned, thinking the tiger had slipped somehow and tried to retaliate, but the grip pinning him down was still as strong. "I've given you your size, not your power, but even that is not enough." He purred harder as the dragon's rump swelled some more, his haunches bigger and wider, his pucker blossoming into a most juicy, oversized donut that twitched in the warm, musky air.

"Oh Ffffuck..." Corvax moaned as a gush of precum splattered against his taint, his gut already flooded by that single spurt. His ass felt as if on fire, so sensitive, so big, so soft... he could feel it spread his rump wide apart as his balls were bathed in tiger pre. He kept growing, a tad bigger every few seconds until his haunches were at the perfect crotch height, the fat, titanic slab of cock now resting upon his back. The weight was immense but it felt... good for some reason.

"Mmmmh, that's more like it." Caleb grabbed a handful of ass before squeezing, making the dragon moan and twitch. The reaction made the tiger smirk, guessing that the lack of power had made the former king lose some of his dominant behaviour which, coupled with his musk broke down the last barriers to his claim to the throne of the land. "Gonna make sure you're marked as my subject..."

He purred and pulled back, his cock sliding against the scales of the dragon, leaving behind a slick, wet trail of oils and precum. His flare once again kissed Corvax's rump, but this time it was just a little bit bigger, rather than several times wider. He still pushed and murred, the fat, slutty ring slowly but surely yielding way to his cock, inches spreading wider and wider in the most lewd of Os the moon had kissed with its light in eons. The tiger huffed, and gripped the dragon's haunches tightly, his muscles blooming and tightening as he pushed, pushed and pushed. Corvax's gut was already bloating with his precum, the paunch now several feet wide as it kept growing, every tiny pump of his nuts adding more and more to it until the dragon felt his gut touch the ground and his new master hadn't even shoved his flare all the way in yet. And when it popped, both males howled at the moon in pleasure and lust. The instant that the dragon's prostate was touched by that immense flare, he came, hands free, gushing wildly in front of his lair, eyes rolling back from the sheer intensity of his orgasm as Caleb pushed, using his precum as lube to slide deeper into his new toy.

Literal yards of cock were crammed inside the former king, his gut bloating even more with nearly fifteen feet of tiger breeder meat, his flare making a clear print on his scales, stretching them even wider than the already girthy shaft did. Corvax's donut closed behind the flare, hugging his master's flesh greedily as his guts churned and squeezed it with desperation, the proud dragon squirming and moaning as he was used as a plaything by the bigger stud. Caleb grew again, draining the last bits of power left in the scaly beast, his hand big enough to use him as a fleshlight, pumping him up and down the mammoth of cock jutting from his groin as his balls swayed back and forth, tens upon tens, hundreds of tonnes of cum ready to be dumped inside something warm and tight.

The dragon mewled and moaned, cumming endlessly as the tiger fed him just enough power to keep him tight and squeezing, his mouth gushing precum as his stomach reached its full capacity and yet his master had not cum. He was nothing but a pleasure instrument for the titan, his guts a wet hole to sink that mast, his mouth soon destined for cleaning and worshipping the same pole that made him such a sorry mess and yet he was still cumming, moaning and tasting feline spunk on his tongue. Caleb purred and leaned back, sitting on the rocky outcrop again, his balls cracking the very mountain as he pumped the little scaled thing on his cock, up and down, his flare bulging every inch of his body as he pulled him closer and closer to his crotch. The medial ring popped in lewdly, the wet sounds of the donut welcoming and hugging it as it slid out were a pleasant melody that marked grunts and needy moans. The rush was insane, the smell in the air so thick and strong, the sight heavenly as Caleb was forced to look around his own cock and the swollen precum balloon attached to it to look at the land he now ruled over.

The tiger howled once again, the people in town raising their heads at the mountain with looks of pride and hope as the ground quaked. Caleb's nuts churned so hard the mountain shook as they pulled taut against his taint and shrunk. He leaned back, crushing the entrance of the cave as stone was pulverized against his back muscles, fine dust rising in the air while he pulled Corvax down one last time. The dragon's mouth yawned wide open, his gullet swelling as Caleb's flare rose up higher and higher, his cum bubbling madly as jets shot up high in the air. And then his flare popped out, slipping past Corvax's lips and into the open air again, slick with precum as it swelled one last time and a thick, solid beam of cum was pumped from the depths of the king's balls into the air. It was thick, no, beyond thick, wider than a person, wider than Kamo's shoulders, tens of thousands of impossibly dense cum almost lapping the clouds before raining down onto the forest. Caleb purred and pumped his toy back and forth again, stroking himself as he came, aiming his shaft all over the place, load after load after titanic load until the trees were white and rivers of spunk flowed down the face of the mountain, a tide so dense the walls of the town beneath cracked and struggled to resist against it. The entire mountain smelled like cum and Caleb, the lewd arcs of spunk still rising in the air even after half an hour of constant orgasm, tens upon tens of thousands of gallons of mud-thick cum.

As his orgasm petered out after an hour, the new king laid back, his toy sliding off his softening cock as his gaping rump twitched around empty space, the dragon's mouth even more empty as he licked and cleaned that slab of cock. Caleb purred and looked at the sky, his body standing at the peak of the food chain, his goal finally achieved. Well... there were always other dragons and other beasts to defeat, other lands to take under his wing now... but that was for another time.