Growth Negligence [TSR]
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A grunt escaped past his lips when he felt the waistband of his pants dig into his flesh. While normally they had some give to them to allow a fairly large range of people to wear the brand, no one on the design team for the garment could've anticipated a swelling lombax filling them out. He wriggled his thumbs beneath the tightening elastic and tugged, tearing his bottoms off down the front and providing him with some much-needed relief. Truth be told, he did enjoy taking off his clothes when Clank wasn't around.
His boxers contoured around his growing lower half, leaving nothing to the imagination as his expansion continued. It gave him a chuckle for a very good reason. Like his pants, a quick rip took care of the strained undergarments, exposing his bloating cock to the planet. He hadn't been naked outside in quite some time.
"Alright, I think I'm starting to not hate this now." Ratchet smirked, running a hand along his throbbing tool. A dollop of preseed dribbled from the tip of his turgid endowment, running down the length of his shaft in rivulets. The electrifying stimulation of the mere touch of his fingers on his crotch rocket were enough to fry his nervous system.
In an instant, his frame surged out in all directions - taller, still, making him almost the same height as his shop; wider, with his form bulging out to accommodate yet more beef; and thicker, as his both his yellow-furred chest and mountainous back ballooned the more he fondled himself.
He moaned aloud as his hand found purchase on one of his colossal pectorals, fingers trying, and failing, to dent the rock-hard flesh. It was intoxicating how good it felt, and it completely flipped his view of the predicament that he managed to find himself in. The weapon malfunction was a blessing, not a curse; he knew that now, and he wanted more.
The space beside the garage began to rapidly fill up with horny lombax, one hand still stroking his fuckmeat as it, too, bloated larger with every pulse. What was once an average member had fattened profusely, lined with pencil-thick veins that slithered along the shaft. It was paired with nascent testosterone factories that audibly churned with virile spunk, engorging on the growth energy coalescing inside of him. Blissful euphoria radiated through his form as his libido only grew stronger, creating a wicked feedback loop that encouraged more muscle mass to pile on. "If only Alister were here to see me now." Strongest lombax in the universe? That was him, now and forever more.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Ratchet continued his ascension to heights that no lombax had ever been to. What was once an impossibility was now more than reality as he'd finally crossed the threshold of being taller than his garage. In fact, he'd grown larger than the total capacity of his shop, ever expanding in every direction. He didn't want the fun to stop there.