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Scorched earth surrounded the holding cell where a Hrothgar lay, slowly waking up after being knocked unconscious. The lion-maned man - known to others as Big Hoss - had unknowingly come into contact with a humanoid lizard-like tribe called the Amalj'aa, who had taken him prisoner for a reason unbeknownst to him, but with them opening the door to the cell he knew that he'd find out soon.

Through their scattered conversation he discovered that these people were taking him to be tempered by a god that they were enthralled to, a process that they'd done to many others countless times. He'd heard about the various beings that had been tempered by these primal gods - that is, having one's mind forcibly forfeited into servitude towards the deity - and he'd long hoped that he wouldn't face that same fate. As luck would have it, that's what these lizardmen had in store for him.

The idea of eternal servitude in favour of a primal beast like who this humanoid tribe worshiped wasn't high on his list of things to do that day, so he knew that he had to escape somehow. And yet he'd been surrounded by burly lizardfolk, all armed with various weapons as they took him further into the Bowl of Embers, ready to watch him become as enthralled with the god as they were. It was all that they talked about.

And that's when he saw the monster that they'd been chattering about this whole time - Ifrit. The monster was a horrifying lizard-like abomination with twisted horns that scorched the heavens, claws that could melt the strongest steel, and breath that ignited the very air around him. His vicious savagery was apparent upon one good look at him.

The terrible beast reared his ugly head, energy coalescing in his mouth which he unleashed in a mighty blast of cleansing hellfire. It engulfed Hoss to the point that he saw the embers smoldering on his gear and yet resisted, innately and unexpectedly. The flames fizzled out in a circle around him, being completely ineffectual in their attack as both he and his adventuring attire had remained in perfect working condition.

Seeing the Hrothgar unaffected by his attack left the reptilian Ifrit in a state of rage, seething through his teeth as he tried his damndest to determine just how a mortal like the felinoid could've endured his great power. His nostrils flared as he attempted to ascertain which god had already crossed paths with the man, yet the stench of another primal power was nowhere in his midst. How could this be?!

Hoss watched with bated breath as the horned beast grew riled up at his existence, soon figuring out the nature of his protection. That's when he heard the wretched creature talk about his 'abhorrent kind', as if this monster was one to speak.

And that's when he saw the Amalj'aa raise their weapons at him, visibly angered that their deity's 'blessing' hadn't been bestowed upon him and ready to rid the world of his presence. To say that he'd been unprepared for the confrontation would be an understatement, but that didn't mean that he wasn't willing to fight.

The orange-furred Hrothgar raised his battle-weathered axe in anticipation of combat. As if waiting for the moment, the primal god attacked with a swipe of its large claws, forcing him to roll out of the way if he didn't want to get hit. A line of blazing fire erupted from the mouth of the monster, nearly singeing the tuft of fur on his tail had he not ducked it at the last second. While it wasn't ideal, he had no qualms about fighting this thing alone.

With a swing of his own, Hoss struck the horned beast in a leg, the creature crying out as if in pain. While grateful that he did something, he couldn't help but think that attacking a god should be significantly harder than this was. Nevertheless, he kept up his attack, not wanting to be reduced to cinders like the area around him.

More and more he battled the primal god, each successful hit giving him confidence that he could overcome the fight. His body felt good, strong as if he'd been adventuring for years, though he chalked it up to the determination coursing through him as he pushed himself closer to victory.

Indeed, it was a hard-fought battle, but one that persistent attacking left him the winner of. He couldn't believe it - he'd taken down Ifrit! The Amalj'aa watching the fight were left stunned where they stood, frightened that their beloved deity had been bested by anyone, let alone him. He reveled in their wallowing, grateful that this current nightmare was over. Victory never felt so good.

Wait, this was the same feeling that welled up inside of him during the fight, only getting stronger, in fact. Elemental energy had remained as the final outcome of the battle, the likes of which he'd never witnessed before, and as the beast had been slain it looked for another vessel to be contained in - him.

Hoss gasped aloud as the monster's vigour enveloped him, flooding his very being with power older than entire civilizations. The feeling had him panting as his tongue lolled out of his mouth, needing to tug on the collar of his shirt to allow what little cool air was present in the area to alleviate the heat building up inside of him. He'd have never guessed that something like this would leave him so overwhelmingly hot.

And that's when it hit him - he was taken to a place called the Bowl of Embers where a fire-breathing primal beast dwelled, meaning that the energy surging inside of him consisted of elemental fire. It made sense to him, but the sweat dripping down his luscious mane indicated that he might burn alive before he could make use of any of this power.

He grunted as he undid the top buttons of his shirt, letting his thick chest fluff a chance to feel fresh air. That got him to calm down enough for the time being until he felt a peculiar sensation come from his top. Not feeling it before, his shirt definitely seemed tighter than what it used to be, and it became evidently clear as to why when he looked down and saw that the fabric had been pushed out slightly by his now-larger pectorals.

Little by little his chest continued to swell, heralding the rest of his body into growth and making his gear ever so much tighter as a result. It dawned on him as to why the elemental energy had taken to him so rapidly, remembering the exact same feeling felt in the fight. Somehow he must have been taking the primal beast's power with his attacks, siphoning the energy into him and giving him the power to persist in the battle. He gritted his teeth as the tightening sensation continued across his body.

The Amalj'aa witnessed everything that had happened before their very eyes and it left them terrified of what was going on now. Their beloved god had been vanquished by some random felinoid that had then been immersed in his power. With a cowardice that belied their appearance, they fled the scene of the battle, not once turning around to view what came next.

Hoss's eyes went wide as saucers as he observed his burgeoning body flourish in real time, the energy pouring into him swelling his form without his input. It elicited a groan out of him, though unsure of whether it to be of surprise or approval.

It actually felt good to him, however, as he didn't mind the way that his frame started filling out his attire more and more. His arms in particular now touched his sleeves no matter how he moved them, as did his legs in his pants. He didn't even have to flex them in order to accomplish that, though doing so only made the sensation greater.

The feeling of outgrowing his clothing made him aware of how thick his body was becoming, which in turn gave the remaining elemental energy more room to deluge his system. It inundated him with its might, starting a chain reaction that only forced more of the ethereal essence into his bloating form and wouldn't stop until it was all accounted for.

He eventually felt a draft along his fur, which didn't make any sense to him until he realized that his taut abs were peeking out from under the bottom of his shirt. In addition to accumulating musculature he also grew taller, which allowed for more heft to pile onto him in the process. He knew that he should be beside himself in confusion, but a part of him didn't exactly hate this happening to him.

Barely any time at all had passed since defeating Ifrit and yet Hoss's clothing had become so restrictive that it threatened to burst from its seams. He'd been so enraptured with the fact that it'd occurred at all that he didn't think to remove it before it became a problem. Tears sounded out as the material gave way, shredding to ribbons around his feet as his bulk suddenly became too much for it all to handle, leaving him exposed to the world. He let out a sigh of relief.

But it didn't stop there. Still he swelled, his orange fur covering all the beef being stuffed under his pelt with every passing second. His chest in particular had gone from defined to brawny in seemingly the blink of an eye. Arms that struggled to lift his axe at one point could now snap it in half would he want to as his fists now packed more of a punch than the weapon did.

His abs tightened into firm bricks, thick with packed beef that popped more into view as time ticked on. The ridges between them highlighted the sheer amount of muscle mass inflating them, resembling a set of hills as the peaks kept rising.

His back grew mountainous with added bulk, the bloated muscle groups benefiting from the primal energy coursing through his body. They ballooned in every direction, with his lats flaring out wide and forcing his torso to broaden out as a result, and his traps rising high and swallowing his neck. He barely had a chance to react to his rapid expansion as it happened.

The heat didn't subside as he burgeoned, instead becoming stronger. It welled up inside of him, igniting the fire that burned in his soul, which in turn fueled his arousal harder than anything else had in his life. The feeling of his immensity was intense, and it caused his fattening schlong to slap against his shredded abdominals as his libido surged. It, too, took advantage of his body's growth, blimping out thicker than his wrist is and still going.

With his cock came his balls, also bloating uncontrollably as they swelled with potent Hrothgar seed. The weight of them had him moaning in bliss, feeling them drop to his knees and take up most of the space between his legs. That was a feat in and of itself given that his quads had positively swollen in mass, easily triple what they used to be and twice as big as that when flexed. They twitched as more beef inflated them, his thighs rippling out and fighting with his orbs for room. Just the feeling of his legs rubbing against his fattened cum tanks caused a glob of pre to spurt from the head of his shaft.

With one hand gripping his leviathan pillar and the other squeezing a pec, Hoss moaned low and loud as his arousal skyrocketed. The monster's energy overwhelmed him with how strong it pummeled his spirit - how did that beast manage to stay level-headed so effortlessly?!

His fingers found purchase on one of his thick nipples, a quick twist sending a shockwave of pleasure barreling through his nervous system, forcing out more dribbles of preseed. He hissed as his libido coaxed him to continue, the stroking that his other hand started doing now picking up in speed. The fact that he couldn't encircle it one-handed like he used to only added to the lust driving his actions.

Bigger he swelled, his ascension continuing as he pumped his cock like he'd never get the chance to again. Euphoric bliss ripped up his spine the hornier that he got, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of blimping up past the largest of his kind. Hell, his physique now looked bigger than most other creatures that he'd seen!

It was the feeling of expanding wider that really got him going, not used to the utter enormity that his back had become. Every movement of his arms undulated the hilly muscle mass this way and that, bunching his bulk and stimulating him further. It was almost like every part of him had grown more sensitive since growing colossal, and he was ready to take full advantage of that.

His head started feeling his musculature rise around it, both his traps rising closer to his ears and his pecs jutting out greatly from his chest. The massive amount of heft ruffled his mane, matting due to the sweat produced from his bulk. It began to be too much for him to handle and he knew right away that he wouldn't last much longer.

One last pump of his hand was all that was needed for Hoss to begin draining his balls. His cumpipe bulged with leonine spunk, shooting out from the tip of his dick like the lewdest firehose. It showered the area in front of him with virile jizz, the land covered by something other than ash and soot. His massive cum tanks relieved that the pressure in them quickly evaporated.

Just as soon as it started it was over, leaving the Hrothgar a panting mess as he surveyed his eruption. Potent seed covered the ground where the fight commenced, his clothing in tatters as it soaked in his masculine ballbatter. The Bowl of Embers might need a new name if he got the chance to paint the landscape like this.

In the midst of the mess that he made was something that stuck out to him, sizzling the cum off of its surface, letting it shine brightly once it became exposed to the air again. It intrigued him enough that he bent down to check it out, an act genuinely difficult to do given the inconceivable amount of beef that he'd accumulated in such a short while.

It was a fire crystal, likely dropped when the primal beast vapourized, and also likely tied to the power that entered him earlier. He could feel it resonate with the essence that he absorbed, glowing the nearer that it got to him. It also had the side effect of activating his libido once more, much to his surprise.

If only the Amalj'aa could see him now; he'd give them a proper thank you for their generous gift.