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Space - an endless expanse of emptiness that housed seemingly nothing and everything all at once. Its abyssal vastness might seem unfathomable to cross for some, but to others it was a breeze if they knew what they were looking for.

Avocato usually landed in that second camp given his general propensity for space navigation, but hunting for the location of this one specific planet had him stumped. Being so far away from H.U.E. and the others meant that he only had general coordinates to work with for this part of the universe, but that wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with before. He was used to working on a wing and a prayer.

That didn't make the task any less tedious, however. He kept his eyes peeled for any sign of the celestial body, but he couldn't stop them from glazing over the endless ocean of void that lay before him. It might've been enough to put him to sleep had the radar not picked up something in his vicinity. Yes, now he was in business!

And the view of the planet itself showed that business was good. Lush tropics covered every part of the globe that he gazed upon, not an empty space in sight. It'd been a hot minute since he'd been on a planet this exotic, and truth be told he kind of really missed it. Not seeing an immediate landing spot was a bit of an annoyance, though.

He scoured the surface of the planet, searching for a suitable place to park his craft. Entire square kilometers around him absolutely teemed with nothing but plant life. It was rather remarkable that such a planet existed, he figured, given how war-ravaged a lot of quadrants in space were, and yet this one appeared relatively untouched by any battles. Several minutes of looking eventually paid off as he discovered a gap in the treeline, allowing him to manoeuvre through the canopy and settle on the tiny expanse below.

The clearing that he landed in seemed peaceful at first glance, with not a sound being made other than what he did himself. Foliage both tall and wide were still - a welcome sight, though one not taken for granted. He'd been in this position many times in the past. Danger could be lurking behind every bush, so he needed to stay on his toes.

Huh, he figured that there'd at least be something interested in the noise he'd just produced, but nothing cared to sate its curiosity. While grateful, he found that a tad strange as that was usually what the denizens of any planet that he found himself on would normally do. It was certainly a welcome reprieve, that's for sure.

Why was he even here again? Oh yeah - the Team Squad said something about needing crystals from this planet and he happened to be in the area, which meant that he had the unfortunate task of collecting as many as were requested and bringing them back to the ship. Ugh, this was just supposed to be a peaceful solo mission without any diversions.

Regardless, he wasn't about to protest any call to action from his crew - if they thought that these crystals were important, then he'd go get them. Hmm, if only he knew what they looked like, then he'd have a much better shot at completing his task. Also it would've been nice to know where on the planet they were located. The jungle was so dense with greenery that he'd need to cut his way through, but he didn't even have a clue where to begin. Although, that mountain jutting out from the ground did look like a promising place to start...

Armed with only an idea and a vague sense of direction, Avocato set out in search of his quarry. A blade that he brought with him made quick work of the vegetation, hacking and slashing a path out in front of him that would bring him that much closer with every step. It was hard work, but nothing that he wasn't used to. All he'd have to do was make it to that mountaintop and he'd be able to scout out the crystals no problem.

Only he didn't have to do that at all as he accidentally stumbled across a field of them. Huh. He hadn't expected them to be lying out in the open like that, but he wasn't about to argue with his unexpected stroke of luck. He instead counted it as a blessing that he bumped into them so close to his ship; it'd make hauling the load off this planet a hell of a lot easier.

There was just one problem with the gems - some of these were huge! And they were plentiful, which didn't spell great things for him in regards to completing his goal. He hemmed and hawed as he contemplated the best course of action, his eyes widening when he noticed a few of them were actually on the small side. Score, he could start with those! It took him no time at all to grab them and chuck them in the bag on his back.

Unbeknownst to him, the crystals in his hands had begun glowing as he crammed them in his pack, likely a result from having been disturbed, the reason why would still have been a mystery to him. Regardless he continued shoving as many into his bag as he could manage, hoping that would be more than enough in a best-case scenario. If he only needed to snag one he'd be thoroughly annoyed.

There may or may not be any documentation out there describing the explanation for the glowing crystals, but they only did as such for a very specific purpose. The radiant gleam emanating from the solid body of minerals was a reaction solely caused through contact with mammalian species, with all across the universe applicable. The thing was they didn't activate very often - if ever - given the remote nature of the planet; there were absolutely native species that interacted these crystals on a fairly regular basis - not that they would now with all the commotion currently in the area - it was just they were anything but mammals, so the gems remained inert.

But not now. Any that were handled glittered to life, illuminating his bag were he to actually look and notice it. Anyone that watched him as he worked would observe the phenomenon, but they likely wouldn't want anything to do with the tough-looking Ventrexian.

And as for what the crystals did? The glowing was an indication of a latent power they all possessed, one that materialized on his frame. It was slight, but trace amounts of muscle mass had been added to his body, maybe a few pounds in total. This was the true nature of these gems, though it wasn't enough of a change for him to actually notice.

That allowed Avocato's musculature to burgeon undetected. Parts of his body were already exposed to the air around him, though the parts that weren't were clothed in battle gear that had some give to it. That got his arms to develop genuine biceps unseen, his chest to cultivate pecs past basic definition, and his legs to beef up and ripple away any fat that might've accumulated there in the first place. His climbing weight would go unnoticed.

The one thing he did catch was that the crystals seemed a little less of a burden, with him being able to heft a few bigger pieces without any assumed trouble. It got him to scoff, ultimately chalking it up to getting used to how these mineral formations felt in his hands.

His pack wasn't even anywhere close to maximum capacity, either. Gem after gem got wedged in, the jostling from every new entrant shaking the sack and causing the ones already in there to settle, providing more room to collect. Each new one took up more space than the last couple did, slowly filling up the bag with glowing crystals that focused their energy onto the Ventrexian, with him being none the wiser.

All the while his body continued growing. Pecs that had grown a little bit beefy had now become totally epic, billowing out of his vest slightly as it pushed the material further than it ever had before. They curved with piled-on bulk that started forcing the material of his top to contour around them. The last time that something like that happened was when he accidentally slipped on a shirt he wore from his youth, though the discovery wouldn't be as immediate. He was far too engrossed in his work.

It gave him the strength to hoist even bigger crystals, ones that seemed too solid to budge when he first got there. He had to admit he was surprised that he was pulling it off so effortlessly. A quick wick of sweat from his brow was all that was necessary to keep him moving.

Had Avocato's mind been even the tiniest bit distracted, he might've noticed how his musculature seemed to rub against itself now, yet fatigue kept any possible interruption at bay while he toiled. More and more his physique flourished as a result of the gems' power, bands of corded muscle piling on his frame as the seconds ticked forward. Barely any time at all had passed before he started appearing like he actively worked to hone his body.

His heaving chest visibly rose and fell with every breath, the sweat produced from exertion lubricating the fabric of his vest, allowing it to effortlessly slide along the growing slabs of beef. The same was said of his gauntlets, which didn't seem affected by his swelling forearms in the slightest. In fact, his entire upper body had enough latent give in its attire that it would have lasted quite a bit before rupturing.

The fabric of his leggings told a different story as they weren't so forgiving with accommodating his bloating beef. Legs that bulged with swollen power filled out his pants like they'd been contending with gravity that had suddenly tripled. The individual muscles that made up his lower body could be recognized as the material stretched thin and looked practically painted on.

Realization of his developing condition came in the form of some rips that formed in his pants, the first instance that something was amiss. It caused him to stop dead in his tracks, in a bit of an uncompromising position given his bent-over stance. He didn't know where the sound initially came from, but soon found the answer when he crouched even lower and heard the tears multiply. Wait, what was going on?!

He stood up immediately after and inspected the damage, feeling right away that his ass had positively multiplied in size and torn the entire back of his pants open without even trying. A similar discovery was made along his legs, where his bulging quads had burst the fabric open on both the inner and outer parts of his thighs. It bugged his eyes as wide as saucers when he learned of this revelation. How could this have happened, and why now?!

Any slight movement induced new rips to form, his burgeoning bulk bursting forth from every seam. He was beside himself in alarm as he watched his leggings be torn to shreds from his own bloating form. His mind raced for answers, ultimately coming up with none. The only thing that his body focused on was the unrelenting panic rushing through him as he observed his growth continuing unabated.

In a brief matter of moments his bottoms had exploded in a display of vulgar masculinity as his shredded quads turned the material into a sprinkling of confetti that lay in heaps around his feet. That left him naked in an instant, his cheeks burning red despite there not being anyone around to witness this. Well, not anyone he knew, that was.

That was when his vest started giving him issues, becoming too constricting around his chest for his liking. It drew his attention to his pectorals, which is when he saw the oversized mounds of heft that they'd become, his jaw agape as he watched them surge before his very eyes. The rate was steady, which perplexed him more than anything. What could be the cause of this?

He didn't have the chance to wait around and ponder the answer as tears snaked their way along his top, following along the seams. The utility belt wrapped around his torso strained as well, tightening as it began failing to encompass the musculature held within it, wedging in between his growing pecs and contributing to the strain of his vest. Crap, he didn't have the time to remove anything!

To his complete surprise, it was his gauntlets that gave up the ghost next. They'd cracked down along the undersides, unable to deal with the mounting pressure caused by his brawny forearms. It gave him a perfect view to observe his growth as muscles that he'd never really thought of much before now bunched up greatly as he flexed them. It amazed him that their widths were the size of what his biceps used to be like.

His preoccupation led him to miss his vest tearing along his back, the rip violently traveling from his swelling neck downward. The alleviation in pressure caused it and the sash to fall unceremoniously to the ground, adding to the growing pile of ragged fabric scraps that used to be his clothing. They were followed by both his shoulder and knee pads popping off with nothing left to hold them in place, then by his boots rupturing from his tremendous calves making their lives hell.

And just like that Avocato was fully in the nude, bulging all over with beef with no signs of slowing down. His heart nearly beat out of his chest at the rapid series of developments. He was frozen in place as he viewed how his body's expansion persisted, only his fingers twitching in the end.

It was only after a few moments that he realized he was actually alright. His racing pulse started to slow after a quick examination, revealing no major problems with his body, other than the very strange one still taking place. It struck him as particularly odd given that he'd likely accepted at least a hundred pounds of muscle mass in such a short amount of time, yet his frame hadn't protested the increase in weight at all. He didn't know much about his physiology, but if he had to hazard a guess, he'd probably wager that something about his bone density changed to accommodate for all his newly gained beef.

His previously stunned demeanour led his sack to fall to the ground, brimming with glowing crystals that didn't seem to dim no matter what. He was far too engrossed with his own body to notice the gems, though he likely wouldn't anyway given how the bag fell away from him. The sight of his chest still growing in spite of already shredding his top befuddled him, and yet he couldn't peel his eyes away no matter how hard he tried.

His expansion didn't stop there as his back - now open to the world - cultivated mass as quickly as his front did. The mounds of meat that each group of muscle had become swelled as the rest of him did, the difference in height between their peaks and the valleys between them only increased as time marched on. It got to the point where he could feel them rub against one another when he moved his arms in certain ways, the stimulation surprisingly not unwelcome. Uh, this wasn't what he expected to feel that day, but he certainly didn't hate it.

It was all so much for him to take in. His hands meandered down his sides, feeling up how shredded his obliques had gotten, before finding purchase on his ballooning ass cheeks, the sensation of their present disposition utterly alien to him. He wouldn't lie and say that he hadn't checked out his fellow Ventrexians in the showers back when he was still a general in the military, so he knew his kind was capable of having a juicy ass. What he couldn't believe was that he was now in possession of one himself. He tensed it in his grasp, his fingers feeling the dimples as the globes continued to grow. They'd gotten so thick that someone could bounce a coin off of them with how firm they were.

And the way his legs smashed into one another had him feeling things that he didn't know were possible. Both of his thighs fought for what little room there was remaining between his legs, needing to adjust his stance in order for more stack onto his already swollen limbs. It had the effect of plumping up his cubmaker - admittedly large before, but on a whole other level now. The unceasing growth pummeling him had gone and bloated it up as well, making him thankful that it matched his bulging form.

He huffed as he took all the changes in, fear surrounding his condition diminishing while his curiosity crept skyward. Since he didn't appear to be injured in any capacity, would it hurt to examine himself a bit more intimately? An acquaintance of his would tell him it would not, and he'd be inclined to agree.

With his hands currently exploring over his bloated physique, Avocato let himself lean against one of the larger crystals in the area, one jutting out of the ground with its end buried out of sight. Heh, his pecs were a far cry away from 'epic' now; they'd probably be referred to as 'impossible' or 'legendary' if someone were to see them now. Even just hefting them with his hands got him thinking of other things to call them, noting how little his appendages could even cover his sinewy bulk.

It was then that the crystal began to glow on account of the Ventrexian's contact with it, making him jump away in surprise when he saw the light magnify in intensity. He didn't know what to make of it until he remembered the ones in his bag. Sure enough, he easily verified that they, too, were glowing when he looked at the ones stored in his pack. That was what caused all of this to happen to him; it all made sense now! Okay, not really, but still.

But it foisted a new thought into his head - if those little crystals combined got him this big, then what would the larger one do to him? The thought both terrified and excited him, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he found out the answer.

Which was far faster than he initially anticipated when he felt his body bloat out all over, his frame heaving with every pound of added bulk. Wait, did all of them activate that quickly? That must've meant those smaller ones were working their magic as soon as he gathered them. Also, these had been laying in the dirt for who knew how long - how have they been dormant this whole time? Questions kept piling up in his head the more that he thought about the logistics of these mineral formations, completely forgetting his inflating form.

Not a single one of his dimensions had been left behind as he grew, most remarkable being that he was getting wider. He'd have thought that his frame would've been set in stone, and yet here he was, his cannonball-like shoulders broadening out as dozens of pounds of dense heft piled onto him out of nowhere. It helped his back a ton, allowing it to take on yet more beef as he surged in every direction - his traps rising up his neck and his lats giving him a wingspan no Ventrexian ever had, no matter how muscular they were.

Goddamn, it all felt good. He couldn't stop himself from letting his inhibitions go and feeling his throbbing endowment for himself, his fingers gently stroking his fuckmeat as his breathing grew laboured. Too long he'd been pent up on the ship and it showed, the tip of his crotch rocket dribbling down copious amounts of preseed that slickened his grip and coated his fingers. A satisfied sigh left his lips as he fondled his tremendous member; yeah, he needed this.

He let himself fall back on the crystal, his height now close to reaching the gem's without realizing it. The allure of letting off some steam became too much for him to ignore, leaving him to miss how his body swelled wider than the mineral formation itself. A quick roll of his shoulders made him aware of that fact, blown away that a size such as the one he had now was even possible. It thrilled him to his core.

Avocato let one hand wander over his burgeoning musculature, a groan rumbling in his throat in reaction. He snorted his pleasure at feeling his enormity swell in real time. Already his over-stimulated nerves had him thinking of how much he actually enjoyed this. His dark-teal-furred body had never looked so good, in his mind, and it continued to get even better the bigger he swelled. No one would want to stand up to him now.

With every inch that bloated out his muscles, there was another inch that creaked his frame skyward. Barely any time had passed before the tips of his ears approached the top of the crystal, only to shoot past it entirely as his ascension persisted. The additional weight of the Ventrexian actually had another effect on the crystal as close to half a ton of masculine bulk began pushing the gem out of place, digging it out of the ground completely. A quick spurt of growth ensured that to happen, sending him careening into the one next to it, initializing its activation.

That caught his attention knowing what a single one of those large crystals could accomplish. He'd already grown over twice his height in such a short amount of time, and he knew for sure that having this similarly-sized gem switched on would only compound the effects. It caused his cock to belch forth a healthy dollop of pre at the thought.

He wouldn't have to wait very long to see the results. Soon after touching the gem it started to glow, releasing the energy stored inside of it and sending it directly into him without warning. Not that he wanted one as the increase in manly essence only turned him on more, exciting him as his body absorbed everything given to him. To think a planet with these kinds of capabilities was hidden to most people and he was the one lucky enough to find it.

More and more wondrous vigour welled up in his very soul, supplying his growth with nourishing fuel to keep his bulk swelling bigger than he previously thought possible. The feeling of expanding so much was intoxicating, and he couldn't get enough! He felt it to be a bit embarrassing at how much he loved this, but he quickly pushed that to the side as he focused on his flourishing physique.

The gems soon grew to be no match for the behemothian felinoid, both of them having now given way to his indomitable bulk. It elicited a growl of approval out of him as he expanded even further. Having so much weight on his frame wouldn't have been anywhere close to a blessing had he not gotten the strength necessary to carry it all, the feeling of which constantly pulsing ecstatic bliss through his system. Were he like this a couple decades ago, the Tryvuulians wouldn't have stood a chance.

Feeling his orbs fatten along his inner thighs got him oozing out yet more pre as they churned up virile ballbatter eager to be unleashed upon this planet. But his body wasn't ready for that just yet; the sensations building up inside him wouldn't cease for some time, if ever, and it had his arousal playing catch-up. That was more than alright with him - it gave him time to enjoy his skyrocketing libido in full.

His soaring horniness had him inadvertently slam his back into a tree, a sturdy one similar to the ones he saw when he landed, likely having endured in that spot for eons now. It tickled him knowing how large those were in every dimension and how his own monstrous trunk had just surpassed it by doing nothing. Even his legs gained on the width of all the flora that towered over him, soon about to eclipse it too.

Well, they only towered over him for so long. Breaking his focus were intense beams of light from the sun that hung overhead, the last vestiges of which being seen when he first landed. He needed a hand to shield himself from the overwhelming brightness of it all, momentarily distracting him from his task at hand, but it got him realizing just how far he'd come in such a short amount of time. The knowledge of his immense growth put a lascivious grin on his face.

Several satisfied grunts blasted from Avocato's mouth as he fondled his incredible bulk, the fingers on his free hand finding purchase on a fat nipple. He moaned and snorted his approval as he twisted his nip this way and that, his breathing becoming staggered as he played with himself like the radio dial in his ship. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth as the pleasure radiated throughout his form, more than he would've felt in whole lifetimes at his regular size.

His hips pumped his cock through his rough hand, his body naturally helping get itself off in the only way it knew how. It was orgasmic in and of itself. Slick with his own juices, his fingers glided along the pulsating mass, veins throbbing as blood continued to rush to his crotch. Man, he couldn't even get his hand around it anymore! Just that one fact egged him on more than anything else thus far, even more than his pedigree of being a model of a Ventrexian major-general. Shit, he wished he knew about this ages ago now.

The way his back casually destroyed the branches of a tree that used to weigh magnitudes more than he did had him moaning loudly, deep in his chest. His pectorals heaved above the canopy, their combined tonnage disturbing the stillness of the trees beside him as they crashed through the tops. He couldn't believe just how much of him there was now.

His swollen testosterone factories had grown pendulous in his ascension, absolute kneeknockers that swung violently with every buck of his hips. They supplied a copious volume of precum that splattered to the ground below, now enough to cover the forest floor in the translucent fluid when his whole output before would be nothing but a dribble.

In the throes of pleasure, he failed to realize that his ever-increasing weight wouldn't be supported by the tree for much longer. That sent him hurtling to the ground, his titanic ass cratering the dirt floor as his tail whipped behind him. The slam that sounded out for miles around him was unlike anything that he'd ever heard in his life, and it showed just how much impact his overmuscled body now possessed. It made him want to keep going, to see how far he could take this.

To his surprise, his head remained above the treeline, able to see a lot of the surrounding area without problem. It was soon followed by his chest, peaking over the tops of the trees once more as it jutted out profusely in front of him, his pectorals unlike anything he'd previously seen on a person, even proportionally!

It pushed his arousal further as he gripped one of his chest boulders and felt how little of it could be held by one hand. The sight of a veritable carpet of white fur growing in between them also had him intrigued, not being particularly hairy in general. He used his hand to trace it as far as it went, his fingers trailing from his prodigious pecs, over his taut wall of abdominals, down to the base of his monolithic pillar. It was thicker than the rest of his fur, just about comparatively as dense as the woods around him. He didn't realize his masculinity could manifest in such a way.

But the proximity of his hand to his girthy hog had him back to two-handing it, enthralled how even that wasn't enough to cover the surface area anymore. He'd heard people be called tripods before - with his own dong being referred to as a 'third leg' in the past - but now that was objectively true. The staggering amount of latent energy being absorbed with every passing second had his pole throbbing thicker as his heart beat blood to it. The urge to slather his tongue all over it grew the longer that he viewed its impossible rise, though all the chest meat in the way might make that rather difficult.

But man, what a sight for the ages! Avocato's mind was awash with a mixture of various emotions, the strongest of which thrilled at how much of him there was to ogle now. He felt a giddiness rush through him as his pecs rose right into view, the vigour coalescing inside him unable to force him taller and therefore needing to accumulate mass wherever it could. Not that he had an issue with that.

And while he couldn't see them, he could certainly appreciate how his legs positively swelled from the power gifted to him from the crystals. Each one was significantly thicker than the trees surrounding him, absolutely dwarfing the flora in immensity as he bloated bigger. He couldn't get enough of how they mashed together no matter how huge his frame widened. There was so much of him to enjoy now, so much to provide a constant stream of pleasure to strengthen his libido.

The feeling wasn't lost when he focused on his back either. It'd grown mountainous as he surged in all directions, a single one of his muscle groups easily bigger than any personal craft that he'd flown before. He grunted as he rolled his shoulders, feeling how his bulk pressed against itself and loving it. His traps all but swallowed his neck - compounding with his burgeoning pecs to lock his head in place - while his lats jutted out wide, practically giving a runway to land on in and of itself.

At times it was difficult to feel where he began and ended given how overly sensitive pretty much every part of his body had become. He'd turned into a writhing ball of Ventrexian beef, the pleasure centre of his brain activated by his colossal size as he worked to feel every single part of himself up, an act growing increasingly tough as his megatonnage prevented a lot of lateral movement. That only pushed him further.

Unbeknownst to him - and why would he notice given his enormity? - the remaining crystals in the field had all since been activated by his inflating bulk while he grew, each one ramping up their brightness in intensity until they matched the ones already at full illumination. The sheer size of some of them had him whistling in awe before, but now they couldn't possibly compare to the awesome visage of the gargantuan felinoid. It took a few moments for them to fully wind up, but when they did, they laid down all the power trapped within them and directed it all at him without anything running interference.

If he thought the previous growth spurts were something to behold, then he hadn't seen anything yet. His massive stompers shifted as he adjusted his posture yet again, both his ballooning quads and his leviathan package needed somewhere to grow, his over-productive balls actually now resting on his gigantic limbs thanks to how little space there was for them. All the while a perpetual stream of preseed drooled from the head of his mammothian obelisk, the cumslit likely able to take in the vessel he arrived with completely.

The treetops now only reached the base of his pecs, the enormous slabs of beef now magnitudes larger than what the mountain was. He couldn't even see much past them anymore, too much of his own heft was in the way to pull that off. It enticed him to get a closer look at his immeasurable musculature, flexing his chest as much as he could, pushing it tantalizingly close to his muzzle. Oh man, so close, yet so far...

That was enough for Avocato to lose himself in his growth. The sheer pleasure pulsating through his monumental prick radiated through his form faster than his heart could beat, coaxing needy moans to lumber from his throat. Every part of him begged to get bigger, the crystals not working fast enough for his liking anymore. Growing was all he desired.

He could feel his tremendous ass push away trees as it surged huger in every direction, his globular cheeks creating divots in the ground that they filled with their immensity. His tail whipped violently against his ass as the twin hunks of meat utterly dominated the landscape behind him. They undulated as he tensed up, flexing as enthusiasm for expansion consumed him. The planet might not be big enough for him in the end.

The feeling of having his arms not even be able to rest at his sides was indescribable. They stayed at forty-five-degree angles, powerless to move beyond that no matter how hard he tried. He reveled in his unfathomable bulk, his hands roaming around it and taking in everything they felt up, experiencing some things for the first time as parts of him swelled past where they were mere moments ago. And that was perfect for him; the bigger he got, the better.

All this eagerness for growth had his hands stuck out in front of him, wrestling with a cock practically as big as he was, wanting to finally get his rocks off. He mashed it against his sweaty pecs, the tumescent flesh cannon craving release. Orbs as large as asteroids fueled his arousal with more than a lake's worth of ballbatter ready to jettison out onto the forest around him. Heh, he continued calling it a forest, but at this point it barely registered as grass to him.

The way the leaves of the trees brushed against his vastness got him gasping, spurting off another globule of precum that coated the tops of trees with the substance. He barely had to do anything to tickle his libido at this point but sit there and let the surrounding area take care of him. It was unlike any other time he'd jerked himself off, even in the Ventrexian communal showers when he had one of his privates take care of his privates. Those were the days.

But even that couldn't top this. Having a leviathan hog heavier than most space cruisers got him to a whole other level of horny, one that would only stop with the mother of all eruptions. He wanted it - he so badly wanted it. At this point he knew it was all but inevitable, but his desire to have it happen sooner fueled his motions. His heart beat out of his chest as he stroked his schlong as best he could, the monolithic pillar doing its best impression of a volcano. It'd certainly beat out any in the area, he knew that for a fact.

It must've been his own sexual energy mixing with the power of the crystals, but whatever combination that took place inside of him resulted in him positively exploding in size one last time. Well past the range of the mountain he initially used as a landmark, he surged higher and higher into the sky, seeing more of the planet than he did while aboard his ship. He didn't even know where he parked anymore, but he had a feeling that he'd discover his ship crushed under his mass soon enough.

He'd become absolutely colossal, his back alone had grown continental. There wasn't any possible way for any landmass that he'd come across to compare to him now, including some of the most treacherous that he had to climb while in the military. Lats far steeper to scale than many cliff faces he'd crossed in his life utterly monopolized his back with how wide he'd become now, easily enough to park an entire fleet of ships on and still leave room for them to manoeuvre around. His traps, too, commanded respect as they rose high above his head, ending up as the tallest thing on his body. He felt powerful enough to take on a titan! Probably. Maybe. Okay, he, uh, might still need quite a bit of help in that regard...

And what could be said of his titanic tool? The thing protruded from his nether region like a spire that ancient civilizations would worship, an idea that he didn't hate as more hands to help would only bring about his orgasm faster. His own were nowhere near enough to handle his leviathan schlong, each one barely able to cover a fraction of his indomitable endowment. That didn't stop him trying, nor did it stop the euphoric bliss from pummeling his very soul, enticing him to stroke harder. Even the times they crashed into his roiling balls only made him hornier.

Just about the only vocalizations that Avocato could make were needy moans and grunts, doing everything in his power to bring himself to climax despite his own body making things hard for him. He pushed himself to his limits, his hands moving at comparatively blazing speeds along his throbbing cubmaker, fingers dancing along veins as big as rivers that snaked across the flesh like roads on the world's lewdest map. He was an absolute giant in every sense of the word.

The one thing that might be even bigger than him now was his longing to cum, to eject all that his churning orbs had produced and let his seed scatter to the winds. Well, maybe that was a bit fantastical given how any ejaculate seemed to sink to the ground like a stone; the way he blanketed the area in front of him was proof positive of that.

Ugh, just thinking of how much he'd already painted the landscape just made things worse. As greatly difficult as it was at his size, his hips bucked as much as they could, thrusting his leviathan spire high into the air, nearly scraping the atmosphere. Oh, he could feel it coming. It was only a matter of time now, likely just a couple more thrusts...

And that was that it took for him to let loose the load to end all loads. His cry boomed across the planet as his floodgates burst wide open, his cum tanks unleashing everything they'd produced up to that point in a veritable deluge of jizz that rained down upon the forest in vulgar display of masculinity the likes of which the universe would never see again.

Hot, white spunk blasted from his cumpipe like a geyser that buried the trees in a layer of seed, his gigatonnage writhing in pleasure as the pressure in his prostate plummeted after finally getting off. Climax had never felt so incredible, and all that he seemed capable of doing at the moment was relaxing and letting his own body take care of itself.

Relief washed over him like a cooling wave, the tension in his musculature relaxing a tad even with his inconceivable beef still blocking out the sun for anything unfortunate enough to be caught below him. He cast a shadow over the landscape in the same manner that a passing planetoid might, obscuring any sight behind him and leaving his heaving form be the only thing visible. In truth, he'd kill to experience that kind of view for himself.

What felt like eternities had passed before his level of release began to peter out, his flow dying down as his fattened orbs pushed out the last few shots of cum. So much of his mind had been frazzled by ecstasy hammering into his brain that being reeled back in felt like he'd been out for ages. His bearings returned to him in pieces, parts of his body only being recognized after several long moments of recovery. It felt like he'd just output more than what the rest of the men in the universe could do combined, so it made sense in his head that it took so long to regain his composure.

It gave him the opportunity to look around - erm, not with his head, of course, as there was no way to do that anymore; he needed to physically rotate his whole form if he wanted to accomplish anything of the sort. In one direction was nothing but his own pearlescent jism, making the choice of where to spend his afterglow obvious.

The greenery really did go on for miles and miles around him, making another mountain range further on the other side of the planet completely stand out. Heh, he made them look puny, barely comparable to many parts of his unfathomable physique. They were practically hills to him, if that!

It was only then that something else caught his eye. It took a bit of finagling to even get a good view at what it might be, having to look very closely to discover another field of crystals, estimating it to be some ways away from where his ascension took place - clearly trivial for him to get to now, but it would've taken him hours to stumble across it when he was smaller. These were green - the complete opposite of the red ones he'd found. What did they do, if anything? Were they related somehow?

While those were all important questions to ask, there was only one his mind continued to put forth - were the crystals he initially came upon even the right ones? There might be a way to find out for sure, but it'd involve somehow getting in contact with the others. He, uh, hadn't quite figured out what he'd say about his abrupt change in appearance.

Gary might understand him. They were bros - he had nothing to worry about! Maybe. He hoped.