Larger than Life
Story request for bahamut6sic6. Sorry it took so long; I had life problems. Also sorry if it's not up to the standars you would prefer; I'm out of practise. Anyway; the story:
Larger than Life
Stan Melgar had a good life. Well, according to most people. For him it was a very different story. Of course, being over five hundred feet tall had its benefits; such as the fact that he was a higher priority citizen than the mayor, he was way too big to be harmed by standard bullets, meaning that nobody ever picked a fight with him and everybody gave him deep abiding respect. Well, everybody bar the many criminals that he's helped the police to catch.
Despite these perks however, life wasn't easy for him. His meals consisted of hunted ferals. Even with help from some of the town's police and expert gunslingers, there rarely was a decent amount for him. His home consisted of a giant mattress laid underneath a grid of corrugated iron, which was supported by thin, rusting pillars. The town collectively could only manage to fashion one pair of pants and shirt; his uniform. This meaning that he lived and slept perpetually in the same clothes. On top of everything, he could never pleasure himself without over five thousand people observing him; so he never did.
This was all about to change however; through an unlikely chain of events and a stroke of bad luck.
It started out as an ordinary day. The five hundred foot tall German Shepherd woke up to his alarm, which consisted of a clock and a pretty hefty megaphone. He opened his eyes, staring briefly up at thin streams of light which shone through cracks in the iron structure above him. With an almighty groan he rolled to his side and heaved himself up, careful not to clock himself on the metal roof.
He gazed briefly at the city scape, watching the sun slowly crawl up from behind the silhouetted buildings. He scanned the roads. He spotted the early morning rush hour beginning to take fold. Thousands of cars ground to a halt at the back of a line stretching deep into the city. He sighed, longing to be able to travel in a car, like normal furs. Even if it was only for a day, he would give anything for it; not that he had much to give apart from the clothes on his back.
As he fantasized about living normally, an obnoxious static hiss emanated from beside him. With his eyes still fixed on the skyline, he reached for the sound which had recently appeared. He managed to pull out his enormous radio which was partially trapped under the mattress.
"What now?" He snapped into the radio shortly after pressing the pressure plate on its side. After a short hiss he got his answer.
"Finally. Listen, we've got some rioters up at the science centre. They're using Molotov cocktails and firebombs on the labs as well as using them to keep us back. We don't have enough cops and the nearest SWAT unit will take over twenty minutes to get here. You're up." The black box hissed once more before falling silent staying quiet. The voice you just heard was the chief of police. Stan didn't know his name, nor had he seen him either. But he got him a job, which was all that mattered at the moment. With a hefty sigh, the five hundred foot beast heaved himself onto his feet and began marching on the town.
* * *
"Incomin'!" A cop yelled, awkwardly launching himself backwards as a firebomb landed where he had recently been standing. Rioters were scattered everywhere. While many were busy sacking the laboratory, some stayed behind and attacked police officers. The only real asset the police against them was a helpful soldier who just happened to be passing by. Over the last few minutes he was strategically lobbing tear-gas canisters at the rioters, only to have them crudely thrown back at him. It was a stalemate; neither side was gaining or losing ground.
The police were forced to wait several minutes, as the call to the macro officer had to be redirected through several locations; costing valuable time.
Eventually, there was an almighty crash; followed by an immense rush of air and heat.
"What the fuck was that?" yelled one officer who was hiding behind the bonnet of his car. The soldier next to him peered through the windows of the car, observing the scene.
Rioters hastily scrambled backwards as a huge ball of fire blossomed from the labs. He swore under his breath and turned to the officers.
"They must've hit a gas pipe! Either that or they struck something flammable in the labs!" the fox bellowed over the confusion. One cop brought up his radio and began issuing a demand for the fire department.
"Where the fuck's that macro?" A young wolf screamed moments after a fragment of smouldering debris sailed past his head. He was answered almost instantaneously with the sound of what at first sounded like thunder. It couldn't be; there were no clouds to be seen anywhere. All heads turned to the source of the crash and, sure enough, the silhouette of Melgar was seen lumbering towards them at a great speed.
Upon seeing him, the rioters made ditch effort attempts of escape. It was all in vain. Within mere seconds the German Shepherd was upon them. He expertly manoeuvred his feet around the somewhat shaken police force, while carefully harvesting the frightened hooligans who had evidently failed to escape him.
The rebellious furs tried and failed at their desperate escape bid. Many threw their last firebombs and molotovs at Stan's feet, but to no avail. The most he ever felt vas a vague sting from the missiles. Within no time at all, the furs had been rounded up and crudely thrown into the many paddy wagons parked awkwardly around the labs.
Now that the rioters had been attended to; Stan turned his attention to the fire still raging in the labs. Seeing as the fire department hadn't arrived yet; the macro crouched, ever careful of crushing anyone, and began blowing violently on the flames.
The flames didn't go out, but instead burned with greater intensity. Stan looked on dumbfounded as the flames turned different shades of pink and purple.
What he didn't know was that the rioters had hit part of the laboratory where scientists experimented with pheromones; the kind that furs emit when they're in heat. The gas-based pheromones now fuelled the fires intensity, thus altering the colours. What had also happened under Stan's radar was the unfortunate fact that, due to the physical properties of the gas, the effect of the pheromone had been multiplied greatly by the heat. As he took a deep breath to blow again, Melgar involuntarily inhaled the smoke and fumes emitted by the fire. He spluttered briefly and staggered backwards, still wary of the furs on the ground.
Something strange happened to Stan's body that moment. He felt warm and somewhat lustful. He looked at himself in confusion. What was happening to him?
His eyes widened and he looked down in alarm as he felt his crotch begin to stir. He stared in embarrassment as his pants began to tent up. Many normal sized furs looked at him in bewilderment; whereas others spontaneously sprung boners of their own.
Suddenly, and for no apparent explanation, Stan smiled. More than that; he was grinning ear to ear.
He eyeballed the massive bulge in his macro pants with lust and need. Slowly, he grabbed onto the oversized metallic zipper, and forcefully yanked it down. As the town failed to provide a giant pair of underpants for the macro, his gargantuan cock sprung out from the zipper at an impossible speed without much further resistance.
Now, this is all about ratios. If Stan was a normal sized fur; he would be around five foot nine. Multiply that by about a hundred, and you've got just about five hundred feet. If he was normal sized, his cock would be at a decent seven point five inches. Multiply that by a hundred and convert it to feet; bingo! You've got a sixty two foot cock.
Melgar's hefty sixty two foot slab of meat jutted straight up into the air, seemingly competing with the skyscrapers around it. As furs stood around him in a mixture of awe, lust and disgust; his mind became shrouded with thoughts he had not yet thought of. They were of sex. The graphical images swarmed into his mind like moths around a street lamp.
It got to the point where he couldn't take it anymore; he had to fuck something.
The only problem presenting itself was the fact that he was the only five hundred foot tall being he knew of. "No matter." He thought as he eyed the buildings around him.
With an expertly co-ordinated movement, the macro snapped to his feet and latched onto the closest skyscraper he could get his hands on. He groaned a little, his voice vibrating the building and the ground below him. As furs caught on to his presumed intentions, they fled in fear of the possibilities that could arise. Melgar shuddered a little as his pride rubbed between his fur and the sleek glass of the building.
Slowly, he pulled his hips back ward, allowing his enormous erection to slide down the building so that it pointed directly at the glass face. He dug his giant claws in the roof of the building and suddenly, with an enormous grunt, slammed his hips forward.
The results were catastrophic. The whole building shook as he connected with it. His gargantuan cock inevitably forced itself inside; shattering glass, breaking iron girders and destroying the building's contents. It was a good thing the occupants evacuated the building beforehand.
Melgar shuddered and released a deafening howl as he entered, forcing everyone within a four block radius to cover their ears. The giant looked back down to see that he was well and truly buried within the building, his enormous doggy bone throbbing lazily inside the structure.
He smiled, overwhelmed with the pleasure that radiated from his oversized pride. Still clutching onto the roof, he slowly withdrew, allowing his cock to slide out, right up to the very tip, moments before slamming back in once more. His pelvis crashed loudly against the building face, shattering yet more glass over him. He didn't feel it though; only the pleasure his cock presented him with. He repeated the process once more, pulling out and driving in his pride at high speed and force, causing light tremors throughout the town and creating worrying crashing noises that everyone within a five mile radius could here.
Eventually Melgar built up a stable rhythm, jamming his cock in and out of the tower at high speeds, incidentally crashing his overly large bollocks against the building as well, over and over again. Repetitive as it may be, Stan didn't care. He was lost in a bliss of pleasure.
* * *
MEANWHILE: The soldier from earlier had made an odd dash down to the military compound on the outskirts of the town. Upon informing his commanding officers, the base burst to life as the orders to scramble were issued. Many soldiers had clambered into transport trucks and jeeps, which began hammering down the road towards the town in a matter of minutes. The fox soldier hitched a ride on a Blackhawk helicopter which was preparing for take-off. After a brief moments wait for the pilots to finish their checks and set the fuel mixture, the helicopter heaved itself off the ground, pirouetted in mid-air and began speeding back to the town along with the convoy.
"What are we doin'!?" Yelled the pilot over the noise of the rotor engines. The fox looked back at him with a somewhat shocked expression.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told ya." He replied, cocking his gun for emphasis.
* * *
Back at the town, the macro began to notice that his sixty feet of meat was beginning to throb and pulsate alarmingly. He would have stopped, had it not been for the overwhelming pleasure it brought him. Consequently; he carried on mashing his crotch against the building.
It began to dawn on the spectating furs that not much would stop him. This was proven when the military arrived to stop him. They didn't necessarily do anything but make their presence known. The trucks merely circled his feet like ants while the helicopter buzzed around the building like some form of mechanical mosquito.
The fox inside the helicopter had prepared and amplified megaphone which was connected to a large speaker jutting out the helicopter door panels. He gave the trigger a quick squeeze as a test, which was confirmed by a loud static hiss, before talking through it.
"Attention asshole!" He boomed. "Cease what you are doing immediately or you will be fired upon!"
Melgar simply hadn't noticed the kafuffle happening around him. For one; his eyes were closed and secondly; his ears had folded back against his head, partially blocking out the noises. The noises that he did hear were merely ignored. The macro was far too preoccupied with the building. The previous half hour of humping the building non-stop had built up to the following moment; his climax.
His pride, now beginning to throb and pulsate more than it ever had before, was leaking pre like a waterfall. He started panting, the pleasure build-up beginning to become far too much for him. Eventually, he gave one final hefty thrust. The Alsatian felt himself topple off of the knife's edge of climax and crashed into the sea of pleasure. His seed rocketed out of his cock like a bullet from a gun. The spunk pressing up against the glass at the far side of the building shuddered and built up with every throb pumping it inside the structure. A lot of spooge leaked out from around the gap he created, either matting his fur or falling to the ground and crashing on the floor or some poor soul who happened to be there. The rest stayed in, flooding multiple floors and splaying up against the windows.
Unfortunately, the helicopter was on the wrong side of the building at the time. The soldier and the pilot mesmerized by the cum pile happening inside the tower. What had escaped their notice was the pressure build-up was cracking the glass. The side of the building was springing to life with the cracks and crevices beginning to spring up everywhere.
When the fox opened his mouth to yell to the pilots, it the glass gave way. Whataver he was going to say, it was too late. Cum burst forth from its glass prison, spewing down the side of the building and across the street to the next tower face. The pilot hastily pushed the stick forward, but in vain; the spunk was upon the Blackhawk in mere seconds, coating it with a new white paint. The pilots and the fox were blinded and flooded by the macro seed almost instantly. The chopper spun out of control and rapidly descended back down to Earth, unnoticed by spectators, for all they saw was a wave of cum, nothing more. Luckily, the helicopter wasn't too far up when the cum struck it, and didn't explode once it made contact with the ground. The fox, still flooded by the spooge, swam forth from the wreckage, through the cum and back into daylight, spluttering as he had accidentally swallowed a small amount of it. He was later joined by the pilots, who had had much difficulty with their belts and the doors.
Melgar had managed to pull his cock free of the building at the time the glass broke. He smiled to himself, still panting, as he gazed down at his pride, watching it still dribble a thin stream of cum from the tip. He grinned yet further at the sight of his seed pouring from the hole......from both sides. That was when the macro grimaced. With expert precision, he leapt around the building and crouched beside the cum-covered chopper. Glad that he hadn't killed anyone, he picked the fox clear from his mess and held him before his face. He chuckled at his state; the orange fur and green uniform had been stained white. The fox himself seemed okay, despite the fact that he was constantly wiping cum from his head to keep it out of his eyes.
"What is your name?" Melgar asked. Scared to death at what the macro could do, the fox responded with the straight answer.
"David!....Zaitsev.....my friends call me Sev." He called back, feeling he had to yell to talk to such a large creature.
The macro nodded and set him down in his paw. He looked down at his enormous cock. To his surprise it still jutted upward, pointing towards the fox. He chuckled as he felt the overwhelming need to continue pleasuring himself.
"You're coming with me Sev." The macro boomed, closing his paw around the fox and taking him off elsewhere.
Nobody knows what happened during the rest of the day, apart from Sev and Stan, who refused to tell anyone. Sev, fearful of judgement, left the town in search of another. Stan, to his amazement, was allowed back into the police force. Something changed Melgar that day. Nobody knew what exactly, but forevermore he had the overwhelming desire to pleasure himself with anyone and anything. Not that that was a bad thing, right?