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Blurs of a upright figure dashed through darkened metal hallways. Blunt slaps against the cold metal flooring indicated a lack of footwear, and monitoring devices hidden within the crevices of the rectangular hallways bearing witness to the figure later showed that the being barely fit within the short passages. It was clearly not a human which rushed with purpose through the corridors, turning around corners and dashing forward while paying no mind to what may lay in wait. It looked straight into the eyes of the simple machines which noted its presence, but seemed not to care. That hint of confidence and most assured brass display made clear how sure it seemed; it wanted, in a way, to be known exactly where it was going and seemed to taunt those which may pursue it. Coming through to a glass junction that connected two buildings, the figure ceased its hasty run. Turning to look at the outside world, red hued light from the sun filtered inwards to illuminate its form with extended shadows.

A nearby camera spotted the entire display. There stood a creature masculine in stature, yet only taking the vague shape of a man. It stood hunched over, taller than a human by nearly four heads, and clearly in this area not made for him. A dark green tint shined upon the leathery face of the creature, mimicking the foliage in the early morning sun. All of which he stared at, however, he couldn't ascertain to be fake or not. This became the first time his sky-blue eyes ever looked upon the outside world and its freedom, which the human race stole from his species. The being reached forth with a hand to place upon the thickened and pressurized glass to gaze at the outside world; those two fingers and one opposable digit sliding across the smooth surface. For the first time in the creature's life, it gazed upon the outside world. Only hushed stories spoke of what the world was like on the outside and in freedom from those older than him, and before mankind descended from the stars, only to capture and bring back his species as slaves.

His arm swelled as it tensed with a raising anger while pressing forth against the synthetic material in front of him. The glass cracked as his muscles flexed to exert his strength upon it and threaten to burst through materials ensured to be resistant to great blasts of energy. This same strength was exactly what humanity wanted to control and force unto its bidding for manual labor. It was to be this exact strength that shall become the downfall of what he inherently viewed as an inferior species. He being seen, along with his race, as nothing more than mindless reptilian brutes, would be the humans downfall, as he shall outplay mankind with its own technology. Hidden beneath thin fabric, and bound by chains to his belly, a lower pair of arms and hands were bound together. The clothing emphasized the body's immense natural musculature; the reptile's form being sculpted not too dissimilar to man, but being inherently and comparatively bigger than even the largest of humans. Unbeknownst to the overseers however, he held within his bound appendages their own creation, which soon shall become their demise.

Clenching his fingers against the glass and pulling back, the creature turned and once more rushed down the hall with freedom in mind. One final doorway, barely made large enough for him to squeeze through, was all that held him back from his escape. One final similar barrier, which his broad shoulders threatened the stability of and had been electrocuted and prodded for nearly breaking, had become the doorway to his salvation. Thoughts passed through his mind of how many times he had been forced to carry delicate hardware through areas which he couldn't fit, for they had been made for the comfort of humans, only for him to end up breaking such parts and being ruthlessly attacked with chemical coated clubs which incited long-lasting electrical shocks through the skin. For the first day in his life he needn't worry for his actions of brutally ramming between the thin sliding metal doors.

No security checks were required for the creature to pass through. It took, he thought, a certain level of hubris for a species to simply assume another sentient species to be so unintelligent to never consider an escape. Not even a single alarm had been tripped, for others of his kind had stayed back to subdue any guards. Lights flickered on with his presence as the doors behind him squeaked in futile attempts to close; the edges being too bent out of shape to fit back into place. Large flood lights from a metal track above gleamed brightly to fully unveil a laboratory.

He had been used to small and square areas of confinement when it came to being indoors, and as such the room he entered within became an area of relief. The giant globe of a building was easily over a hundred feet tall, and several more hundred in diameter. Shadows swiveled and disappeared, coming in and out of existence, as the lights above moved along their track to ensure that nothing be left in darkness for too long. Large metal pipes littered the ground, interlacing amongst themselves as if a gigantic synthetic spider laid them down. Box-like machines created long hallways to give a sense of order to the chaos of smaller wires strewn between them. Nothing garnished much more color than a dark silver and gray. Not even the slowly flickering bulbs upon some of the mechanical objects helped add any more variation than an occasional muted yellow hue.

Peering back and forth, the creature felt uneasy in the area. While it may be taller, which allowed for him to stand fully upright, he still felt small and contained. The pathways were narrow, once again keeping in mind the body dimensions for a human, but even the computers all around towered above him a good few feet. Even the air constricted on him due to the temperature and feel of it. A sparse few objects around him gave off a gentle hum of warmth, but there existed enough climate control to keep it feeling extremely chilled with a near complete lack of any moisture. Coupled with how bright the lights above him shone down it made him feel almost disorientated. Luckily, he thought, there was only one path for him to take, and it was straight forward.

In the center of the structure lay one final piece of machinery. Everything else was built around the object, and in a way, would have given the floor plan a certain pattern to make it look not too dissimilar to a large ball room of dancers encircling a centerpiece if viewed upon from above. A steep slope downwards helped to conceal it and likely keep any wandering eyes from immediately noticing it within the large dome building. He approached, and gazed upon it with a sense of disbelief that the strange device would be the thing to free his people; an experimental machine devised by mankind to finally live out the dream of transporting oneself through time.

It instantly became the most unique object around him, for it took on a more oval shape and was large enough to fit objects nearly twice his size. What became disconcerting, however, was the metal prongs and sharp points which jutted out from the interior edges of the arch. A metal wall concealed its other side as it fused with the rest of the machine, while making a concave area one presumably stood within as the machine functioned. The amount of wires and missing metal sheets, allowing one to look into the innards of the circuitry, reconfirmed it to either not yet be fully finished or tests still being conducted with it.

Blasting echoed throughout the dome. The sound was instantly recognizable by the creature despite hearing it only once prior in his life; it was the sound which came from one of the human weapons reserved only for when others of his kind became too unruly, and they thought it best to just kill instead of detain and punish later. It was time to go. While he doubted they knew of his whereabouts, he thought it best not to take his time to find out. Reaching forward his lower arms shook violently as they tensed against restraints. They remained hidden beneath a tightly bound material, feeling in consistency to be a thick rubber, yet tough enough to be comparable to that of thick steel. Only those with great strength may consider even bending the durable yet pliable metal clothing, and it was with this that the second set of arms for his species remained bound together most of the time.

A bulbous object began pushing forth from the belly region of the beast. It pulled him forward, nearly knocking him off balance. The object which he carried hidden safely beneath the suit was one which finally recognized its birthplace as being this very laboratory, and the object it was meant to be within straight ahead. An ear piercing clang of metal grinding together shook the air as the magnetic force became too great for even the clothing to contain, and the object broke free. Similarly colored to everything else, it glistened despite being such a dull object. Unlike everything else, however, it sported black symbols and designs to represent a human language unrecognizable to the creature. He was content, at least, that he wouldn't have to fiddle with a control board. For the first time he praised mankind, as their addiction to automation in all of their machinery helped hasten his escape

Staring at the object, and how it slowly floated upwards to his chest and in front of his face, the reptilian being wouldn't notice as a similar concave wall closed in behind him and locked in place. He knew nothing of how the machine actually worked, but just that he had stepped forward to be the one to test it. Intense heat soon blasted the tiny room he became locked within to the point that it sapped any breathable oxygen from the confines. Pressure increased in a sudden burst to buckle his knees. The only thing keeping him standing was the sudden grasp of two metal prongs along his sides, just beneath the lower set of arms. The pill-shaped object from before began to emanate a blue glow as it nestled itself within the ceiling, before mechanisms interlocked into and around it, protecting against it possibly dislodging. All the air around him voted against his existence it seemed, and while he attempted to keep himself standing, any method of doing so was voided by the slick walls as he couldn't find purchase with his hands. So strong had the air around him become in pushing down on his body that it felt more similar to breathing in liquid. Not only did it fill his lungs, but in a perverse way it infiltrated the rest of his body. Flooding into his stomach, and into his veins, his body felt to be gaining weight by coexisting with the empty air of the machine. He felt as though he were expanding from the inside out while extended metal arms pressed and eased his body into a stable position, as if to record the reactions he gave to his surroundings.

Color faded from his vision, but in a way unnatural to him. Instead of the glow above him simply losing its glow, it warped and distorted. Each ray of light distorted grossly to the point where it felt as if all his other senses picked up on it. The chamber he had been locked within suddenly felt so very small and tight. His feet felt as though they pressed against a wall that, while the toes and hands seemingly phased through with his probing, the rest of the body locked upon itself with constant muscle fatigue backing it up. More disturbingly he felt the metal arms he saw from before jutting down and probing against his body with much more direct purpose. Faster than his already racing heart, the sharp prongs teasingly prodded against the smooth leathery scales, piercing effortlessly through his constraining shirt. They worked up and down constantly over his body while moving in small circular motions, poking just strong enough for him to feel them but never enough to actually break into the body itself. It seemed to be taking notes about what he looked like, and recording it for some purpose unknown to him.

Loud whirring sounds echoed into his mind to displace his orientation as the floor below him apparently melted away right in time with the noise, and an intense sensation of vertigo flooded over his body. The creature felt as though he was made of wet clay; straining for movement resulted in nothing more than a slight bulge while being forced to curl up into a fetal position. Clothing stripped itself from his body, and as he opened an eye to look, the darkness itself felt blinding. Giving him an instant pain in his mind, he never thought it possible to look into a black void which he glimpsed while still feeling blinded the same, as if staring into the sun. Images flashed behind his eyelids once he closed them, and while he assumed them to be his own memories, none of them seemed at all familiar. In fact a majority of them made no sense, yet everything took on concrete shapes which otherwise deemed themselves as being familiar in his mind. One final bang rocketed around his head shortly followed by an electronic crackling which emanated away from his body in slow decrescendo, changing pitches before finally reaching a stage which his hearing could no longer recognize its existence.

Suddenly he felt as though he had been submerged into liquid. It chilled him to the bone, even though in truth it was simply due to the stark difference in heat that enveloped his body compared to a thin liquid which now enveloped him. Opening his eyes he managed to perceive rays of sunlight filtering through the liquid. It seemed to be water, much to his surprise, as he floundered momentarily to uncurl and push his legs downwards against a sandy flooring. To his relief, despite finding himself in the water, it was shallow enough for him to stand upright and keep his head above it in spades; the chilling liquid barely reached above his waist. Feeling along his short snout, the creature quickly realized that the binding clothing had been left behind, for his lower arms moved up in accordance to follow the corresponding upper pair. He had to thank the luck of it all, for it matched his freedom in the open air amazingly. Sniffing, he narrowed his eyes and looked forward. A stench hung in the air that stung his nose daily in his working conditions.

Lingering in the air was that of burning oil and gasoline. To him it signified the existence of mankind. Breaking his bewilderment, he saw tall silver buildings, reflecting sunlight with glass, stretching across the landscape before him no matter what side of him he looked at. They resembled something which he didn't recognize, and that was the lack of architectural finesse which his species brought to human design. Not only that, but he as well noted the lacking intensity of noises associated with machinery that he utilized. Everything seemed nearly dead silent save for winged white creatures, those of which he had never seen before, as they flapped around him tirelessly while squawking in distress. They were barely larger than the insects which may have buzzed around his face, but they quickly grew to be as equally annoying. Jagged and confused at first, the reptile's brain began piecing it together as the rest of his dazed senses returned. This environment was similar to what he toiled away within, but it retained a freshness and lively atmosphere more akin to what the older of his species recounted as being similar to the freedom of their planet. Reaching out before him, arms spread apart and the palms of his hands pointing upwards in dawning realization that he safely made it to the past. He was still on Earth, but in a prior version to what he came to know and despise.

Something strange caught the reptile's eye as he waded through the shallow waters. He noticed a wooden dock of sorts to his right side, but the structures upon it appeared comically tiny compared to what he knew humans to build in the future. Not only that but everything about the pier lacked in grandiosity by being so near to the water itself, as if implying they be on equal terms. Walking ever closer and bending down, even at a greater distance, he saw hundreds of bodies skittering around on the wooden platform. If nothing else it seemed like a place of entertainment, with a strange circular object slowly turning in place and colorful schemes creating quite the spectacle. Some of them seemed trapped on a strange circular device consisting of seats, while others filed in and out of large buildings in a flurry. Breathing skipped its normal rhythmic cycles as he pieced together the situation, however unbelievable it may have been at first. Everything about humanity indeed had been scoped down from what he remembered, and the slave felt a great deal of joy at that fact. None of it, buildings nor humans, were truly smaller. In fact he became the larger one during his trip through time. Suddenly the remembrance of having the empty air infiltrate his body, and the once terrible feeling of being cramped and trapped, became a source of enjoyment.

Now that the slave knew he had been exposed to the eyes of man, he thought it best to walk forth and test the reactions of humanity compared to how he knew them. Each long stride of a leg sent along what he perceived as a insignificant wave that formed solely as a reaction of water moving with his form. He watched how the water washed onto the surface of the pier, however, and slowly gained an appreciation for his size; mere centimeters to him equating out to be several feet for those smaller, and that affected them with a great detriment. Squeezing his toes in the sandy surface below him, thoughts raced through his mind on how to truly proceed. He knew humanity had to be stopped, but the calculating mind raced through possible outcomes.

What the creature wished first and foremost was to imprint, upon the fledgling minds of a technologically inferior humanity, was the image of his body and that of his species in general. With a couple final steps forward, he loomed over the scrambling individuals below, and ensured the shifting waters flowed across the docks constantly to ensure very few could attempt escape. His final advances towards the pier could have been seen as extremely awkward for a bipedal creature, but it was a gait with purpose. Crashing upon the wood, splintering it from sheer weight alone, came a flaccid shaft which stretched down nearly to his kneecaps. Jutting his hips out ahead of him at the last moment allowed those to the far sides to bear witness to there being not only that member, but a second right beneath it. There were those, however, that got a much greater and up-close look at the shafts, as the flooding waters ensured they stay trapped in place for his advance.

Biting his lips, the dual-shafted reptile hadn't expected to indulge upon the stimulation which wracked the nerves. All he truly wanted to accomplish was to create an introductory spectacle not before seen by humanity, but something more wiggled into his consciousness. More specifically a sparse few tiny individuals below had survived being crushed by the giant shafts by being perfectly positioned right in the center. There he felt confused as wild movements from the lives in peril within floundered about inside the urethral slits. It stunned him at first simply from the pleasure, but as time went on he pressed further down against the pier. Splinters of wood and cracking metal supports flung into the water as small and flat buildings spilled overboard despite him not actively wishing to do so. He lift himself back up to reveal the scarred humans before pushing down once more, but this time revealing a unique ability tied to procreation with his species. The flaccid shafts swelled immensely along the upper tip and around the glans, and in mere moments, had become engorged to nearly twice the normal size.

Those who praised being able to once more see the sun found themselves staring upwards at two cock heads; both sporting gaping urethras that once more shrouded them in a musky darkness. The reptilian creature, in this way, managed to capture many extra humans than before by using this strange method, normally reserved for increasing pleasure for a partner. The shaft had became monstrously thick, and it extended down to a larger-than-usual glans, which instead of ending in a gentle tip, brought itself out as being much more broad and blunt. Relinquishing control in his lower body, the members retracted in size, and thus managed to corral the bodies into a tight space in which normally they could not fit. Even though they were minuscule in size, he could feel every tiny movement from the humans' appendages. Along with the direct pleasure there resided a mental aspect helping to touch upon the basis of revenge for his kind. Being able to trap those which kept him in tight spaces, and barely able to move or even breathe, also gave him a great sense of pride through irony, considering the location he trapped them in.

Reaching with both left arms, the top and bottom grabbed the respective positioned shafts just beneath the head to give a tight squeeze with further purpose to ensure the humans trapped inside brought out a deeper pleasure which had been foreign to him until now. Little did he expect the individuals inside to not only remain stuck within a region of a body made to expel, but also the sensation of multiple bumps and pushes being brought them further into the shafts. In a natural reaction, both of his right hands wrapped over the respective members with a soft grip. With the two fingers hooking over around the top, and the thumb pressing against the underside, he'd massage himself by pressing in against where he felt the smaller bodies. The thumb worked as a guiding factor, squishing the urethral canal and ensuring the humans were sent further inward. Although the individual reactions taken by the helpless bodies grew less distinct, the pleasure elicited upon the inside of the shafts increased in multiples. In a first time experience of feeling anything sexual, the reptilian creature became quickly more fervent with his actions.

The alien species yearned to feel so much more, as the initial teasing sensations quickly grew to a close. Turning his body landward, he'd turn and base his position on the pier being at the center of his body. Releasing the shafts, allowing them to crash and sink the edge of the wooden construct with the weight, he gained a sick pleasure from watching those unable to flee start to slide down along the platform. Standing there, he watched the scurrying bodies further up the dock, the slitted pupil in his eye darting to take focus on individual humans. Even though he understood their emotions, he simply couldn't bring himself to find any pity. Despite knowing they may be innocent, they all had to be eradicated. With that he grinned, just barely, and began walking forwards. Just like himself while previously enslaved, these humans didn't have anywhere to run.

Every step forward brought forth the fury of a monstrous storm surge upon the preceding pier, with water causing confusion and chaos to those trying to flee or hide. The upper shaft pushed forward against the body movements, sliding up and down along the twin shaft in a strange yet natural self-induced massage. At the same time it processed everything beneath it similarly to a industrial pressing machine, organizing all of the destruction and centralizing it directly forward. All of it being followed by a resolute crushing force of the testicles, bobbing against the upper leg muscles at predictable intervals like gears in clockwork. Pinching just beneath the glans of the bottom shaft ever so slightly aided in clearing much of the surface from the pier. Between the chaos of splintering wood and chunks of concrete were the sensations of tiny bodies flinging about from first the wash of water encroaching over, and then the downwards pulls and unstoppable oncoming body. Swelling his shafts out every few moments as his concentration allowed, to widen the girth and urethral slit to make it more difficult for the tiny human hands to find purchase against the entrance. He reveled in the fact of how well his newly realized ability functioned, for it engulfed any passing material as if having a voracious mind of its own.

The giant slowly spun a game into existence in his mind; resisting the urge to retract the size of the shaft to have the fleshy tunnel within collapse around its collection, and thus bring about a sheer excess of bliss. In a way it felt similar to an itching that became increasingly stronger the more he resisted the natural reaction of clenching down to claim the prizes. The itching, however, was far from being an annoyance. The writhing motions mixed with churning tougher objects not only created it, but also soothed the itching. Every so often he would lose willpower and clench with the thumb, rubbing gingerly, and no matter how it felt just as powerful and enticing as when he first discovered how to indulge upon it.

Coming upon the rounded object noted prior, seating several humans with the structure reaching at least up to the top of the abdominal section, brought forward an ever stronger set of sensations. Its integrity lost itself against the jostling of its foundation, and very quickly fell backwards with a loud shrill of surprised and scared voices. As though pinning its prey, the top shaft pounded down against it, letting loose a rewarding sound of what sounded like crackling and bending metals. At that moment he'd ensure the swelling of the shafts took place as if mentally preparing himself for the giant object. The rougher edges and spine-like texture of the crunching wheel, seemingly made purely for leisure and thus fairly weak, instantly added to the soothing scratching from the get go. Due to its size compared to anything else he'd taken in, it caused him to nearly lose himself from it only entering halfway. Having clamped down around it, he'd notice now that undulations similar to expelling took place, but this time in reverse. His body accepted what he put into it without hesitation, and with gusto, going through motions as if this had been a natural part of his physiology. Lifting his shaft once more, the upper one hanging over the left side of it unattended, he couldn't help but give himself a much more thorough massage if not just to feel the progress of the wheel. He then felt, while moving ever forwards, the same material it was comprised of bumbling helplessly along and against the testicles, before the pounding sent them beneath the waves. It dawned on him that he barely managed to take in half the object before his pleasure became too much to ignore.

Raising out of the waters, the vengeful giant would forgo stuffing any more into his shaft for the time being, and left the fate of the entrance to the pier to be smashed upon by the hanging testicles. The sac stretched down to the knees and fought for space between the legs, being mostly forced to rest upon the legs like muscly cushions. Even he noticed that they sagged greater than normal, and given how the tiniest of movements brought out curious vibrations from within. At least he now knew that everything he engulfed indeed ended up in that location, and if nothing else, the pleasures from such only encouraged the mind to continue. There was still so much more for him to explore in the realm of his new pleasures and he grew ever more eager to experience them.

His leathery body glistened in the sunlight while water shed itself from his leathery scales in giant sheets and onto the streets, as if solely to create chaos for the stilled cars. Time was considered to be of the essence, as he certainly never forgot his reason for coming back in the first place. Releasing his lower shaft, humanity below could witness how even while flaccid they would rest along the center crease of his sac, with the head seen reaching to the bottom. If there existed a lack of credence to his great size before, then this cemented the image and realization. One thing which bothered him though, it stopping him from continuing for the time, was how he noticed a disturbing lack of electrical power.

He recognized humanity to be nearly obsessed with harnessing power in any fashion, and there seemed to be none of it taking place. Very little did he witness moving vehicles during his life, but he harbored enough knowledge simply by constructing and observing them to know how they functioned, at least those in his time. None of them here moved, with no buildings producing light. Thinking back, it came to him in a eureka scenario. Intense energy released from his arrival, that much he remembered better or for worse, but he wondered if any energy from traveling through time built up and had to be released somewhere. Obviously it didn't ravage his body, or he wouldn't be here. Thinking slowly through the processes of what he knew about the machine, it became possible to him that perhaps an electrical shock wave impacted the nearby area. In essence, he realized, the humans below him had become just as trapped to the fury of something more controlling than they had power to resist. It brought him, again, sweet joy in toying with the fact that he now had humanity in a position of fear and worry, one that he once lived as reality and believed it impossible to escape. It became his time to shine, and the gigantic reptile decided to wallow in his new size, to the detriment of the lives scatting below him.

Tall structures, not quite capable of matching his height even to the knees, took his greatest interest. He never truly understood the purpose of differing shapes and sizes of human architecture, but those smaller buildings seemed to call out to him, as though sensing a greater presence of human lives within. Barely even taking a single step halted the would-be march, for a distinct crunching of heavy metals and glass permeated all the way to his ears. Clenching his toes, of which he had simply two, the blunt and short claws upon them pierced into the concrete with no other reason than to experience what took place.

The creature recalled in the past how difficult a time it was to navigate human corridors, not only for the lack of space, but also for the junk and harmful objects littered about from construction activities. Pointed metal objects would pierce into the balls of the plantigrade feet, and without the ability to grow calluses as protection, ensured that he felt the full pain of it every time. He knew exactly what he stepped upon, one of the automotive transportation vehicles, but not a shred of pain came forth. Fear which came from the knowledge of having crushed metal evaporated in that one instant of stepping down as it instead brought a significantly soothing sensation, not unlike that of an intense massage. Glass poked in between the scales, which he realized might actually seem more like a rough leather to the humans below, while scraping that foot against the ground to gain the most from that one vehicle. Pushing down with the ball of his foot, he swiveled it back and forth to reminisce of how he had to bear with the pain in the past instead of these pleasures of the present, and he made sure the car became nothing more than a piece of sheet metal with just a couple swipes in the process. Moving his leg in such a drastic fashion caused the testicles to shake, and thus shift the contents within. Both the pleasures together worked as positive reinforcement for his actions, as the most menial of movements made him desire more. Thoughts of toying with the buildings nearby had left his mind temporarily with the distractions, yet gained prominence due to sensationalizing the past minute of actions; the slitted eyes wandered back to the flat-roofed objects laying in predictable square patterns between the streets.

He had to wonder why he stopped moving in the first place. Hundreds upon thousands of those vehicles, of different shapes and colors, littered the streets in chaotic patterns as humans squabbled amongst themselves with their herding tendencies while fleeing for their lives. Many of them obviously weren't moving, but he certainly could, and taking advantage of this was as simple as lifting a leg. Once more a vehicle met its fate beneath the tougher portion of scales, this time beneath one of the great toes. Another pile of metal had found itself crushed beneath his heel along with it. Crunching it down, and focusing his great bulk upon one leg as the other moved forward, he'd stomp down with clear purpose. This time another magnificent feeling flooded his brain, and it nearly became too much. Fortune shone upon him for he struck an elongated vehicle obviously meant for transportation, and it housing several humans with many more scattered around. Whether they were entering or trying to save those from inside didn't matter, for their softer bodies created an opposing texture and sensation beneath the foot. First came the crunch of the vehicle, already bringing much glee, and secondary came what seemed like many bubbles popping in a wet flurry, which enhanced the feelings. Comparing the humans' misfortunes to that of his own from the future became second nature at this point; all of this reminded him how past companions had been smashed beneath giant metal objects in dangerous environments in an unjust end to their lives, and how fitting it was for this to happen to his future captors.

Viewing the vehicles as merely dispensers of human bodies, the stampeding reptile made a vested effort in crushing flat all which lay before him. Yet at the same time, he never truly aimed for them to ensure they be lost beneath his foot at any particular location. He didn't believe they deserved much more than an initial conscious thought to their demise, and this led to much less efficiency in actually ending lives. Very few of the humans, either being seen as lucky or cursed, would find themselves able to see the sunlight once more with but a few pieces of broken concrete showering down on them as the foot lifted up. Those who did however would be left with the sights and greatly debilitated for the rest of their lives, for often the torso had squeezed between what they saw as rough scales with their limbs crushed. Some of the lives simply had their bodies broken, but through an undesired willpower to survive, found themselves living for a short time after to watch their innards bleed out slowly in a gruesome sight.

Jostling from within the testicles, being renewed during the apex every step, couldn't be ignored any longer. It was as though some primal need badgered to remind the giant to continue on with the indulging actions which took place earlier. Reaching casually with a lower hand, he'd cup one of the balls and rub over it in slow strokes. Mostly he wanted to feel just how the objects and humans within were being processed, but all that came forth was a tickling sensation being combined with the soothing massage of this thumb. Like plucking fruits from a tree, he'd reach to his side and atop a building at his eye level. Peripheral vision granted him enough sight to swipe a hand across the top to scoop over and grab a writhing mass of bodies. One could only assume they were there waiting as a predestined evacuation sight, but it was impossible for them to know that none could come. With a third hand he'd raise upwards the top shaft, partially hardened as he let loose his control and allowed his body to react naturally to the sensations, poised to shove the yelling mass within the urethra. Something ticked in his mind, however, as he looked down and to his side. He wasn't sure why it caught his attention, but spilling forth from several transport trucks and the side of a building was a menagerie of cushions and objects meant for leisure.

Somehow the giant thought about and created a symbolic meaning for those comforting objects. Chairs and couches littered his focus of vision, and it gave him a tantalizing idea. Due to how easily the smaller bodies, and even larger objects, had been engulfed by a portion of his body, then why not test other parts. Items which were used to sit on brought him to thinking about his own hindquarters, and when paired with giving the lives a miserable end, the connection became clear. Grasping around the torso of one of the humans with a bottom hand, wedging the body between the two fingers, he'd reach around and behind. Utilizing the opposite side's lower hand he spread apart cheeks of his rump just enough to squeeze something between. That first human, being lowered and swung around the backside of the body, would be able to make quick notes of how physically built the reptilian body happened to be. Darker green segments of the back could be seen seemingly enhancing the already distinct muscular structure hidden beneath the scales; the green body rolled over above the muscles with even the simplest of movements able to set off a flurry of twitches. Being tilted and made to point directly towards the rump, one could see how well sculpted and powerful even the glutes turned out to be. They appeared firm enough that, despite being relaxed and spread by the other hand, the scales still wrinkled considerably from the pressure of the fingers keeping them apart.

Eventually the giant creature loosened his grip on the human and flicked him forwards enough to meet the blunt end of a finger. A quick flick after, and the tiny body found itself launched forward, but much to the larger creature's dismay there was no pleasing feeling associated. Even with the following guidance of the claw it seemed more as if the body simply disappeared due to the lack of feeling a single form entailed. He is a persistent creature, if not curious, as to him this just made it more of a game than a point of failure. Taking several humans more with the same hand, he'd attempt the same action once more. Instead of callously shoving them towards the slightly gaping hole, he guided them the writhing bodies with his fingers. Squatting as a natural reaction, he clearly much better realized a joy from the action. The digits pressed forward against the warmth of his own bare flesh to ensure the bodies made it in fully, for perhaps that was just the problem of his first attempt.

Pleasure from the action faded quickly. It outright paled in comparison to what took place earlier in the water. In fact he felt almost cheated for raising the expectations so high. Simply stroking the tips of his fingers, pressing gently against them with short and blunted claws, provided more satisfaction than that. While he wanted to take it as slow as possible to savor the sensations, he clearly couldn't and reached back with the fist full of humans twitching about in protest. An audible slap reverberated through the air right as he uncurled his fingers and applied his palm against bare flesh, the feelings of which finally meeting his wish for fulfillment. The way the sphincter seemed to open up just barely enough to allow the bodies entrance could finally be felt, even if just barely. It left him wanting to feel more as he held his hand there, becoming slightly giddy due to how he noticed the bodies being sucked within, due to both an intense pressure and the workings of the muscles clenching like a sprung trap to ensure nothing escaped.

Nothing stopped him in wanting to feel it again, and thus he reached to wherever it had been most convenient for him at any given time to nab at as many humans as possible. Every so often, when his fingers could no longer comfortably fit any more bodies against his palm, he enacted the previous actions to indulge himself upon the pleasures. One of the lower hands gingerly stroked against the shafts, switching between the upper and bottom cocks with dedication to ensure both be pleasured, with his fingers dancing along just beneath the glans in soft pinches whenever the sphincter closed around another mob of bodies. All of his actions in regards to human life became much less caring, in that he didn't seem to particularly mind if he nabbed other objects along with them. He'd forgo spreading his glutes from this point forwards simply due to his actions becoming quicker after dedicating his hands to other purposes.

Parts of the road were torn out of the ground as the giant creature bent down to grab more fodder he saw as pleasure; there being no discrimination in who or what he squeezed together . Never once was it taken into account the fragility of that which he inevitably consumed. Whenever an area appeared tapped of most human lifeforms he simply moved to the next, and without wasting much time by taking long strides. Every time he felt a more misshapen or larger object pass through he'd reflexively give a tighter squeeze to his shaft, and at times thrust forwards, utilizing them as abject battering rams as well as a way to reveal trapped individuals still within the taller buildings all around. The movements became unpredictable as he altered his position at any time to result in the most amount of carnage.

His long gait seemed never to miss its mark when a large hoard of vehicles lay parked beneath the path of the feet. Glass shattering from buildings chimed with the breaking of similar material in the streets, coming through in bursts through the echoing rumble of each foot. Toes grabbed at any faint tickling sensation, squashing them instantaneously, for the sole purpose of wrenching out as much pleasure as physically possible. There came a certain gratification in crunching through some of the smaller buildings strewn about. Efficient planning and use of space ensured their downfall as either foot came crashing down, and the creature reveled in how well they fit beneath the foot, striking at the key areas in just the right angle all at the same time. As an added bonus they provided for a healthy supply of fresh bodies, for humans seemed to have been congregating within them for whatever reason. Perhaps it was the variety of colors or goods housed inside the buildings which attracted them.

Soon enough the giant alien found the effects of stuffing unruly wads of humans within his body to be less thrilling than he thought it to be worthwhile continuing. A dry spell hit him hard as the sexual energies for wanting to keep him so aroused waned, and the body simply became used and built up an immunity to the pleasures unreasonably quick. Logically, at least to him, the next step was to bring in anything which the humans hid within, as he thought back to the giant wheel structure from earlier. Reaching down, he'd scoop up a large cluster of elongated vehicles, he simply assuming the purpose of them being to swiftly transport crowds. It became the perfect target of interest once those pondering thoughts came to pass. Clenching them together with his fingers just enough to interlace and meld the metal objects together, he'd bring them up above to look more closely into the vehicles, ignoring the human bodies wiggling about on the outsides and against his leathery hand.

Making sure that there were indeed the humanoid beings inside which he targeted, he clenched them slightly more while rolling the two fingers and thumb along the objects. He both wanted to ensure those inside the rectangular vehicles stay trapped inside, but also to filter out any of the stray bodies on the outside which attempted to cling to the individual scale-like segments, which their smaller eyes could perceive. Most of the flailing bodies simply found themselves in a free fall to the ground below, but when the angle came through just right, they instead landed with a harsh thump against the protruding pectorals. Only a few lucky souls managed to not roll off along the body and find themselves clinging for dear life against any of the four nipples on their respective sections of chest; all others became wedged and invariably crushed between either of the four pectorals when a simple twitch of the body set loose a display of power in a quick flex.

All of the sights and feelings along his upper torso, despite being so very faint, became a tiny fueling source of pleasure to keep future invader going. If nothing else it spurred him to reach for more of the transportation vehicles, raising them to peer inside and crushing them similar to before, even if most of the purpose for doing so was just to watch as helpless bodies met with the same fate as others prior. Through repeated processes he eventually came up with a tightly bound mess of metal and bodies trapped within, which became nearly too much for him to hold with two hands. He'd retained the rectangular shape as closely as possible, as he wished to experience it as though intended by original human design. With a quick swing and a plunge upwards, he'd send the deformed object through the anal sphincter as it squeezed. Taking him by surprise, he twisted and pushed ever harder while the other two hands serviced not only his cocks, but the humans trapped hanging from the nipples on his body. Pinching both areas at the same time, he'd find a shocking bliss in the actions, as he swore the fleshy protrusions upon his chest opened ever so partially to create a passageway more sensitive than that of the urethral canal. Everything prior to now felt merely of teasing and foreplay to a much grander prospect of pure bliss.

Having to focus behind him, the creature simply adored how well the sphincter wrapped and clung to the metallic object being shoved up. Despite how strong the muscles surrounding the hole may be, they formed several lines and depressions around the vehicles to showcase the solid nature of it and how well it stretched his rump. Crunching echoed outwards over the city streets as the sphincter squeezed harshly on a per-second rhythm, as his body began to naturally process and intake the mass of metal and humans trapped inside. Each rolling pass of the muscle caused him to feel the pointed metal of the vehicles round down slowly over time, coaxing and teasing every inch the object passed along; the periodically changing texture of the metal keeping every instance lively and interesting. What nearly drove him beyond the point of climax several times over was how whenever he twitched the mass of vehicles in the perfect angle, it struck upon sexual organs hidden beyond the flesh of muscle. Each time this happened the shafts bloated out to reveal larger sizes, with the organs on the inside reflecting the action and allowing him to grind against what would be akin to more than just one prostate lurking within the flesh of the alien. Particularly unrelenting in pleasure had been when a living human body managed to escape from inside the buses just before being crushed by the mass, and the wiggling creatures found themselves trapped between the waves of muscle. Just as the warmth of his inner rump could be felt against the tips of his fingers, relaying the feeling that the hundreds of vehicles were lost to the outside world, a growing sense of energy flooded through him. Everything felt as though it sped up around him considerably, causing him to lose track of time, and feeling overall more energetic at an exponential rate. It wasn't until a sinking feeling enveloped him once more with a blinding light, lasting for no longer than the blink of an eye, shook him to the core.

Between a mere second, quicker than could be mentally recorded by the alien, he felt suddenly extremely empty from a sensation similar to having traveled through time once more. Not only that, but he felt depraved of the pleasures which had begun to wrack his mind beyond anything which he ever dreamed of, and in a way it agitated him greatly. Everything about the previous moment had been lost; stuffing between his buttocks, the tingling against his chest, and the raw pleasure of the twin shafts which now lay flaccid once again. Looking down brought a sight which compounded the irate mentality with that of confusion. The tall skyscrapers, which before he could look to either side and see his reflection, he now looked at with eye level while being able to peer off into the distance unabated by their presence. Quickly turning around, he recalled the path he took from before. There lay a path of destruction greater than he could ever have hoped to create in the short time he had been in the past and at the size he came at. Every footprint he left behind equaled the gigantic silhouette which his current form could produce, and the structural damage of his legs simply bulging out and pushing against buildings showed their marks. It was as though something already changed in the future, shifting the had been prior, and instead finding this to became his new growth. Some sort of residual energy had built up and released itself, stewing from the jump back in time, and finally released itself upon him. He simply smiled at the situation.

Despite having been abruptly interrupted with his actions, it was by some sort of grace that, being left with a libido shown in physical form as being nonexistent, mentally he felt as though he were simply continuing where he left off. Ease of movement made him much more gleeful, while those down below found themselves in a much more dire predicament than before. One could argue that being crushed instantly with few receiving a slightly slower death of disembodiment, might be cruel, but those souls could recognize how that paled compared to the current matter of facts. He knew very well that, despite keeping his smooth and skin-like leathery form, those below became trapped within the segments separating them to create defined scales for human bodies. In these tiny areas they could find sanctity of life, albeit with a slower cruel end, for the concrete and other humans crushing against them into a pulp became a more prolonged process. None of it became much of a hindrance to his own pleasure however, for all it simply took was more body mass for him to step down upon. Entire crowds had been stamped out of a recognizable existence with each step forward. How he once gained comfort from feeling just a couple bodies squirming beneath transitioned to needing hundreds beneath the large and broad feet. Edges of his feet caught upon the rims of buildings while he focused more on the streets and the fleeing crowd of bodies below, helping to give a missing crunching sensation which was not as readily available. Despite it all feeling different from before, it took but a little managing to bring him the same effect; only in that it took marginally more effort and a proportional level of destruction in order to garnish the same pleasure from when skyscrapers still loomed over him. A slight bit of amusement could be sought simply by the way the bulging mass of his legs or upper torso might take a chunk out of nearby taller buildings, sending debris careening forward to confuse and worry the masses which were out of his range.

It was by this token that the giant's mind quickly jumped from the bottoms of his feet to the surroundings around him, and the pleasure which had been stolen away and lost to time from events taken place earlier. A quick set of desperation came over him as he began to work at his shafts slightly with both lower hands to try and beat away any negative feelings. In no way would there be enough of the vehicles from before to create an equivalent amount of mass to shove and use as a simple toy; the feet being more than easily compensated, but the rump being left sorely unoccupied. Glazing over top the cityscape with narrowed pupils, the slitted eyes scanned up and down, to the left and right, searching for something that could be feasible manipulated. Taking just a couple more steps forward, unobservant of the actions taking place below, he squeezed his toes together to round up anything temporarily lucky enough to evade being pounded. Crunching between the two large toes, a garbling mess of screaming and cracking concrete could be heard with screeching metal. The sounds brought a eureka moment right thereafter, for it was obvious. He didn't require just a paltry volume of human bodies or insignificant vehicles to gain pleasure. Everything he needed was right around him; the giant buildings and structures, a pride of mankind to defy gravity and build towards the heavens, was more than all he needed.

In a way the alien simply took the buildings for granted up until this point. They had always been so static and part of the scenery, through all his life until now, that they may as well simply had been the same as trees standing firm in a forest. Immediately turning himself around and bending forward, he looked backwards to aim for the nearest structure that he deemed appropriate; something at least raising up to his waistline should suffice. While scuttling into position, his two upper hands reached back to spread apart the anal sphincter in preparation, as the two lower limbs grasped around the center region of the building to be used. At the same time he angled his body so that the buildings of around equal height to the front of him could be used as giant pillared cushions for his shaft to rest upon. The shattering sound of glass and metal as the giant member smashed down upon the flat roof was more than enough to comfort his mind, but pressing down with more focused effort helped bring forth a massaging sensation as the vibrations of all the breaking debris compacted down around the weighty girth. Lowering himself allowed the rest of the shaft to find comfort atop other buildings of the block; the portion of the city he loomed above not being enough to fully support it, as his glans hung over the opposing side of the block and over the street. Bloating the member caused it to further impact itself into the buildings it rest upon, creating a bend in the buildings to work as a staging point, shaped perfectly for him.

With the body now aligned with the building behind, and the shafts comfortably resting and occasionally teased by the rough texture of the partially ruined structures, he squat down without hesitation to ram the new toy up the expecting rear. Harsh corners on the top of the rectangular building broke down immediately to the unrelenting body, and the gaping anal region was open to view for those still trapped within the structure if they only gazed upwards through the clear windows. It didn't move nearly as smoothly inwards as did the coagulation of vehicles from before, yet that worked as enough practice for the alien to comfortably and easily slide down. Both heat and the natural caustic liquids which resided inside of the anal region of the alien seemingly secreted through the muscle tissue from the hidden sex organs, which caused the building to take on a rounded shape mere moments after entering the lower portion of the rectum. Tight squeezes only further molded what he could consider a weak metal as he lowered ever further, wrapping the humans inside in a cloak of darkness. The pleasures within coinciding along the shafts on the outside of the body, as the lower one resting began to compress the buildings in a great show of billowing dust and floating papers with other debris. Both lower hands, once either sides could feel the concrete below with his body resting atop, clenched to snap the structure from its foundation and fully push within the newly claimed building. Every simple act which the naturally pulsing flesh exerted upon the building, to continually shape it and bring it further inside the body, brought a smooth and relaxing tinge of pleasure. It seemed to him that the foreplay prior had completely vanished from his physical being, despite remembering the bliss of it all, but he retained the skills necessary to keep a climax at bay.

Despite his extreme actions taking place against the building, which the reptilian creature felt slowly sinking in as his anus enveloped and pulled it inside at this point, it did little to sate the current lust. It wasn't that he didn't find the actions fulfilling, but simply not enough of the humans which he sought to enact vengeance upon felt his effects. Still the feelings couldn't be denied, and as he attempted to stand upwards, the structure within him cracked and tore apart from his inner muscles and body positions manipulating it, and thus a new brand of pleasure hit him. The newly jagged segments, from where it had previously smoothed, prodded and grinded inside. It sent him down to his knees, and those buildings which had previously supported his shafts became utterly demolished as they came crashing down; all the rest of his body smashing down against the metal frames. Instead of righting himself, however, he simply crawled forward while hoisting his torso up while aided with all four of his hands; the feet grinding down behind him, pushing along the buildings which housed humans which saw the terror of a building so near to them having been effortlessly engulfed by the alien's rear. In this position he stayed, for a brief time, watching the scurrying masses in streets further off. This should give them enough time, he thought, to herd elsewhere and follow them after finishing his actions at the current location.

In truth most of the humans who witnessed the four-armed monster's actions had eventually come to find death beneath his feet or elsewhere inside his body. They assumed he'd simply crush down with the broad of the muscular body, flattening several city blocks in one go as they stared upwards at what could be considered a body sculpted beyond that of perfection. What they got to witness instead was the creature slowly shifting his thighs and pushing downwards with his waist, as the shafts bulged in size once more. He thought, after all, if it had been so easy to take an entire building inside of his body from a more receptive end, why not test his male-hood itself. Bringing a single hand down to steady his aim, the lower shaft's urethra began to grow and gape at a rate proportional to how close it came in proximity to a building. Both of them comparatively were near to the same size, yet the lust in his mind knew no restraints.

The next instant nearly caused the giant to lose control in the other three supporting arms, due to the shivering pleasure that took root in his body. His shaft quivered and bulged larger simply from the bliss of the metal structure coming into contact with the very entrance of his urethra, urging him downwards all the quicker. A difference in sensations came readily recognizable as different to pushing a building into his rump, for the much more smooth texture inside the shaft made it seemingly easier to welcome within large amounts of matter, despite being a considerably tighter region. A finger from the hand stretched upwards to give a gentle stroke against the top of the glans while another went down to tenderly grasp at the bulge the building created as it delved further within his body. Every tiny inch that he felt upon it cracking and conforming to the tubular shape of the urethra sent a tingling bliss up along the spine. For the most part the shaft kept its normal form, unrelenting to the size of the object which it consumed, save for the underside; the bottom area of the member became utterly engorged, and this causing the locations to become hyper sensitive to the probing touches of the beast which orchestrated the actions. He could feel a pulsing rhythm occurring inside the urethra as the tunnel within fought and grasped constantly and viciously, claiming all without letting even a single human body tumble back out. Upon reaching the base floor, the gigantic spire of flesh constricted and cut the object of metal away from the ground; it having to bend back and down between his legs somewhat as it fought for space when finally and fully claiming the building within itself.

While chugging down on the structure, the other shaft of the dual-shafted creature took a much different approach to reach a heightened level of activity. While its twin bloated out, the top one stayed relatively the same size as it pushed down upon a neighboring building which presented itself as all the wider, but not as tall. Tensing himself, the future invader ensured that the building would not be engulfed, but rather pressed down from the top. Utilizing the broad roof as a balancing point for just a few seconds he began pushing, which coincided with a sharp thrust of his hips. In that instant the glans pierced downwards through the spine of the building, leaving its walls still standing; the structure being re-purposed from a building filled with humans to that of a cock sleeve for an irate giant. Its new meaning of existence dissipated as quickly as it came however, as the creature bloated out the shaft to match the other. Quicker than his own heartbeat, the building and its walls shattered and rained debris and flailing bodies outwards in each direction, as the girth proved itself to exceed all limitations of integrity. Lowering his arms, and stretching the closest available to that top shaft, the hand cupped just before the glans of the shaft. The member dug down into the concrete street and through the foundations of anything which stood in the way, including that of the confused masses, as he nonchalantly herded and pushed it all within that newly bloated shaft.

Finally bringing his knees down and raising his torso upwards, the monster guided both shafts with a hand to gawk at the handiwork. Nothing, he could imagine, would ever bring him as much pleasure as what he could do to the human race at this point, all the while tending to the two shafts. The upper remained intensely sensitive to even minute vibrations as it worked to bring the long and bulging mass down its form, and the lightly guiding and squeezing fingers from the giant only helped propagate it all. The closer it got to the testicles the greater the sensations became, and even then every single inch seemed to increase them exponentially. Even better for him would be when he felt a body, somehow living, managing to squirm in protest against the urethral flesh before being crushed by the building they once hid within. His lower shaft received much different treatment, as the giant mass of human-made materials stretched the urethral slit to its limits, and for the most part stayed clogging that entrance. A finger of the hand tending to that shaft reached up to begin pushing at the mashed amalgamation. Little extra effort was required by the giant, and this in itself became a pleasing thought. He controlled a mass of objects built strong enough to resist elements and the pull of gravity, yet his sexual acts were enough to bring them down through simple actions.

None of the actions up to this point in time sated his hunger to both enact vengeance and indulge sexual desires. Standing upright once more, both lower hands still guiding and coaxing the engulfed material and bodies down the shafts, he noticed quickly how the same tingling sensations from within his rump disappeared. The building from before simply wasn't enough to give him long-term pleasure it appeared, and thus his eyes drifted across the city to the single largest structure; the only other thing in the human region that stood up to to oppose his height by being just barely as tall as him. Not only that, but he noticed the different manner of its construction; instead of being one giant rectangle, uninspiring and simple, it gradually grew thinner towards the upper floors, as it looked more as though it was built around large tubes, or even akin to several buildings simply being built close enough to be considered as one. Taking but couple steps to reach the building, he stopped to look and realize how tantalizing the design happened to be. Every angle of the tower made it look slightly different as a result, and the dark obsidian coloration reflecting off the windows in the bright sunlight made it all the more attractive.

An attraction it was indeed, which was soon to be claimed by the nearing reptilian-like creature. An idea of how to take it never crossed his mind, as it seemed almost natural by now to break something down to a smaller and more manageable size. Reaching forth with both upper hands, muscles flexing proudly as they swung around in an arch, he gripped near the midpoint of the tower and began to twist. Powerful glass and metal beams resounded their stress from attempting to stay together in the form of loud cracks with tough grinding screeches, before many of the windows in the immediate area shattered. His fingers dug deep into the frame of the building, clenching, not attempting to tear the building apart, but simply to crack it in half. When the proper give could be felt, the stability of the building clearly compromised, he turned his back towards the object of interest. Grasping once more, just from a different angle, the creature bent forward to the building with him in his hands. With just a simple pull and a slight twist more, the building ripped in two, revealing the innards and those still cowering within; those unlucky souls now gaining a front row seat to the horrors which await their fellow kind still trapped in the upper half of the tower.

Angling the structure had become extremely unruly due to its length, but the overall slimmer upper section proved itself a boon in handling. Wasting no time in his efforts, the taller metal rods on top of the building tickled teasingly at the gaping anus before breaking apart to show how feeble of a design choice they seemed to be. Using his bottom hands once again to spread the pronounced rump to ensure an easy passage, he pulled the building quickly and without hesitation. Truly he thought of it no longer as a building but as a very specifically designed toy for his own amusement, as he once again felt the pleasing sensation of his sphincter spreading and accommodating his new asset. The top portion of his new object disappeared swiftly into his body before the tapered effect of the design came into play. It became a much more unique and pleasuring sensation to feel the building grow abruptly in size due to its architecture. Twitching and squeezing the muscles around the structure, he twisted it constantly with quick shoves to feel at it pull and tug at his inner flesh. The section of the building he ripped was being inserted much too quickly for him to indulge for too long, for at this point it was barely any larger than the one from before.

Once his fingers began to press in and feel the warmth of his body, the sexually charged giant angled himself into position to allow the rest of the building to be fully utilized. The entire time those humans who had been left behind stayed in place, either out of fear and denial at the actions taking place above them, but also perhaps thinking the creature had stated himself enough by now. This was found to be a folly train of thought, as all those below got to witness a gaping sphincter between two powerful buttocks eclipse the sunlight and welcome them forth. It became a nearly seamless transition to go straight from the top half to the bottom. With a pleasuring groan, he dropped down with great joy due to feeling how the structure increased in size dramatically at this segment. At this point the building increased in size at a much less predictable rate; before he could simply guess due to how much he had taken in, but the increase in width took place not only at different heights, but at different sides of the four-sided building. He had to stop his descent onto it now and again, simply to allow his body to fully satiate its need to simply feel more. It never became old, the coaxing bliss of the banded muscle conforming and squeezing across the metallic structure to slowly round it down over time and continually attempt to pull it upwards. His stomach region bulged ever so slightly, distending the otherwise perfectly rounded hills that consisted of his abdominal muscles, as his gusto with taking a larger building much more quickly was not only met with him understanding how much room he truly had, but also just how well he could accommodate past that.

Nearly three fourths of the way down, the four-armed creature clenched his eyes while digging his feet harshly into the concrete ground below him. He hadn't forgotten about the material being pulled further into his body from his shafts, but it became more of a background pleasure than the main attraction of the building inside his rump. Now, however, he felt that material sinking deep into the inner plumbing of his body. It came to pass along the equivalent of what would be a prostate, albeit with him there were certainly more than one. With the giant tower of a building taking up so much space in his body already, and the two shafts' bounty intersecting at this point where he already felt the most pleasure, he nearly lost all conscious thought due to the resounding bliss rocketing up through his body. It almost felt as though electricity arced across the outside of his body; so much energy to him being felt as he thrust down all the harsher to elicit a greater escalation of pleasure. Falling down a bit slower now, for his sphincter held fast against the building to elongate the sensations for as long as possible, it came to a point that there was simply no more left for his body to take inside. With two hands massaging up along the stalks of his shafts continually, and with the colon sucking harsh at the structure, he figured it time to finally end it. Clenching down almost in a show of power, the sphincter muscles worked seemingly as incisors to cut through the very base of the building. A tight pull right after allowed his body to secure the toy which had been used, and in that simple movement thousands of lives still searching for escape from the constantly crunching and eroding structure had been claimed. The rough nature of all the metal, combined with the actions taking place naturally inside his body, became simply too much for him to handle. His pleasures finally reached beyond the point of holding back, as he brought himself to stand once more, yet an impending series of powerful blasts overtook him.

The creature simply assumed he had pushed the boundaries of his limits too far for the first time that day, and that he couldn't stay holding back any longer, at least until he recognized the sensations bearing down upon him. Air pressure increased significantly around him as he raised higher into the sky. He was growing again, but for what reason he knew not. Other than that, to him, it felt like the final energies of the time machine from earlier discharged and gave him warrant to finally assume his greatest size. With closed eyes he attuned himself with those energies, and for the first time finally found a gracious pleasure hidden inside of it. Every second counted he felt the muscles in his body bubbling outwards in a soothing fashion, growing incomprehensibly thicker as the bones supporting them grew accordingly. All of the sensations continually changing as time went on, for the buildings within seemed to become lost in the mass of flesh that engulfed them, either disappearing into ambiguity inside either of his testicles, or into the banded folds of the intestinal muscle. Below his feet grew to roll over entire sections of the city, the broad soles encompassing massive sections of ground; what was simply smooth skin for him became giant ravines of scaly texture to those below. Mankind on that day bore witness to something larger than their minds could ever imagine when picturing a living creature.

Opening his eyes, the giant alien gazed downwards before anywhere else. Satisfaction flooded through him from the sights, the likes of which he never thought possible. When he went back in time originally, all he ever wanted was a way to stop man from ever meeting his species in the way which they did. Now, as he lifted a foot barely a couple inches in his perspective, he realized that through his efforts the smaller species would likely never make it beyond the reaches of their own moon. That realization made him gently stepping down, pressing into the earthen crust, all the more pleasing. With one fell swoop he imprinted upon an entire city the mark of his flat, two-toed foot, when at one point in his life all of those buildings towered over him as large metal husks. Everything below just appeared to him as gray and silver dots glittering in sunlight from the reflection of windows, at least beyond the areas which billowing smoke from the destruction had not yet obscured.

Looking upwards the creature managed to gain a new sense of appreciation for his newly gained size. He gained a better perspective for the size of the human's planet which had been mostly foreign to him, for in the direction which he first arrived, he witnessed just how vast the water stretched that he first landed in. Other directions, however, disturbed him greatly. He could very clearly make out the sight of other settlements which humanity had erected, and stretching between them vast links and markings of gray, cutting swathes through the otherwise pristine green coloration the ground took on. Colorful dots marked where tiny structures had been built, likely where many lived and congregated, allowing him to better understand just how great of a population humanity had achieved even before the time which he originated. Just as he realized his job had been nowhere near complete, for a brief moment he worried that perhaps there could be something to stop him in the hours coming. That was until he felt the energy welling up in the air once more. For the first time it didn't focus solely on him, but on pocketed areas around him and off in the distance. Great joy sparked in his heart as he witnessed more of his kind coming forth from the future, materializing out of thin air after a blinding flash of white light. He wasn't alone, and perhaps, they could claim this planet and alter the future enough to ensure none of the sins committed by mankind in space would never come to fruition. The only regret left with him, as a very slight smile formed on his lips while grasping at one of the still erect shafts, was how the rest of his kind wouldn't be able to indulge on the same pleasures that he did.