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Zard @ His player

It was perfect. Everything was exactly as it had been advertised. Your eyes trailed over the majestic and immaculate architecture of the temple. Crafted entirely from the whitest, most polished marble available. Admittedly it could almost be considered simple in its execution. There were no walls, considering that the climate was just about perfect all year around with warm winds and plenty of sunshine, the draft would be quite welcome. The solid, rectangular roof was held up by enormous pillars and statues alike. It was almost akin to ancient Greek architecture in that regard. Except maybe that even they hadn't been so depraved in the depiction of the statues that hefted the ceiling.

After all they were almost perfect copies of yourself. Hulking dragon-beasts, overflowing with sculpted musculature. Bulging pectorals that in their size obscured the view onto their faces, topped off with large, literally rock hard nipples. Rows upon rows of abs that looked like pavement upon the wide road that was your waist. Two thick legs were planted firmly on the ground, obviously the comparison to pillars could be made, considering that they functioned exactly as that. What demanded a lot more attention though where the chiseled genitals, the two testicles that stretched their scrotum and with their weight and size actually touched the ground, along with the massive cock that even flaccid was a third leg. Its tip dragging along with each step. It was impressive to see that whatever artist created these statues even added veins and wrinkles to the flesh.

You could feel a little stir in your loins as you feasted your eyes upon the depictions of yourself, and yet you couldn't help but feel a certain pride that despite this unreal craftsmanship, they were still ultimately less impressive than the original. For example they lacked the flame that burned atop your tail tip and there was none of the thick fur that grew between your pecs and reeked of maleness. Obviously they also had none of the black dragon scales that covered your bulk, and neither did they have the green ones that coated your front. You mused for a few moments and came to the conclusion that it was indeed deliberate. With your black and green, you would stand out in the middle of the temple... your temple. All attention would be on you, for everything else was made to emphasise your presence.

Approaching your temple, you found that the air was practically humming with power and you couldn't help but give a toothy grin. Again it was exactly as advertised. The location for your temple had been chosen with great care. Of course, being situated in a valley that seemed almost like it came out of a storybook was a big plus, but the main focus had been to put it where the most prominent ley lines converged. This was a place of power simply by virtue of its location. And now it was your place.

All thanks to a certain someone. He already awaited you by the stairs that lead up onto the great platform that were the grounds of the temple. With his finely tailored suit and clipboard he looked almost like a real estate agent. Which he was, at least right now. For maybe a moment or two you wondered how he managed to squeeze that outrageous buffness of his four armed form into a suit in the first place, but it was an idle thought anyway that was quickly wiped away as he came towards you with an extended hand. "Zard! A pleasure to see you.", Coatl greeted you with a smirk on his muzzle. "I hope everything is to your liking so far?", he asked as you shook his hand. The grin on your snout was already answer enough, but you nodded nonetheless. "Oh yes, it is. Now I have a proper place where people can worship me as the big beef. You also got me a throne, right?" Coatl did not answer the question and instead lead you up the stairs and into the temple proper.

The steps were large, but for a being of your size easily taken in stride. A normal human might actually have to climb onto each step as they would be about waist high for them. Obviously your attention was on the far end of the temple, thanks to your interest to see your throne. And it actually managed to live up to your expectations. It was massive, solid and again crafted from purest marble, while the actual seating area was laid out with cushions, hopefully made of finest satin. How else would you survive sitting on it for hours? The armrests meanwhile were shaped vaguely draconic and the massive, imposing back loomed above like a tower. A green shining orb was fitted to its top. Even without the glow you could feel the power it possessed. Or rather, drew into itself.

"And it will work like you said?", you said, turning your gaze to the slightly smaller, green dragon that walked beside you. His golden eyes glinted for a moment as he return the look and grinned. "Oh yes, just sitting on it will channel the power into you and slowly make you stronger... Getting people that worship you however will allow for a... quicker conversion... or acquisition? I'm not even sure what word fits, but you know what I mean.", he chuckled then and nodded. "And before you ask, yes, we got the worshippers covered as well. I've sent some missionaries out that spread word of your divinity and that you grant your worshippers strength and success and all that. Some should already be on their way as we speak, so just get comfy and enjoy.", Coatl spoke with an almost insufferably smug tone in his voice. Of course it would have been worse if he gloated, but since everything was entirely to your benefit... why have hard feelings towards him?

"Very good then, and about the... payment...", you said but when you only found empty space where the green dragon had been previously. Spinning around on your heels to see where he went prove to be a slightly miscalculated move. The sheer size of your own endowments developed a considerable momentum with your spin and pulled you a full three sixty even without you wanting it. Though either way, Coatl had mysteriously disappeared.. again. And this time without even using a conveniently placed door. You simply shrugged at that and made your way to your throne. You couldn't quite make a straight beeline for it however, thanks to another prominent feature of your temple that had been overlooked so far because it was laid into the ground. It was a long pool that spanned almost the entire length of the grounds. Starting just a few feet infront of your throne and ending maybe a dozen feet away from the stairs. Several drainage channels were leading off to the sides and off the platform. They were small enough to be easily stepped over, at least for a beast of your size. A regular human might struggle with it, but for that reason there were small bridges leading over them.

Admittedly those would only become relevant once you had filled the pool with your spunk, which would probably take you... maybe an afternoon to do? Other than that, there were several piles of pillows strewn about, usually in the shadow of one of your statues, while braziers would spend light and warmth at night. Other than that, your temple was fairly sparse with decoration, but you didn't mind. After all they would only distract the attention that you so rightfully deserve. After all you were a massive muscle god. Even a casual flex makes you almost explode into every direction with rippling mass. You were quite able to comfortably cuddle up with your own muscles. Your traps were, even relaxed, so big that they loomed over your head, and your arms and shoulders so generously endowed with lifting power that you could even put heavy duty construction cranes to shame. And your powerful legs provided all the power needed to support all that and way more. The last time you did a standing jump straight up in all seriousness you propelled yourself over a ten story office building, and your mass left an impact crater in the asphalt. Somebody objected that using your wings didn't make it a fair comparison, but you swiftly reminded them that you were still a damn dragon, and you only beat them a single time anyway.

Now however those wings remained folded on your back and suddenly the question arose in your mind... Considering the incredible beef of these wing arms that were able to lift a dozen tons of dragon into the air. Would you be able to sit comfortably on the throne without them getting bunched up? The same could count for your tail. The massively muscular and thick appendage that could send vans flying with a single flick. Would it... "Oooh.. nice.", you exclaimed as you came closer to the throne and immediately saw the solution to the problems. The backrest was not quite as solid as it had appeared at first glance. There was a considerable gap left for your tail, enough to even let it swish around idly. Further up, the back started to narrow into an almost hourglass like shape, that would be quite enough space for your wings to poke through if needed.

A low rumble rolled through your massive barrel of a chest as you rested your chiseled ass upon the cushioned throne. Shuffling around a little as you got comfy on and tried several royal poses. Invariably however, your massive genitals hung over the edge, the gentle tug on your groin reminding you of their weightiness. You grinned as you reached forward with one hand and began to stroke yourself off. Of course one hand alone was sorely inadequate for the sheer size of your shaft as it slowly grew erect. Covering feet after feet, and even before you were fully hard, your member was practically hanging into the pool. Well, you might as well get started on filling it while you wait for your first worshippers, no?

When you started to touch your member in earnest however, you felt something curious. Admittedly, it had been there the moment you had rested your rear on the cushions of the throne, but only now was it actually making enough of an impression to come to conscious attention. It was a soft, tingling sensation that ran through your body. Like the feeling of being bundled up in cozy warmth, or the soft tingle of an electrical static. But the moment your hand touched your member, this static was discharged and send a jolt through your cock. You could actually see the faint electrical arcs between your fingers and your member. A roar left your lips as a massive glob of thick, strong reeking pre fired from the shaft as if it was a cannonball leaving the barrel, only to splatter down against the far wall of the pool. The force of impact actually sent splashes soaring high through the sky before they came back down into the pool, or fell down onto the tiles around it.

The black flesh of your member pulsated with your heartbeat, you could feel it practically engorging even further with blood as your hands gripped firmer into the steel hard meat, squishing and kneading it with your powerful digits. If it actually grew or if that was just an illusion created by the heavy throbbing and twitching of the member was hard to tell. However something else was definitely happening, you could feel how your balls grew larger, more voluminous and laden with content. Their increasing weight tugging on the flesh of your scrotum as you masturbated firmer and faster. For a brief moment you silently cursed a lack of arms and wished for another pair so you could play with your hefty balls as well, but instead resorted to using your feet for the task. The soles pressed into the firm orbs, kneading over them as more and more spunk gushed out of your cumpipe. The gentle pressure applied by your feet only gave it even more eagerness to splatter out.

It was amazing to watch, seeing how your pre and cum exploded from your loins at your touch. Much like your hands, your feet also had this impromptu electro stimulating quality to it and that made it all the more appealing to rub into those huge, swelling orbs. It would be bold to say that it made you even harder, considering that you could probably use your dong as a sledgehammer to tear down the pillars and statues already. Or take it as a plough through the surrounding valley. But you were also reaching your climax in tremendous steps. The pleasure continued to mount at those delightful, new sensations. The energy that coursed through your genitals triggered responses that went far deeper into your flesh than the simple mechanical stimulation that the rubbing could provide. You panted heavily, growling even as you arched your back through. Your large feet slammed back onto the ground and you could even hear the solid marble crack at one or two spots, the throne itself prove much more resilient, even as you pressed your back against it, it didn't budge, it didn't even groan underneath the force you exerted on it.

Your growls and panting culminated in a roar as the feeling of release surged through your member. Endorphins poured through your body, immediately kicking your mind into a delightful high. The groaning and trembling of your massive sack went almost unnoticed by you under the sensation of feeling your cumpipe stretch against your fingers. It bloated thicker, the flesh groaning in protest as it braced itself to face the pressure that was rushing through your pipe. But like your throne, you were resilient, your pipe bloated to accommodate, giving the member an almost crescent shape from how much your urethra expanded, and yet the cock remained a rigid bar of maleness. Then for a few moments everything before you became white. A sudden, but brief thrill of panic snuck in as you feared that the ceiling might have come down. But that was of course just an unreasonable little thought. You knew well enough what actually happened. If the glob of pre earlier had been a cannonball, this here was a double helping of canister shot on top of that. Your cum flung out in thick ropes, that an onlooker might almost consider to be a solid beam of seed, while stray strands flew off to the side, colliding with each other and landing pretty much wherever they wanted. Still, most of your seed actually hit the pool. And it was filling up shockingly fast.

Your muscles tensed, surged and rippled in involuntary flexing as you climaxed. It was an incredible sensation, the height of pleasure was just maintaining itself with no effort on your part. But effort was still involved. You could feel it. You could feel the energy of the orb above radiate around you. Its energy seeping into your body, caressing your form and easing and preventing any fatigue that such a monstrous release might bring with it. It was feeding your climax, and at the same time... you could feel that it was feeding on your spilled seed in turn. Mutually beneficially without doubt. Your balls continued to feel heavy, as if the release was not at all diminishing the contents in any way, and in fact the sensation of your testicles becoming even heavier made it clear that your productivity was only increasing. This time there was also no doubt about member becoming bigger and thicker as your grip around it became ever more precarious. But not only your genitals, your muscles were also growing, fed with power, basking in energy, they continued to expand and you could feel how your form grew to fit better onto your throne. Admittedly, it were only inches. But inches into every direction. It was enough to have your pecs start to obscure your downward vision to a worrying degree. You could also feel how your thighs started to press against the solid armrests and immediately you began to wonder just how long this throne was supposed to last. You doubted it would be more than a week. Maybe even less.

Rope after rope of jizz blasted from your rod, your swelling balls ensuring that each was larger and more copious than the previous one. Each of these blasts managed to add another layer to the pool and by now it was enough that a full grown man would be submerged in it completely if his feet were planted firmly on the ground. That meant that about three more were left to go. Considering that the pool was also around the size of a football field, that's not bad for a single climax, and you were still going strong at this point. Your hands had left your member and were by now only holding tight onto the armrests, as if there was any chance that you would fall off it. Though as things stood, that was a more likely thing to happen than you being able to rein in that massive fire hose that was wildly erupting with your seed. You couldn't help but grin at the sight, the sound of the sloshing gallons of cum that splashed into each other, disrupted again and again by the stream of additional spunk, all the while the air was becoming more saturated with your pheromones and thanks to the open nature of the building, everyone around would soon know your scent.

Admittedly, you ended up losing track of time for a little. It was so easy to immerse yourself into the sensation of something that is meant to last only for a few seconds at most, but was drawn out for... well that was the question now, wasn't it? It could have been a minute, it could have been five. It could also have been a full hour. It was probably easier to tell that whatever time had passed, the pool was now pretty much filled to the brim, and you were growling deeply, occasionally stroking your member still to have another pang of pleasure surge through it on the currents while the seed started to drip down the drains specifically designed for just this. It just so happened to coincide with not only your climax finally, slowly dying down to a still fairly considerable dribble... and the arrival of the first worshippers. For maybe a moment you could see heads peeking over the last step, only to disappear momentarily again as a wave of cum washed over the floor and down those stairs. It seemed like the drains weren't entirely sufficient to keep up with your productivity already.

Needless to say that it was probably the perfect way to show off to your worshippers. After all being swept away by the seed of a god of virility was a pretty strong sign, no? You reclined on your throne, watching with a grin as you could hear the faint protesting from the other side of the temple. It wasn't exactly aimed at you from what you could tell, more their own inability to hold on to the smooth marble. Before long however, they made it onto the temple grounds, and you were pleased by what you saw. Sure, they were only two, but you had no doubts that their quality would make up for their quantity. It was a wolf and a bear, both taller than a human, if not by much, and quite on the muscular side. Trained athletes one might think. At least the wolf. The bear looked more like a strongman, thick limbs and a bit of a belly. It could well be genetics too, given the predisposition of their races.

The only thing that mattered to you however was their willingness to worship you and so you watched them intently as they made their way closer towards you. It was curious to see how their path split right away as the wolf approached from the left side of the pool and the bear from the right side. And the impunity with which they moved, as if they thought you but a regular mortal. With a gesture you motioned them to stop and then followed it up with a dismissive finger point back to the start of the pool. "Go for a swim. Show me who of you is more capable... and drink in deep while you're at it," you ordered with a deep bellow. Immediately the two furred ones froze up, maybe more startled by the volume of your voice than proper awe, but that would be something you can work on relatively soon. Then they looked at each other with a questioning expression and you let out a low sigh. If this was the quality of worshippers around here... "The winner will be rewarded.", you snarled then. Why does it always need a carrot on a stick? Can't they see your obvious superiority? After all neither of them even reaches up to your knee. The pair should be quaking in their non-existent boots before you.

Be as it may, the promise of a reward got a lot more willingness into the two and they hurried back to the start of the pool with wide strides. The wolf in particular showed a good deal of enthusiasm there, but it would remain to be seen if that was a good thing or not. The bear meanwhile seemed a little more reluctant, or maybe his approach was simply more cautious to not slip on any of the seed that had overflowed from the pool. You watched with furrowed brows as they took positions at the far end of it and then gave a nod, along with a snap of your fingers. "Go.", and with that the race was on. The wolf's reflexes lent well to his head start as he gracefully leapt forward and dove into the seed. A wet squelching noise followed as his upper body disappeared into the white spunk. But it suddenly stopped abruptly as the resistance he encountered was... surprising, which left his legs and tail stuck out and kicking air. The bear meanwhile was not quite as fast, he noticed what happened to the wolf, but it was already too late to stop his own momentum as he went for a slightly less graceful bellyflop into the sludge. Except that his movement stopped after a little distance in. In many ways it was like syrup, that only became more viscous the deeper you sank into it.

In a way that made advancing harder and easier at the time. For one they had actual resistance to grip into and pull forward, while the same resistance made getting ahead that much more tasking. You could watch how the wolf slowly sunk deeper into your seed. The thickness made it hard to tell what was going on, but you assumed that he was burrowing his way ahead. The bear meanwhile struggled a tad more. They were natural swimmers, but this was hardly a natural environment to swim in. And so both of them remained in a somewhat even footing. The bears superior musculature allowed him to pull himself farther, while the wolf's slightly smaller profile caused less resistance when he moved. Halfway through you could already see that both were gasping heavily, slowly getting overwhelmed by the powerful stench of your scent and you could even hear the burps coming from the bear as he had apparently gulped down too much of your spunk. You leaned a little forward in you throne, the grand muscles of your form groaning ever so slightly, as you watched how the bear was actually making a brief detour to hold on to the side of the pool, almost as if he wanted to tap out of the race.

The smirk on your muzzle was not because you were amused. The bear saw that too and he quickly tried to get back into the race, but he had already lost. The advantage he had given to the wolf was simply too great. By the time he had finally reached the other end of the pool, the canine had already prostrated himself before you. His face pressed against the marble while his fur was coated in the thick whiteness of your spunk. In fact it was such a dense covering that it became impossible to tell the original hue of his pelt. You were pleased to see that his belly too was swollen from the thick batter he had swallowed. The bear was panting as he joined the wolf and fell onto his knees before you. "Very well. As you, without doubt, know; I am a god of fertility, but also of strength. Strength of body, strength of mind, strength of... faith.", you proclaimed before the two. Your gaze then drifted to wolf. "You have shown that you possess at least two of those qualities.", you said and even though the canine didn't dare to raise his gaze to meet yours, he knew that you addressed him with your words.

"You however...", your tone was a bit more stern as you turned to look at the bear, and he actually managed to withstand your gaze, and that gave you a momentary pause. "Also seem to have two of them. I will require another test to see who of you is superior and truly worthy of becoming my first worshipper... my prophet." The silence afterwards would have been nearly deafening, weren't it for the dripping noise of the seed that slowly spurted out of your shaft and into the pool. And the soft groaning that came from the two mammals at your feet. Slowly, as their bodies digested your seed, they began to grow. Packed full with power, part of your godly essence, it now imparted this strength upon them. The wolf shivered as his muscles tensed, grew and swelled. Soon he was no longer just athletic, but a proper bodybuilder. Wide, heavily muscled shoulders, arms that were as thick as a human's chest and legs that were even wider than that all attached to a proper barrel of a chest. The canine sheath had also swollen larger. And how it had! After all the maleness was the most direct representation of strength and fertility, and as such it gained the most. The fat pouch was parted already and even though it had grown, it was now little more than an all-natural cockring around the base of the bloated canine shaft that was standing at full mast. The bulbous knot constricted by the inadequate sheath, probably forcing the wolf to bear that erection forever from now, not that you minded it at all. It was a pleasing sight, seeing how the red tip was smothered between his pecs as he pressed it against the ground. You heard his muffled, needy whine only thanks to your sharp ears. And with balls as big as watermelons, that need had to be immense. Although that comparison was faulty, the wolf had gained in height as well, easily a meter or two, which would make him tower above his peers like the superior specimen he was. That however meant that his balls were actually closer to beachballs in size.

The bear on the other hand was growing too, much like the wolf into all directions as well. Unlike the wolf however, he had already been very muscular to begin with and that became even more apparent now as he swelled larger and thicker. Where the wolf's arms ended in size, his began and indeed before long they were more akin to the wolf's legs in their girth and indisputable power. The ursine legs meanwhile had become trunks of the staunchest oak tree there had been. His large belly swelled even bigger however, giving him the unjust appearance of being grossly obese, even though it was merely caused by his abs becoming incredibly overdeveloped and causing his stomach to dome up further. Much like the wolf, his genitals were also growing quite impressively, although his shaft did not make it up to his pecs. That wasn't however due to its inadequate size, but instead due to the exceeding size of the aforementioned belly that forced it to remain jutting forward like the tip of a battering ram. The testicles that provided the fuel for this ram were easily competing with the wolf's genitals in size as well. A closer inspection however might have revealed that of the two, the wolf had the bigger junk.

Either way, the only real siege equipment here was your own tool, but for their size, they were well endowed and that gave you the idea you needed. "Now, to test your cunning, and your conviction. Show me who of you is the greater dominator, who of you is capable to force the other into submission.", you spoke and licked your lips in anticipation of the show. The bear however regarded you with a bit of confusion in his gaze as he looked up. "Wait, what do you mean?", he asked without even stammering. But that only allowed the wolf to get in the first shot as the canine practically leaped at him, smacking a fist square against the chiseled jaw of the bear. It was mostly by this surprise that the bear actually fell onto his side, allowing the wolf to stand over him and gloat. "What could he possibly mean? We fight until one of us can't any longer.", the wolf snarled and the bear glared up at him, spat out onto the marble and then with a speed that was surprising for such a giant, he shot back up from his sitting position, his muscles groaning as they worked, moving into position like the crack of a whip. The wolf quickly found himself embraced by the bear in the most painful of ways. The enormous trunks of arms wrapped around his chest, squeezing him so hard that the bones rubbed together with enough pain that he yelped out like a wounded welp. By all rights, the wolf should have passed out within moments, and yet he continued to struggle against the physical superiority of the bear, even as his feet left the ground, lifted higher by the strength of the ursine.

The wolf was not entirely without defense however as his clawed feet kicked against the bear's legs, belly and even genitals. The latter however only seemed to serve for further arousal than to inflict enough pain to make the bear flinch. The sheer hardness of that dong and the firmness of the belly however allowed for quite an amazing interaction as the wolf managed to find enough purchase with his foot to actually push himself upward in order to slam his forehead right into the bear's face. While he missed the nose by maybe an inch, there still was a crack however and the ursine growled in pain, stumbling back and losing his grip on the wolf. The canine however took no moment of respite, the moment his feet touched the ground, he already moved to take advantage of the bear's opening. He hooked one of his legs behind that of the bear, slamming his heel solidly onto the ground and then gave a shove, tripping the ursine and making him fall back with the momentum of his own bulk. Not to mention that the thick seed that coated both of them made it all the easier to slip in the first place. Most likely it was even the reason why the grip of the bear had not crushed the wolf as the spunk simply made it almost impossible to retain the friction needed.

That very same property also resulted in the wolf's next maneuver not coming out quite the way he had planned. It was apparent that he had wanted to jump, no doubt to slam down his elbow onto the bear's exposed breast, but a puddle of your batter resulted in his paw instead sliding away underneath him, turning his jump into a tumble that landed him right on the bear's generous belly. The pair let out a collective grunt as their oversized genitals collided just as the rest of them did. The canine prick rubbing forcefully against the bear's lance, both of them forced to press and grind together by the two bodies that acted as the proverbial rock and hard place. It was a surprising distraction to both of them and the wolf quickly struggled to straighten himself, but his paws kept slipping in the puddle beneath the bear. His attempts only served to continue rubbing his genitals into the bear's damp, clinging fur and before the canine knew what was happening, he already howled out as thick ropes of his seed fired from his shaft, arcing high through the air as he rubbed up against the crease of the bear's tummy. The wolfish spunk came right back onto the bear's face, splattering down onto and around, filling his nostrils with the musk of the wolf, who was slowly, barely finding purchase on the ground again as his paw-pads displaced enough of your sludge to actually stand on the ground again.

Bewildered by what had happened, the wolf paused but the bear used that opportunity to swipe the seed off his face once more before he came back onto his feet as well, then their fight continued. But you could already see it, what just happened was only the beginning as their wrestling wasn't quite an actual fight anymore. Sure they still tried to get a grip on each other, as their slickened bodies rubbed and pressed against each other, but it looked more like they were just groping into each other's muscles now. Their hands doing more of exploration into the definition of the other than to try and find a hold to use as leverage. Even their shafts continued to collide, maybe accidents at first, but it soon became deliberate. And it was quite visible why as with their growing lust, their need, fueled the balls of both and made them swell with increasing potency. It was maybe a subtle sensation, something a lesser being had not picked up on, but you did. You could feel how lust overtook their minds, and so did the orb. During all of this display, the orb had continued to feed, in a way that had rendered no harm unto anyone. It simply took the energy released in this act of worship and made it usable. Either way, you were pleasantly surprised that they had lasted this long, after all prolonged exposure to your musk and seed would fog anyone's mind with desire. And at no point had this fight truly been a contest of physical strength. It was to see who had the stronger spirit, and now it would seem that both of them succumbed at the same time. Oh well, there was still the last part, to see who would actually be the dominant one.

You received your answer almost moments later. With almost no warning whatsoever, at least for the wolf, the bear combined the motion of stepping back and spinning around, dropping onto all fours and presenting his impressively huge rear to the wolf. Obviously it would be false to assume that the bear's ass was plump and soft. Those doming glutes were raw, powerful muscle, like most on the ursine. The wolf grinned wide as he gripped hard into those muscles, squeezing the butt as he brought his large member to bear against the fleshy ring of the bear's entrance. Again the comparison to a battering ram could be made, assailing the gate of a castle. Except that this gate willfully opened. A deep, pleased moan came over the bear's lips as the heated, canine member sunk deep into his bowels, straightening them a good bit over the girth and length. The wolf's hands continued to knead into the muscles, unaware that they would soon become his. Well, most of them anyway, you would take your just due as well.

While the two mammals gave in to their throes of passion, a sardonic grin danced over your muzzle as you let your magic get to work. Aided by the orb, the task at hand was laughably easy, you could have done it in your sleep, or utterly distracted by something else. It was second nature, almost. As such, it bordered onto the devious in its subtility.

Each time the wolf plunged deep into the bear and spurted half a gallon's worth of pre into his innards, he took inches off the bulk and added them to his own, with another inch going to yourself as a... tax, so to speak. Both of them were too lost in lust to properly notice it happening. The only thing the wolf felt was that the bear's ass was getting tighter with each thrust, while the bear felt the intruding cock plunge deeper, as if growing. He had no idea that it was actually exactly what happened. The wolf snarled in response, feeling greater and greater resistance to his plowing, which he of course offset by ramming himself even harder, even more forcefully into the bear. Before long the shrinking ursine was practically getting fucked into the ground by the growing monster of a wolf. Only when the wolf found that his fingers suddenly started to fully encompass the ass that previously he had not managed to cup even half of, did he open his eyes. If he could have seen himself from the outside, he would have noticed that they glowed in a faint, green shine. He let out a surprised grunt as he saw that the bear was maybe half of what he had been before, it took him a look to the side, to you, to notice that he had gained in size as well.

Had he been just shy of two meters upon his arrival and received a boost to nearly three after the swim through your seed, he was now rapidly nearing the four meter mark. His former companion on the other hand had been reduced to his previous size, the one he had when he arrived. The disparity was incredible, the physique of the wolf was that of their enhanced bodies combined, and he was double the height on top of that. His arms, if he were to flex them, were already larger than the bear. His legs utterly stumped such comparisons. It didn't matter though, the only thing that was really important though was what the canine monster-cock did to the poor bear, after all the shaft had grown to the size that rivaled his former companion, then rival. The ursine was stretched over the enormous cock, the ass spread wide by the beginnings of the knot while his belly and even ribcage were forced to bloat and stretch to accommodate for all the cockflesh rammed into him. By all right, he should have been squished to a lifeless husk by now, the innards pulped by the invading shaft, and yet he was not only still moving, but moaning in unfettered lust. If there had been any lucid thought in the wolf's mind right now, even a spark of reason, he might have stopped with his insane pummeling of the diminutive figure of the bear. But his loins, his lust demanded release, and he was so, so very close to it. Just one... two more thrusts...

The howl that came over the wolf's lips was impressive to say the least, it actually made the marble vibrate a little and waves ran over the surface of the pool. The wolf came with the force of a flood, unleashed by a broken dam. In a sense that was true, given that at the start, the bear's cheeks had inflated in a cartoonish fashion, before he couldn't hold it anymore and the wolf's spunk flooded out of the bear's maw and nostrils. The bear had been drained of so much size, of so much mass, that he now seemed more like a furry condom, stretched over the enormous dick that penetrated him fully. But that was not his final fate. As the wolf had gripped his shaft, howling out his climax and firing a volley of seed with so much force it left the temple and splattered down somewhere beyond the platform, the form of the bear was starting to diminish in it's entirety. The limbs receded, regressed and slowly lost their shape as they sunk into the flesh of the wolf's cock. From one moment to the next, the pelt of the bear was gone, similarly having been consumed into the canine member. It was the head that retained definition for the longest, but even it disappeared, vanishing into the cockhead that had speared so entirely through the ursine. The whole finish of the process was done within seconds of the wolf's climax and the canine spent nearly a minute doing nothing but spilling the seed that was provided by the enormous jugs of balls that touched the ground, their size so great, they solidly planted upon the floor. But as his raging orgasm continued, his testicles slowly shrunk, ever so slightly, but even then they still remained well beneath his knees, closer to his ankles. The orbs alone were already as big as a person. His paws solid stompers that could crush torsos beneath them. His legs solid pillars that would be able to kick in steel doors. His ass two solid hills of muscle that rolled with each step and between them a tailhole that could possibly even accept your grand member. The torso above was powerful to say the least, again it could be called a barrel, but not a simple keg that you could find just anywhere. No, it was now greater, like those found in breweries, used to store hundreds if not more liters. His pecs jutted forth far enough that it would be almost impossible for him to see the ground directly in front of him.

Yes, he would make a fine servant. "You have done well, you shall have my blessing.", you proclaimed with a grin, looking at the wolf who was now tall enough that he nearly met your crotch at eye level... while you were sitting. He on the other hand still looked a little... befuddled maybe, possibly exhausted, definitely however quite pleased with how he was looking now. It was a side effect that not even you had expected, but as he had grown, the colour of his fur had changed. He was now snow white, just as white as the marble, or your seed. His eyes however a near solid green, much like the scales that graced your chest. "I... I thank you... my lord.", he muttered after a brief delay and then a smile formed on his muzzle. "How may I serve you?"

Obviously there was immediately the temptation to have him suck you off, after all, he was big enough for that. But there was more you wanted of him. After all, you had a bit of a long term goal, didn't you? To get as many worshippers as you possibly can, to become as big as you possibly can with their help. It was deviously easy really. You smirked back at him, your head resting on the palm of your hand, elbow placed on the rest of your throne. It was a gesture that, despite being so simple, was becoming increasingly hard to do. With your muscles swollen and bulged up as they were, your thick, chunky forearm was practically grinding into your pecs to be able to reach your head. "Hmm, I have made you my Prophet, the living example of the rewards I offer. And, like any god, I desire more worshippers. I would think that it is clear how you have to serve me. Perform well, and I will reward you further."

The wolf nodded slowly, you could almost see how his brain was working inside his skull. But it was one of the advantages of growth, a larger brain, which came with benefits when used properly. The canine seemed to know how to use it properly given that he soon nodded more fervently and smiled up at you. "I shall go at once, I will be back before nightfall." Considering that it was already early afternoon, he set himself a rather narrow window of time if he wanted to make it back to his hometown and then return here. Although there was little doubt, with the size, strength and endurance you had bestowed upon him, that he himself would be capable of such a feat and still have plenty of time left. The question was if the worshippers he wanted to bring would be capable of it as well. You were curious to see it, for it would be a good testament to their worth and so you dismissed your Prophet with a nod and a simple hand gesture. Given the bounds and leaps he used to leave your temple, it was impressive that he didn't slip on a cumpuddle yet again.

It was even more impressive how successful he turned out to be. In conjunction with the word that Coatl had spread and the physical proof that he was, people flocked to your temple by the droves. Within the first day, you had an entire village's worth of worshippers as the wolf had indeed brought everyone from his home. The next day they became even more, for rumours seemed to spread quite quickly. There was a smug grin plastered onto your face for most of the time as all these people cowered before you, some more daring individuals moved in to rub your paws, while you allowed some, that you had given your blessing, to even climb onto you to try their best to massage your enormous muscles. Another day passed and the number of people reached a point where it became exceedingly crowded in your temple. It was the day you decided to give all of them the chance to... properly showcase their dedication towards their god and master.

Again you let them engage in competitions, wrestling, swimming and straight up fucking each other into submission. For many of them it was a bit of a shock to learn that the victor would absorb the loser. Had they been in a more reasonable state of mind, they might have found it appalling even. But as it stood, your presence skewed with their perception. Not only because of the pheromones you excluded, but also due to the power you radiated. And the subtle influence of the orb that you had learned to guide. Interacting with the orb had become easy, if not even simple, much as if it was but an extension of your being.

By the end of the day, the crowd had thinned and made way for larger, stronger and more dedicated followers, each of them enthralled by the strength and size of their bodies. During the night, your temple was resounding with howling, roaring and cries of carnal pleasure as they gave in fully to their overwhelming lust. The air was thick not only with the stench of sex, but it was also buzzing with an energy that only you and the orb could detect. The divine spark that every sentient being carried within it. The drive and desire to create. It was a source of energy like no other. You had already tapped into it, the energy that the orb slowly drew it into itself, sapping it from those that worshipped you. However, they surrendered it willingly with their worship, even though none of them were likely to know that they did just that.

Either way, you were so much more capable of putting it to a good use than they were. After all your drive and desire to create was unmatched in this world. Even though it was the desire to create more of yourself, swelling your mass to fill space with more of your glorious form. Best of all though, you had an impressively large source before you. Each time two of your worshippers had merged into one, their spark had flared, and your body had basked in that power. As huge as your throne was, it barely fit you now. The armrests were cracking and crumbling with each little shift of your huge hips as the immense thigh muscles pressed into the solid rock, exerting such powerful forces upon it in such casual and constant ways that it was barely able to resist you for much longer.The backrest similarly began struggling with the enormous weight of your chest. Weren't it for your thick neck that was almost serpentine in its length, you would have been unable to look over your chest. And said neck was already longer than the smaller worshippers you had. The shelves of your pecs provided enough room that they could work as a rest for even the larger ones, which were double or triple the size of a regular human.

But it had to be said. You were slowly growing bored of this. As entertaining it had been, to watch them fight in your name, to feel how their bodies rubbed themselves over and against your enormous prick, which even flaccid would now drape over the ground, but fully erect as it was almost covered the pool entirely in length and girth. Their endeavours to massage and polish your scales, which were now shining and were clean like rarely before, and having their hands worship your enormous paws that could cover them by the droves.

It was now getting rather boring, the repetition of days upon days of worship, in which you barely had to move and yet had all your wishes fulfilled.

You pondered a little more, rumbling deeply as you pushed your paw forward, having six of your quite large worshippers trapped under your sole within the instant. It would be but a minor exertion of force on your part to end their existence immediately. Of course you didn't, you merely allowed the weight of your foot to rest on them to make sure that they knew of what could be however.

The realization struck you like lightning, and it actually made you physically shudder a little... or maybe one of those bulky guys under your foot hit a ticklish spot... your attention was elsewhere. It was too slow, that's what is bothering you. The gains were constant, but simply... too slow for your liking. You needed more worshippers, a great many more in fact.

The entire world had to worship you.

You let out a low rumble as you reached for your prophet, being the most blessed of your followers, he was a giant compared to them, a walking mountain of muscle and cock. And yet he was just barely big enough to have his head touch your cock when standing upright and in fact he was burying his face into the crease between shaft and balls, worshipping both parts of your enormous maleness. Your huge hand gripped around his waist and effortlessly pulled him out from down there as if he was but a doll as you set him onto your leg instead. Of course all his attention was immediately with you... it had never left you really. "What can I do for you, my lord?", he chimed, or at least it would have been had his voice not been an incredibly deep, sonorous baritone. Obviously not quite as deep or sonorous as your own. "I demand more worshippers. My flock must expand.", you told him and his expression turned into one of... slight confusion. "But I already brought you everyone from the surrounding villages, they're all here.", the wolf explained but you simply shook your head to cut him off. "No... not all. There are cities and lands beyond this, and they don't even know of me yet. I can't let it stand like that. We shall travel to the closest... major city at once. Or better yet... where is the capital of your land? It is time for a change of leadership."

Assembling your worshippers didn't take long, after all they were all here and basically just waiting for orders from you. With an ominous, groaning sound you stood up, those under your paws having vacated their spots on your orders, and you rose to your full height. Breathtaking would have been an apt description for your immensity. Those statues that held up the ceiling, as exaggerated as they might have been at some point, were now woefully inadequate to truly compare to you. They were superior only in height, but even that wouldn't remain given another few days. At first you hadn't even quite reached their knees, being halfway between those and ankle, now however you stood up to be well on eye level with their pectorals. Indeed, you were slowly growing too large for your own temple, and you loved it.

"You.. will come with me.", you said seemingly to no one in particular, but in fact meant the orb that had sat atop your throne.

Turning around however to take it prove to be a ... perilous idea. Your enormous schlong was not only long enough to reach those statues that supported the ceiling. It was also girthy and massive enough that the motion of turning around imbued it with a sheer disastrous amount of momentum and force. The front portion of your shaft, just beneath the glans, crashed right into one of those massive marble legs, broke it and kept right on going, trashing the stone scrotum before going right through the second leg, all without noticeably slowing down. A cacophony of panicked shouts and crumbling stone followed as the entire statue came apart, bereft of its solid foundation. Most of it simply landed where the feet used to be, but one of the marble hands fell particularly far and landed right on your chest, as if to grope it. Obviously you only felt a little thud through your massive musculature. The entire idol... the whole temple could collapse onto you and you wouldn't be any worse for the wear.

Given however that the integrity of the temple seemed to have not been diminished at all, shone quite a positive light onto the architect, as did the fact that removing the orb from the throne required actual effort on your part. It's fixture seemingly made of a material that was no doubt retrieved from the heart of a sun... or a similar place where such high durability could be found.

"I have a better spot for you.", you chortled and then placed the orb, which was merely a marble in your huge hand, right between your pecs. Immediately you wondered if that was the right decision as it felt like a freight train just hit you right on. One that was appropriate for your size that is, a real one would have crashed into your balls and totaled itself while merely giving you a nice tickle. No, this felt like the fist of another god had come down with all the force that orbital reentry brought with it. Your vision blurred as the wind was knocked out of your lungs. Your chest burned with a sensation that was.. rather painful, and yet somehow pleasurable as well. A groan rolled through your body and you realized that the burning sensation you felt was in fact that very thing. The orb was practically melting your scales, but you could feel that it was all in order to merge with your power. Your hands involuntarily clenched into fists as the raw energy flooded through your body, it coursed through your veins and seemed to engorge and swell them, to the point that they actually popped out quite visibly.

The sheer sensation as all this power, energy flooded through you, saturating your muscles and supercharging your already abnormal virility almost caused you to double over. Loud cracks announced tears and fissures as the marble floor gave way beneath your massive paws. The toe claws digging into the stone, ripping it apart as you hunched over. Your chest swelling with more power, your arms gripped by pulses of growth. Then your back arched through, the enormous musculature exploding as your wings grew to sheer gargantuan sizes, their tips touching the ceiling before they had to stretch out. It actually started to look like they would be able to support your size for proper flight. You couldn't help but let out a tremendous roar as you reared back up again. Your throne exploded, turning into shrapnel that thankfully exited the backside of your temple, rather than shredding its way through your followers, and it took you maybe the fraction of a second to realize that the shockwave that was created by you roaring out had such a marvellous effect on solid stone already. You hadn't even used any of your special powers, even something as simple as a shout from you could already undo the works of man.

You grinned wide, the orb nestled in between your pecs, now having become a part of your body in the same way that your scaley hide was one, or other more internal bits. However you could intimately feel the energy that resonated within it and that now pulsed through your body, building up and amplifying your own power for the inevitable crescendo that would seal the fate of this world. You could barely await it as you clutched your fist and flexed the arm, making the biceps dome enormously. You couldn't even see past it until you relaxed it again. The grin on your muzzle widened, became almost vicious, you could see how your worshippers looked upon you in such awe that it bordered onto pure terror. "It is time.", you growled with a downright demonically deep voice.

The journey to the capital was maybe a day's journey. You could have done it within an hour, maybe two if you took your time. However since you took your retinue along, you had to accommodate for the slowest member, and after a while you entertained the idea to pose it as a challenge to them. They would race to the city, as fast as they could, while you would stroll after them, and devour the slowest every few minutes. As appealing as the idea was, you realized that you would probably run out of worshippers, before they ran out of distance to cover. However, your opinion quickly changed when you found that someone actually wanted a rest. Considering the gifts you had given them, they should be able to run without pause for days to come, and someone... wanted a rest... after but a few hours. Sadly, he wasn't even of sufficient size to make a satisfying snack, which was part of what changed your mind as you made your new decree, that those who weren't fast enough to remain ahead of you would be devoured.

You arrived just before noon at the outskirts of the city, only short about a dozen of your followers and having passed farmsteads and smaller outposts, which you ignored in favour for the much grander price that was the capital itself. It's great towers, castles and other notable architecture like cathedrals and statues were easily visible to you, but so were you to them. And your arrival seemed to cause quite a panic as caravans and traders all hurried to get right back into the gate they just left, along with all kinds of other travellers. Though a significant number of them found themselves locked out and left before you. It was... in some way rather amusing, that these gatekeepers thought that locking their fancy door would keep you out of the city. The entire gatehouse was barely even and the guards on top of it were in fact eye level with you. "You know that this won't stop me, right?", you chortled and leaned forward to huff a cloud of smoke into the guards faces. One of them already fell over from sheer fright and his compatriots didn't seem to fare much better, frozen in terror as they were.

Those who had been outcast down at your feet fared little better. Some had attempted to slip past your enormous body, only to find themselves encircled by the wall that your followers created. Individually they were beneath your notice, even the pack animals they used barely managed to reach above your toes, let alone coming close to your ankles even. You would have noticed stepping on them just like you would have noticed stepping on blades of grass. Which is to say, not at all. The gatehouse meanwhile seemed rather inviting as a makeshift fleshlight. Your enormous shaft, huge as it was, could have easily punched through the gate and ground up the street with little problem. The guards on the gatehouse were still busy staring in awe upon your body and you couldn't help but grin wide. "If you're not going to open it for me, then you sure won't mind when I do it myself?", you chortled deeply, but before you actually took a step, you showed those traders at your feet that you had noticed them after all as you announced to your followers to herd them along, you wanted them for the... show.

And then you took a step forward. The ground quaked underneath your massive paw, those merchants directly in front of you screamed and ran or dove to the sides. Judging by the sensations that you felt beneath your foot and the sudden cut-off of some of those voices, you could tell that they clearly misjudged either your size or their capabilities, or maybe both. Obviously, your member made first contact with the gate, and it was an almost comical 'bonk' sound as your cockhead slammed against the wood. However, you did not allow for any recoil as you took another step forward, driving your hips and with that your shaft further onward. For a few brief moments, your cock actually started to bend upwards, before you flexed it, sending a powerful surge, a mighty throb, through it and reaffirming its firmness. The gate stood valiantly, but it was mere wood and metal, and within moments it started to creak loudly. You leaned forward, then a little more, and a tad further. The creaking became louder, and ominous groan was heard, the guards atop the gate were shouting, ringing an alarm bell or simply running away, yet one remains that still gawked at you, or rather at your dick. He had leaned perilously far over the battlements just to stare at your shaft as the gate slowly buckled. Your member akin to a battering ram, except that you didn't need to ram repeatedly as the wood already bulged inwards. Then with a thundering crack, like a cannon shot, the wings of the door flung open, slamming into the sides of the gatehouse and making it tremble. The guard was so baffled, he didn't even scream as he fell down the wall, though that kind of changed when he was caught by one of your followers, a quite enormous and stark naked stag who was grinning at the man with a rather lewd expression... the size difference was what made it worrisome, to some at least.

Obviously, you did not care, you merely grinned as you walked on, the step you did maybe a little more forceful than it needed to be, but you had to compensate for leaning forward after all. Your pecs were the next to make contact with the wall, colliding with the walkway above the gate, but this time you did not stop walking, and so the stone was confronted by the irresistible force. Obviously it wasn't an unmovable object, and so it went the way of the inevitable. The building groaned, broke, pulverized and bounced off your massive chest, shortly before you kicked the sides out of it as your massive thighs needed to fit in as well. After all you were more or less square shaped, with how incredibly wide your build was, and your shoulders and hips were broader than the gate allowed for. After some readjustments however, you passed it easily and made your way further into the city.

It was almost like they expected you, of course they had been alarmed and so they did kind of expect a danger, people were clogging the streets as they attempted to run from you and your followers. But no, this went beyond that. The streets were... incredibly wide. You could easily walk next to an exact copy of yourself and still have... a tiny bit of space left. In a strange way it struck you as peculiar, but you didn't mind as you looked around, taking a gander over the city that was now yours, even though they didn't know it quite yet. Most of the buildings, as far as you were able to see, were merely two stories tall, meaning that they just barely grazed the lowest row of your abs with their angular roofs. But you could see a good few churches, a larger fortress like structure, probably some irrelevant garrison, and finally the castle itself, which was in the center of it all, with a very sizeable plaza in front of it. The perfect spot to make your announcement.

You walked onward, right through the crowd that somehow managed to choke this wide street, maybe it was the abundance of market carts and other stands that funneled the people to such a degree, but you didn't care. Not too much anyway, admittedly you still placed your steps to avoid crushing 'too many' of them, after all it would be a waste of perfectly good worshippers otherwise. Your retinue meanwhile made sure that those people that you overtook wouldn't simply turn around to flee the way you came from. They had to gather to be your audience. The thoughts of what was to happen were already sufficient to stir your loins, the massive rod that heralded the rest of your body wherever you went throbbed heavily, and with each pulse it flung globs of your pungent pre into the crowd beneath and further ahead. The potency of your male scent was already brutal, adding your pre to it enhanced the effect onto the people at your feet. Their desperation remained, for some it might have become even more powerful, however the reason for it changed. While first it was fear, terror and panic, triggering the instinctive response of flight to preserve their existence in the face of overwhelming power, now it was becoming the opposite, a consuming desire, a want, a need, to experience such overwhelming power, to worship it, to bask in the sensations that the proximity already triggered within them.

And then you stood upon the great plaza, no doubt used for proclamations and other festivities if the large stone stage in front of the castle indicated. Obviously though, it was much too small to accommodate for your vast size. It was big enough that it could hold both your paws next to each other, but it was doubtful that it would be able to hold your weight, considering that you had left deep imprints in the stones of the road already, deep enough that people had to climb over the steps it created. A wide grin was on your muzzle as you watched how a rather considerable amount of people had gathered, you could also see how a whole platoons of guards made their way into the open, having used the alleys between the houses that hemmed the market square. It could have been the attempt at an ambush, and on any foe lesser than yourself, it might have even worked, you however could watch with amusement how the guards not only quickly stopped dead in their tracks as they beheld how large you were when being so close, but also when your scent wafted over them, overwhelmed their senses and soon drove out all intention to fight from their minds. Within less than a minute, all those guards and their captains had dropped their weapons and joined the merchants, peasants, craftsmen, nobles and assorted population, who were all eager to hear what you had to say.

"Hear me, people of...", there was a momentary pause but you absolutely couldn't recall the name of the city, you probably didn't even ask for it, given that it didn't matter. Even if it was called Zardia or something like that, you'd still do what you were about to do. ".. this city. I have come to bring what you have been lacking in your life so far. Me." You proclaimed and rose your arm to follow it with a demonstrative flex. The immense biceps surging past your head, becoming so huge and swollen that it not only touched your hand, but even tried to push it away on its way further up still. Your other hand meanwhile had grasped your member and was stroking it quite firmly, your strong digits squeezing your manmeat, pressing deep into it as you let it slide up and down. "You all will worship me, your new master and god, and in return I offer you the possibility to become more than you ever, to become what you were meant to be. Huge.", your voice carried over the entire city with little effort, the size of your body amplifying your volume to the point that it was more akin to rolling thunder. And you had the magic necessary to make sure that you didn't bust any eardrums of those that were too close by.

The proclamation was of course nothing but a gambit. Those people on the market square had already hopelessly fallen to your influence, you could order them to march down your cock to feed your balls and they would gleefully do it without a moment's hesitation. It was those that were still strewn about the city, those that your pheromones had not yet reached. Hearing your offer made many of them pause, if only long enough for your heady, powerful smell to catch up to them. As you stroked yourself off and soon started to leak even more, your scent became almost visible, palpable in the air. Heavy as it was, it clung to the ground, filled the streets and was only stopped by the massive walls that surrounded the capital, but even those solid rocks were slowly permeated by it. Still, it allowed your musk to gather inside of the city and after mere minutes it was as if a thin fog had taken a hold of the alleys, avenues and passages.

"You have taken my city in storm. I couldn't even get dressed properly.", you heard a snarky sounding voice behind you. Needless to say... that was unexpected and in that surprise you twirled around and turned the considerable assets of your body once more into tools of pure destruction. Balls and cock went swinging in a wide, sweeping arc. Fortunately, or the opposite depending on who you'd ask, nothing was actually tall enough and in reach to get knocked over by your member. Your balls on the other hand dragged over the ground and their weight and the force was great enough that they carved up the cobblestone plaza like a pair of perverse bulldozers. Your tail meanwhile was more than long enough to tear a few buildings down as the tip tore through them, as well as sending a few prospective worshippers flying, that were 'caught' by others, providing a somewhat cushioned fall. If the tail swipe did not knock the life out of them right away.

Before you, on the platform before the castle, stood who you could only assume to be the king of this place. And he was quite right, he was merely half dressed, plated pants and a fabulous cape were the only articles he wore, which left his chest and head bare. You couldn't help but notice that he was almost an exact counterpart to yourself. A dragon, much like yourself, however where you were black, he had shining, golden scales, and the green parts instead were a fiery red. He however lacked the bright burning fire that tipped your tail, but in exchange for that his horns were a good deal more pronounced. All that was something you saw for maybe the fraction of a second. His dramatic pose, no doubt having planned it for a grand appearance, was broken as he was not only knocked flat on his ass, but also buried under a large glob of your seed laden pre.

Despite that, you couldn't help but be surprised, maybe even a little shocked, that there was someone who managed to resist your pheromones. This guy must have a truly immense willpower, but that was to be expected from someone who was king, no? Or maybe he even was an emperor... details that would soon be irrelevant. Your muzzle contorted with a slight grin as you watched how the golden dragon flailed, splashing through the glob that was slowly dispersing over the stage. You took faint notice that whatever retinue had come along with him had already joined the desperate crowd at your feet, desperate to be fed with your seed and grow strong. Something that their king already was getting a headstart on, given that he inhaled a good bit of your ejaculate, first by sheer accident and once his body had started to swell ever so delectably slowly with muscle, a lot more purposeful. You could watch his legs thickened, stretching the leather beneath the armor which soon reached a point that the belts that secured the metal plates popped and with a soft clanking they fell to the ground. The leather pants that were left would follow quite soon, and given the considerable bulge he was packing already, and which was rapidly swelling even larger with each gulp on the king's part. By the time he was back on his feet, the cape had become more of a fanciful scarf and his pants had unraveled, ripped apart and only clinging on to a few stray seams down at his calves. His cock was just as red as his belly scales and raging rock hard, swollen and engorged just like the rest of his front.

This one would be an interesting fella, especially since he did not turn into a slavering beast, desperate for more.

"I will accept your offer and swear fealty to you, my new lord and master.", the golden dragon then proclaimed and took a knee before you.

The grin on your muzzle widened and you gripped your cock harder again as you took a step forward, parking your massive glans right above the kneeling king. It would be but a single flick and you could crush him flat against the rock, or swallow him up in your gaping cumslit. But instead, you squeezed your member, kneaded and milked it. A considerable bulge travelled through your urethra. "Then receive my blessing.", your rumbled deeply and your grin turned a good bit more beastial as your lips parted and way too many of your sharp teeth showed. Then a frightfully large glob of your seed parted your cumslit, rolled out of it, and for a fateful, long second clung to the underside of your glans, before it dropped and buried the king beneath your incredibly potent and sticky seed. It was a test, the first of no doubt many to come. If he managed to not drown in that... then he was worth your blessing.

The day passed and the one following it soon arrived, which was admittedly a little more chaotic. Although an unaffected observer might call it pure pandemonium instead. You spent most of the time masturbating and cumming so much that the entire city turned into a water park, your seed practically everywhere and from merely knee deep all the way to 'unfathomable depths'. You had used the local churches, cathedrals and other religious buildings as target practice, allowing yourself to cum with all the force and pressure your piping was capable of. You toppled building after monument with jets and beams of thick seed. All the while you let your followers, in particular the new ones, tens of thousands of them, possibly even in the upper half of the hundred thousands, drink in your seed. Their bodies swelling, their sexual characteristics growing, becoming ever more exaggerated. It didn't matter if it was male or female, everyone found themselves to grow into a powerhouse, a mountain of muscle, a titan of testicles, a blimp of breasts. And you watched over all of it, your chest swelling with pride... and soon it would swell with mass. On the second day, the city was crowded, to say the least. Even the smallest of the monsters you created was the size a small house. And given their number, that meant that it was getting rather hard to move around without grinding up against someone. None of your concerns of course, as you were sprawled out in the plaza, letting dozens of your worshippers press and rub into your muscles, massaging every inch of your body that they could access, all the while you let the rest of your sizeable retinue enjoy each other, bask in the strength of their bodies, the power of the others. Gigantic forms collided, ground and pounded against one another as everyone gave themselves to the decadence and abandon of lustful frenzy.

The orb, nestled between your pecs, was glowing with power, soaking itself, draining the energy which the mind boggling sexual release all around you caused. It filled your limbs with warmth, a pleasing, cozy warmth that was making things so incredibly comfortable it took you a good bit of effort to not give in to a brief cat-nap. Your gaze drifted over the city around and you briefly stopped as you spotted a certain golden reptile. The king had grown rather considerably, a titan that could contest well with the biggest of your original worshippers. Even though many of them were still a head or more taller and more muscular than he was.

There was no need to mention that you obviously were a great deal larger still, really you were your own class, incomparable to those around you. And you were growing even more so, the energy that filled the orb, as much as you desired to contain it within there for the moment, still bled over into your body in small amounts. Each beat of your heart, each throb of your mighty veins fed your muscles larger. Your form was engorging itself on the worship of those around you.

By the time the third day came around and the sun rose above the horizon, you had reached a size where your incredible bulk filled almost the entire plaza, your chest so gargantuan that your pecs, even while lying down, almost reached above the highest tower of the castle behind you, which was probably the only large building in the city that was still standing. Though today, you felt inclined to make sure that the entire city could snuggly fit on one of your pectorals, or better yet, make that the whole region. It was time to let the real growth begin.

You could see far and wide as you rose up, even sitting you were more than capable to overlook pretty much everything, only a mountain range in the distance was the only thing capable of blocking your sight. Good thing everything that interested you was so close by right now. Your voice was a boom, hadn't you used magic to enhance it, nobody would have been left unscathed around you. It was likely that whoever lived in those mountains on the horizon could still understand you as if you were standing right next to them. Your instructions were crystal clear to pretty much everyone. Once more, your worshippers were to fight, one on one matches, with both contestants being of roughly equal size. The winner would gain all. This time however, there would be no end, the tournament would continue until there was but one fighter left. None of your worshippers questioned these instructions, other than the king. He looked at you in complete and absolute bewilderment. It was a downright heroic effort that his willpower was still intact enough to do such a thing, despite the strength of your scent having increased even further. In fact there was a creeping suspicion that he might have someone or something helping him, even though you could feel no magic affecting him at all.

Either way, he did not get to voice any objection, in part because he realized that it was futile to argue, and also because a fairly huge tiger, but well in his weight class, decided to tackle him as challenge. And this was pretty much the point where this gathering lost all semblance of civility and where the observer might get the impression of unleashed insanity. Because in a sense, that was exactly what unfolded. Everyone around you wrestled, massive bodies grinding into and against each other, stumbling and splashing around in the ever present sexual fluids. Fucking each other and contributing more to the general mess around them, before the inevitable happened and two became one. There was no different treatment between genders either. Males merged into the cocks of other males, as did females, and just as well was there the possibility for both to instead disappear into the massive crotch of the busty superior.

In fact right this moment you watched a certain stag fight with a tiger. The cervine was about a head taller but the feline was a bit bulkier. But both of them were nonetheless of incredible build... for mortals. And they were the epitome of maleness, much like yourself and many of your followers. Thick chest fur, that would have no doubt been rather fluffy, hadn't it been for the fact that they were coated head to toe in seed and milk, slathering their hair to their body like it was some kind of styling gel. Both fought like demons, aware that you were watching and giving it their all. They exchanged punches that were capable of tearing down solid concrete walls and yet tanked them as if they were mere gentle caresses. Grapples and holds were applied and broken that could have uprooted the largest of trees and bend steel. But in the end, the stag stood victorious on sheer determination alone. Or maybe pure horniness considering how vigorously he proceeded to facefuck the tiger, forcing the poor feline's jaws apart way past what those bones should be able to give with the girth of his enormous member.

Moments later you could feel it happening, energy flared, mass merged together and the stag swelled with more, larger and stronger muscles, growing in height as he absorbed the tiger and made him a part of himself. A volley of thick seed fired from the engorged member that still had a few spots of quickly fading striped fur, and the cervine cherished his afterglow for a brief time before he was already challenged by his next opponent. But at that point, your attention drifted off, less focusing on the duels around you and turning more... inward. You could feel the power swell within your limbs once more. The sparks of thousands flowing into the orb, surging its power before flooding into you. It was a heated, almost burning sensation. Especially when you tried to stifle the flow and force the divine energy to remain stored within the orb until you actually called for it. Each merger around you, each bit of energy you stole, caused the power to increase almost exponentially. Had you just absorbed it as it came, you would have outgrown the entire city within the hour, your left ass cheek would have been sufficient to bury it and most of the surrounding farmsteads. That would have put an exceedingly rude end to the efforts of your worshippers, and you wanted to... honor their efforts at least.

You slowed your growth, which was a fairly momentous task, considering that the orb wasn't actually meant to store much, it was but a relay, an enhancer, not a battery. But you were a smart guy. Batteries were all around you. And so you created what effectively turned out to be a feedback loop. The power that rushed into your body with each victory was amplified by the strange forces that gave the orb its abilities, only to be immediately radiated off and poured into those around you. Each duel, once resolved, not only strengthened the victor, but all the others as well. And with everyone becoming bigger and stronger, that in turn meant that each fight ended with an even larger release of energy that then was further enhanced before being dispersed again. The remains of the city vanished rather quickly, trampling apart by the growing bulk of your dwindling retinue, and your own swelling size. Soon the surrounding areas became battlegrounds as well as veritable titans fought with each other. Their sizes so great that trade posts, farms, taverns and small groups of houses disappeared underfoot with nary anyone taking notice. Your own size had grown so large that, while standing up, you would have been on eye level with the largest peak of the mountain range, which now didn't seem to be that far away anymore. Weren't it for your godlike vision, you would have had trouble to make out normal sized people anymore, as they were at best ants to your gargantuan body. Your musculature so gigantic that you were a landscape unto yourself.

It was a not insignificant effort to not fondle yourself, and even without any additional stimulation your rock hard member and the gargantuan balls, which were mountains in their own right, spewed forth so much of your seed that the land beneath you disappeared beneath dozens of meters of your spunk. Over the course of the day, the ocean you created stretched well beyond what you were able to see, disappearing behind the crease of the horizon and leaving only those very mountains as the only notable feature that stood out in the sea of white you had created. You could practically feel how people fell for you as the dense pheromones your cumflood carried with it crushed their feeble minds. Alas however, there was no time to properly take advantage of them as they soon after were swept away by the unrelenting tidal flood that was your spunk. Still, even as this happened to them and their tiny lives found their end, they still continued within you... in a sense, as even that brief moment of exposure to you was enough for the orb to do its deed.

By the time the moon reached its zenith, you could say with certainty that almost the entire globe was covered by your ejaculate. Only mountains remained, their kilometer high peaks able to stand out of the deep sea of cum. It didn't reach past your knees even at this point. In fact, your head was sticking out of the atmosphere already, the clouds just barely reached up to your groin, which gave the rather nice view onto your member, which parted them like a whale breaching the surface, all illuminated in a faint blue by the moonlight.

The lion's share of your attention however was with the last battle. You weren't exactly surprised to see that the golden dragon king and your wolven prophet had made it into the finale. They both had size and stature of gods, even though they were at best half your size. You noted however that their fight would take place at that very mountain range. It wasn't even five minutes in and they had already crushed the highest peak as your prophet had gained a very good grip on the king and proceeded to throw the gargantuan bulk right at the rocky obstacle. The resounding crash toppled the stone, crushing it underneath the unyielding weight of scaled musculature that measured into the billions of tons. But such a cataclysmic maneuver, which had caused a wave of cum that splashed up to your shaft, didn't even leave the king winded, or any worse for the wear for that matter. The two continued to fight and the mountain rather quickly disappeared entirely as their giant bodies ground against it and each other. Each hit was a thundering cascade, causing visible shockwaves which rippled through the air and disrupted nearby clouds. The fight looked even enough, without either side clearly having an advantage over the other. That was, until your prophet decided for a particularly daring grapple, that would have allowed him to hold and squeeze the dragon king into submission. However, the king was a much more skilled opponent, and the wolf had only managed to stay in the fight on account of tremendous endurance and a zealous fervour which the dragon didn't quite share.

The golden mountain of a dragonman managed to reverse the grip and put the wolf into a lock instead, forcing his head under the cum and choking him out. Now it had to be said that at this point, air had become unnecessary to them. Their physical abilities far having transcended these mortal concerns. However, they still felt pain, and everyone had a point where they'd break. It had to be said that the wolf had a threshold that was absurdly inhuman and the dragon nearly twisted the canine's arm off entirely before he finally admitted defeat. You had of course anticipated that outcome and so it came as no surprise to you that the dragon king, who had somehow managed to become the emperor of an entire country or more, once more ended up as a king. But what is a king to a god?

You smirked with slight amusement as you watched how the golden beast drove his fiery red cock into your wolf's ass, pumping downright viciously into him while he grinned up at you, just barely managing to make eye contact through the canyon-like cleft of your pecs. Each a doming mountain with green nipples as their peaks. His own pectorals with their firm nipples were miniature in comparison. Still his giant cock bloated the wolf, stretching him in a downright obscene manner, not just making his belly bulge, but even his sides. In fact you could hear the bones pop as his ribcage was stretched by the intruding shaft. A low whimper came over the wolf's muzzle as he stared at the cum that was just a giant sized thumb away from his muzzle. Obviously he was too ashamed to look at you, knowing that he failed his god. "You did well, both of you.", you exclaimed, following a certain... need to give him at least some peace of mind. And indeed he looked up at you again, just in time too, as you could once more feel the magic work. The energies of the orb springing to work, engulfing the two of them and making them whole. The dragon king let out a victorious roar as his muscles swelled larger, surging bigger, quite enormously so. His pectorals bulged so large that they pushed his muzzle upwards, his biceps and triceps so gargantuan that they collided with his latissimus, finding no space and quarter as his arms were pushed off to the sides. His balls squeezed between his growing thighs. For a few, very amusing seconds the dragon looked like some kind of marshmallow given humanoid shape, all while the wolf lost his own shape. His limbs shrinking, disappearing into the cockflesh that his torso had turned into. Cum gushing from his open maw as his facial features disappeared and his head became the glans of the dragon's cock. Then a sudden rocking ran through the king's body, his body trembling, and with an ominous creaking and cracking noise, he grew, his bones elongating, evening out his proportions enough that mobility returned to him, even though he still remained grossly oversized.

So oversized in fact that he was pretty much eye level with you. And not just that, not only was he as tall as you, his girth and thickness were equal as well! Almost a mirror of yourself. Which was underlined only by the smug grin that you both sported. His smugness seemed to only increase as he raised his arms, pointing at you with one hand while the other clutched as a fist. "I have beaten your underlings and made their strength my own. Now I challenge you to a fight for the ultimate power!", he bellowed. His voice was a great deal less modulated than yours had been so far. This close it was more of a cacophony that travelled around the globe, bringing its own shockwaves with it. He and you could have shouted mountains apart really, or talk, since that was loud enough already. "Hmm, is that so?", you responded, chuckling merely as you gave the faintest of shrugs. Your massive shoulders rippled, the musculature rolling along your frame like waves in an ocean. "Then show me what you got."

His punch came quickly and viciously, the already clenched fist shooting forwards, aiming right at your jawline. The whole move was a blur, moving so quickly that the air friction actually wreathed his fist in fire. You caught it easily with your flat hand, gripping his fist in your palm and squeezing it with enough force to make him grunt. His other hand was caught just as easily. "You have strength, and you have the will to use it. I can... admire that. But you wield my power, and it bends to my will only." With those words, you pretty much sent him down to his knees as you sapped the strength from his body. His jaw was wide agape in shock at having been trounced so easily, but you didn't give him enough time to plead or beg. Instead, with a wide grin on your muzzle, you rammed your cock against his, and while you were equals in bulk, you definitely were superior in schlong. It was quite a pleasing sensation, to feel your cumpipe bulging out, the sensitive flesh stretching as his member was engulfed by yours, the slit gaping wide, almost hungrily as it sucked in the flesh of the other male.

"Now I will take back what is mine.", you growled deeply, thrusting your hips forward further. A deep growl escaped your chest as his member slid in deeper into yours. But you kept pushing onwards, not stopping until the tip of your cock pressed against groin. His member just barely reaching past two thirds within your own, but the girthy shaft was well visible in the stretched pipe of your own adornment. With a wide grin, you flexed your shaft. The dragon king was pulled back onto his feet as your member bopped up, contracting around his cock, squeezing it firmly enough to make him roar out. Moments later you could feel his cum explode into your shaft, a proper torrent, a flood of seed that gushed down your member. Your urethra actually bloated larger on account of the member inside being forced wider by the volume of his seed.

The effect was slightly different than what one might expect however. Your balls weren't getting any fuller, and his weren't getting even close to being spent. The muscles of your body however did. You could feel an intoxicating rush of warmth and pure strength fill the limbs, spreading out from your core. The already gargantuan barrel of your chest groaned heavily, trembled to the sound of growing flesh and bone. Your pecs and abs boomed out further, the abdominal musculature so massive, so powerful that it domed out, a huge gut without nary any fat on it. Your arms and legs swelled with even more musculature, packing on more strength than any person could ever have a use for, as you were pretty much able to grasp the ground beneath you and crush it into diamonds with but a light clench of your fist. You could have turned the entire planet into one, if you could only grasp it fully. And that was at this point only a matter of hours now.

Conversely to your growth, the dragon king was shrinking. It even looked like his mass was sucked out through his cock as his limbs shrunk first, followed by his chest. The beefy arms and legs, which just moments before had been absolutely shredded and engorged with enormous musculature that was only second to your own, was now quickly losing now only in size but also definition. The scaly hide sagged down along his limbs, only to be pulled tight again as even its mass was stolen and poured into your body. His gargantuan chest, once akin to mountains, was rapidly losing as well. The pecs collapsed, deflated as the muscles were pulled from them and soon after, his entire frame started to shrink as even the bones weren't spared from your hunger for power and size. All the while however, he groaned and moaned like a whore in heat. The increasing size difference soon force you to let go off of his hands, too small to still hold properly. You could hold his whole torso in one hand and that would still be too much, but your member still managed to keep a well enough grip on him. He himself also helped as he dangled from your cockhead, his shrinking hands gripping into your flesh, but ultimately failing to maintain a hold as his claws slid further and further towards the expanding cocktip.

The gesture however was not quite as pleasing as it could have been. He was weak already, a twig compared to what he had been before, and tiny as well, his shaft, while still enormous compared to the rest of his body, had greatly diminished as well and was no longer filling yours quite as well as before. Though even without the shrinking, he would have hopelessly lost with the size difference. You were absorbing so much more than simple mass after all. You reclaimed all the power that had been dispersed amongst your followers and it again flooded through the orb. This time you did not stop it from entering your body wholly, in fact you pulled on the energies of the orb to give you everything it could, which included the lifeforce of the very planet you stood upon.

You roared out as your body exploded with size and girth. Within seconds you had doubled, then tripled in mass. Arms forced away from your body as biceps, latissimus, deltoids and pectorals fought for space that no side could win as there simply was none left anymore. Your black bulk surging with tremendous power, your balls growing so utterly gigantic that they almost catapulted you off into the air as they grew bigger between your legs and promptly forced them apart. Your green shaft grew so enormous that it dominated your sight, which was already inhibited by the vastness of your continental slabs for pecs. The ability to look sideways was all but gone as your shoulders squeezed against your head, pinning you with your own bulk. The passage of the dragon king down into your cock, where he'd join your power and body completely went almost unnoticed, a grain of sand compared to you as even the planet you throned atop was rapidly outgrown by you. Its surface erupted, continents shattered and the ocean of seed that covered it entirely was in turmoil as magma exploded from the broken tectonic shelves, only for it to rapidly cool down into solid obsidian, which then lost even that consistency as it turned to dust. The stream of power, of energy, that flooded from the planet and over into your body was actually visible even to the naked eye. Streams of glowing, space distorting power rose from the globe and entered your body through every orifice possible.

Minutes later, the planet was reduced to a glob of dust mixed with your seed, forming a rough ball shape that soon splatted against your body and would eventually disappear entirely. You however were kind of a ball shape as well, with your muscles rendering you as wide and deep as you were high, a perfect sphere of power and strength. Only your bloated tail, cock and balls disrupted that look. You growled deeply, contently, as you tried to move only to feel your immense bulk grinding against itself, the friction alone already sparking plasma eruptions. And yet... you craved more. You wanted even more size, even more strength and power. You also wanted the entire universe to share in that sensation, the sensation of being you. By sheer force of will, you shaped your body. Limbs growing once more, bones elongating again, but this time you ended up with a sheer gargantuan top heaviness that let your legs appear stunted. However you were in space, legs aren't 'too' important. With an amused grin you looked around, the creaking of your neck musculature heard even in the vacuum of space. None of the planets around you promised to be a meal that would actually be worth the effort. They were already attracted by the gravity well that your mind boggling size caused, eventually they would impact your body and be absorbed, becoming part of your magnificent bulk.

The sun however... it promised fusion power for millions upon billions of years. Distorting gravity, bending space and time itself, you moved closer towards it. The spherical shape of the sun already contorting, becoming vaguely ovoid as it was slowly pulled towards you. Even at your size however, it was nearly twice as large as you were. That however wouldn't stop you. A wide grin was on your absolutely monstrous visage as you moved your tail, the gigantic appendage, bristling with so much muscle that each fiber could be seen through your hide, you moved it closer to the sun. The green flame that burned on the tip seemed to reach out, leaning towards the sun, aching to unify with the white burning orb that had fueled the creation of life in this solar system. Your tail inched closer, inches to you, millions of kilometers to lessers, and then your flame touched the sun. It was as if the star was reignited, a wave of green fire rolled over its surface, engulfing it fully and making it part of your own flame. Your roar could be felt in the entire galaxy as you consumed the sun and grew again.

Your muscles grew, swelled into every direction, your wings surged into enormity, gargantuan sails capable of encompassing not just suns, but entire solar systems. Pectorals so utterly gargantuan that even the largest gas giant was just barely as big as your nipples. The flame atop your tail burned brightly, a star in its own right. But so were your eyes, radiating with the power that filled your being, even opening your maw revealed the all consuming furnace that burned within you. This time, you didn't care that your bulk trapped your head, dominated all that you could see. You could feel the universe around you, allowing you perception beyond what mere eyes were capable of.

You could feel the other gods in this galaxy.

You could feel them tremble before you.