Manifest Overpower
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A gust of wind blew the dark strands of hair over the narrowed, brown eyes not focused on anything in front of them. Frustrated, his fingers brushed them back behind his ears before pulling the jacket's collar a little tighter. The events at the library kept playing on loop through his head. He'd had every right to go off on them, leaping up shelves and lifting tables like they were at the gym or something. After his dorm room, classes and the cafeteria, he'd thought he'd at least have one place away from those kinds of people where he could get some studying done. Only now did he realize that he wasn't even sure where he was heading, stopping his stomping gate abruptly.

There wasn't much halfway between campus and dormitory. Rows of apartment buildings and a few smaller businesses, but early in the afternoon there was nothing going on. He stood there, undecided if he should continue or turn around. The respite from his seething thoughts didn't last long though, as his gaze fell on a familiar poster in the broad store window next to him. A garishly filtered photograph of some canine model showing off his oversized biceps, the large caption above him reading "manifest powers?" in big, bold, belittling letters. Surely the number listed below was constantly inundated with calls, considering that it seemed like everyone but him had developed some super-strength or perfect memory or amazing running ability or whatever other nonsense of questionable use they were blessed with. Meanwhile the reflection looking grimly back at him made it clear that he was still just Drew: red, fluffy tail curling in the cold, vulpine snout buried halfway in his jacket, dark-tipped ears poking from his ruffled hair, which piqued up as he heard thudding steps accelerate toward him.

He stumbled a little as he turned around, his view filled by strained letters printed onto the front of the sports hoodie, clearly an item of clothing that its owner hadn't replaced since gaining some extra bulk. He had to crane his head back to look at the disgruntled face peering down at him sternly, the leopard's brown eyes mustering him from above. Drew felt a thud against his chest, adrenaline filling him as he tried to dodge a strike, but instead just got the hood of his jacket caught on the brick wall behind him and turning his motion into a weird jostle. "You forgot this," the feline said with a deep voice, calm but concerned.

Drew peered at the phone being held under his chin. His shoulders slumped and he took it sheepishly. "Er, th-thank y-"

"You know, you really upset my friend with your exit there," he was interrupted, the leopard stepping closer to him to uncomfortable degree, the back of Drew's head pushing against the wall as he tried to raise his gaze high enough to continue looking into his eyes. He felt the gall rise in his chest.

"You all were the ones causing a ruckus! I was trying to learn and-" Drew tried to shift away, but the snagged fabric was holding him in place, making him feel trapped between brick and brawn.

"And so you cussed us out and stormed away in a fit?" He stared him down, expression as unwavering as his stance.

Drew clenched his fists, shivering with anger, grinding his teeth. "Well you- hrgk!" He lashed out, but he'd barely managed to scratch at the burgeoning jacket, he found himself plummeting to the ground. A single hand on his chest restraining him and leaving him struggling on his back like a turtle on its shell. "Man, you gotta calm down." The gentle voice and relaxed expression only further chipped away at Drew's composure, his violent flailing suppressed with what was like just a thumb pressing against him with freakish strength. His limbs thrashed wildly, until he felt his fingers wrap around something cold and hard.

With a scream, he swung the bottle. It hit the leopards head with a hefty thunk. He saw the sharp teeth clenching in pain, a hand jolting to the point of impact, the muscles of the arm holding him down tightening up. Then a flurry of stars took over his view. His lungs aching as the breath was pressed out of them, enough force onto his ribs that he felt his thoractic vertebrae pop. His eyes went wide, feeling like they were bulging out of their hollows, jittering back and forth as he tried to look beyond the dark tunnel closing in from the edges. His attempted, panicked scream just a gurgle of the last bits of air escaping. Every fiber of his being burning as he crumpled up, the sound of his blood pumping like deafening strikes in his eardrums, the adrenaline making his fur stand on end, tingling across his skin like from a wave of needles washing over him. His body bucked involuntarily.

It felt like the deepest breath he'd ever taken, like every part of him inhaled simultaneously. His vision emerged from the dark tunnel and returned into the afternoon light that seemed blindingly bright despite the drab season. His limbs were pulled toward his core from some force engulfing them, before abruptly freeing themselves with a snap and cold air rushing in around them. The ground seemed to shift underneath him in a strange way, as if his lower half was sliding in a different direction than his upper one. The piercing tingle gave way to a flow of warmth through the fibers of his being. He blinked as his eyes returned to focus, seeing a facade giving way to cloudy skies, the feline neither in sight, nor felt pressing onto his chest. He could hear him though, letting out what sounded like a groan born from a mixture of disbelief and agony.

Drew sat up. The scraps of his jacket slid off of his shoulders, his bare paws sliding along the pavement. The groan gave way to a surprised squeak. The leopard scrambled for a handhold on the shifting masses beneath him, but finding no purchase on the straining fabric. Drew's gaze lowered just in time to watch him tumbling off of his bulging underpants and onto the sidewalk, barely avoiding adding a second bruise to his head as he was flung backwards. His expression dizzy and confused, he stumbled to his feet, digging his claws into the brick wall for support. But even standing upright, his eyes were level with Drew's, who was still sitting down, his plump rear yet firmly planet into the buckling stone tiles.

Slowly, he got back up. Despite his sudden increase in size having shredded and shedded most of his garments, he felt hot. Just standing up was a rush, watching the features around him descend, rising into an almost dizzying height that gave him a whole new look onto the world. He was easily twice as tall as the previously towering, brawny feline, dwarfing him in comparison. Still questioning if he was delirious, the leopard squeezed his eyes shut, one hand resting against the wall as the other reached out to touch the gray fibers burgeoning from the pulsing veins behind them, violet skin peeking through with each contraction. The tingling of his digits across his shaft eliciting a huff from Drew, the hot breath forming a cloud in front of his face, mouth widening to a grin and fingers clenching. It was like he'd just found a part of him he didn't know existed, like muscles he never knew he could flex, a rush of power whirling through him that made him frisky from exciting glee.

"You seem to have some trouble focusing," Drew jolted as he heard his own voice, unfamiliar as it rung deeper and louder from his chest, "here, I can help." The leopard inhaled for a reply, but was met with a face full of balls. The sudden surge of the fox's package maybe had a little more vigor than intended, slamming him into the wall he was leaning against with enough force to make bits of brickwork break off and plink onto the sidewalk. His already-straining undergarments heaved a sigh before their waistband gave in, his member flinging free and unloading a smattering of precum that coated windows for about two stories up, eliciting a few yelps of curious residents that had taken a peek from above and now had to deal with the sticky consequences. The body-thick cock swung back from its throb and came to rest against the facade with a hefty whumph, still visibly fattening up further, now that it had room to properly unfurl.

Drew shuddered from the sensations, the warmth from his shaft rising into his face as wispy clouds. He'd barely flexed his new-found power at all, but just gently tapping into it had left him with endowments that certainly would have outsized anyone else's, even if he were at his original height. Now, standing at twelve or so feet tall, his bits were larger than an entire person, at least according to the burly leopard that was stuck in the cleft of his nuts. After a moment of surprise, he roused, pushing back against the hot masses with all of his excessive strength. Drew could feel the digits pressing into the surface of his smooth sack, muscular arms bulging to the point of splitting the jacket that was holding them, using all of his might to resist his confines and making an impressive amount of headway, at least initially.

The fox gasped, his eyes rolling up from the storm of synapses firing. His fingers curled and he bit his lip, head tilting to the side as his elbows squeezed tightly into his waist. "Hnrgh, you," was all he could stammer under his breath, before he abruptly exhaled with a grunt. A cloud of dust puffed from the brickwork in front of him, cracks fissuring through the facade as his endowments suddenly lurched larger. The feline's progress was negated as he was rammed back against the wall with sufficient force to leave a cat-shaped impression, limbs splayed in all directions. His agonized roar inaudible beneath the groaning heft, but Drew could feel the soundwaves tingle his sensitive skin.

The sensations made him dizzy, the sudden surge in size almost pushing him into the throes of climax right then and there. He leaned against his pulsing member with both arms as to prevent it from bucking too wildly, his flushed face reflecting in the surface shimmering with its own condensing heat, the hefty throbs rattling through the apartment complex and eliciting scared commotion from the people within. Clenching his teeth and inhaling shakily, trying to hold back the flood. The caught-up leopard meanwhile seemed to have other plans, resuming his struggling almost immediately. Arms flexing with stone-crushing might, muscular pecs ripping through fabric as they tensed up to their utmost, letting out a monstrous roar so powerful that it rung out through the entire district.

"Hnf!" Was Drew's brief response to the valiant cry. His bits bucked, effortlessly rebutting the feline's resistance. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and his eyes went cross. The struggles below turning into desperate, panicked throes, uncoordinated thrashing of limbs slowing down as the pressure against them rose. Pained whimpers lost to the roiling mountain of nuts relentlessly continuing to swell, ignorant to his cries as his ribs cracked one by one. His maw wide open as a fold of the smooth flesh filled it out entirely, his last gasp drawing in a burning, humid heat before any avenue for breath was taken over. His jaw pulled apart like from a hydraulic jack in between, straining bone and sinew until a horrid snap sent his chin against his chest and snout into his forehead, the searing agony of his cheeks torn from the edges of his mouth pumping adrenaline through him and keeping his consciousness dreadfully alert. His skull fracturing as it was pressed into the hard bricks, the shards of bone piercing through his fur, eyes squeezed from their hollows, glazed over in red. His spine split apart by jagged stone slicing straight through his nerves, cutting off all sensation from his limbs as they were pulled from their sockets, twisted, twirled and finally torn off of his crumpling torso. Then the pressure let up a little.

Drew pulled his hips back, inhaling sharply, his legs sliding outwards to make room for his monumental endowments. Then he thrust against them, feeling the warm splatter of the leopard's body bursting, its remnants smeared between the cleft of his nuts and the crumbling brick wall. He howled with glee, the small pop enough to push him over the edge. His thighs spread wide apart to give some space for his taint swelling with seed, his member bucking and twitching as it pumped the thousands of gallons of liquid up from his roiling sack. His tip flared, grinding against the fissuring facade as his shaft gained another few feet in length, before the blast of cum was unleashed from it.

The force of recoil made him sink into the buckling sidewalk, a moan escaping his wide-open mouth, smiling as he watched the fountain of white shoot toward the skies, carrying with it a flurry of bricks, window frames and pieces of pipes once embedded into the wall. The sight was short-lived though, as vertigo took over and his view keeled forward. His feet left the ground, pulled along by his house-sized shaft falling face-first through the crumbling structure, all the while still blowing at full force. Through dust and smoke, he saw rooms collapse, splinters of furniture and bits of sinew from disintegrated residents spewing from the last openings before they were sealed in by rubble. Catching the glimpse of the crowds in the stairway before they were hit by the cumshot blasting them to pieces, launching a flurry of disembodied limbs and heads either into walls where they were pulverized with turgid crunches or out of the other side of the ruined structure and washing them into the streets. Until finally, the mounds of debris piled up enough to stop his descend, having cleaved half of the apartment complex in twain and halfway collapsing a neighboring building as it took the brunt of his load, the relentless ropes battering it for almost a whole minute as Drew rode out the biggest orgasm in history, splayed out on top of his throbbing, heaving, oversized member.

The dust didn't so much settle as it was pushed away by the clouds of steam rising from his endowments, droplets of condensing liquid running down the surface of his shaft, making it shimmer in dim sunlight and the warm glow of fires burning in the ruins, sizzling where the rivulets poured into them. Scared faces emerged from the rubble, shaking as they looked at him and recoiling as he returned a smile, leaning back against his balls and waiting for the overwhelming excitement to fade. But it didn't, instead it only flared higher, the ability to let himself grow turning into a desire he had a hard time suppressing, thoughts spinning out as he tried to keep them straight, but kept circling back to what he was going to do with himself next. But no, despite the raging flutters in his chest and the rising urges making his every fiber tingle with heat, he couldn't let himself go, lest he'd be no different than those show-offs at the library. Even though he clearly was so much better, stronger and more powerful than them... he shook his head to try and clear it a little. "Heh, well, I had my fun for now! I'll bring this down to a size you all can take in at once~"

He relaxed his shoulders, straightened his back and closed his eyes. Reaching into his core and gripping hold of his immensity, to take it down from its high. With almost a hint of regret, he felt his thighs slide over his shrinking member as it dwindled, his legs going from resting atop it to wrapping around its sides until his toes touched the ground once more.

His lids fluttered open as they sank, displacing the cracking ground. The ruin that surrounded him moments before was now like a miniature version of itself to him, a sense of vertigo making his head spin as it rose higher into the air. He felt a crunch near his right paw, peering over just in time to watch it barrel through a group of emergency vehicles, their flashing lights going out as they crumpled under his weight. The small crowd of people behind them let out a collective screech. They tried to run with their supernatural speeds, to leap out of the way of the broad, pink pads, to hold them off with all their overwhelming strength. But in the end, it did little to delay them getting turned into a dark red smear on the asphalt, marred by shredded clothes and a few scraps of fur on torn-off hides, before Drew could react and pull his foot back toward himself. As he stood up straight, his hefty package was lifted out of the crater that it had left in the ground, sending his building-sized wrecking balls swinging directly for the yet-standing portion of the apartment complex, smashing into the two chunks he'd split in the middle. They were torn from their foundations and toppled into the streets below, burying whatever was left of the rescue efforts under stone and rubble.

"Eheh," Drew chuckled, looking at the vista of destruction below, plumes of dust intermixing with the cloudy haze emanating from his prodigious package now swaying freely, member already hardening again from the feeling of growth that had turned him into a monster towering over the multi-story buildings in the district, his tip swinging along the roofs knocking off chimneys and overhead electrical lines. "I guess bringing the rest of me up to size is a better option anyway!" His tail swished excitedly, tearing along the row of houses behind him, his ears twitching at the noises of walls collapsing, vehicles thrown into the air and shrill screams leading up to crunches, thuds and splatters. He turned to watch the structures keel over from the gash cut into them, hand stemmed into his waist and a smirk on his face. His gaze rose with the smoke, spotting the familiar buildings of the campus that seemed just a stone's toss away now. He set his sights on the blocky glass structure and made the decision to return to the library and set the record straight.

With a spring in his step, he ambled through the street, leaving deep prints in the asphalt. Every footfall shook the houses on either side, cracking windows and marring facades along the way. The screeching of wheels, fearful yells and a flurry of scurrying activity below accompanied his stride. Tiny people pointing at the wide-hipped beast swinging his even wider package around, taking pictures of him at angles that ought to have been thoroughly flattering to his figure. He took little care to watch where he was going, feeling the occasional vehicle crunch under his toes, lazily dragging his tail behind him and blindsiding more than a few onlookers staring after him, the heavy appendage squashing them into pulp and spreading them thinly across the asphalt. He didn't even have to take the long path around to the front gates of campus, instead simply stepping over the fence and rows of utility buildings directly into the main plaza. Despite the cold temperatures, the orchestra group had gathered around the benches to set up for their afternoon routines. Their instruments and strong voices made for a pretty effectful, if rather dissonant sting as they perished beneath his paw. Drew smirked, looking down at the conductor quivering on the cold stone ground, their body having stamped a silhouette into the splatter of blood coating the concrete. He shrugged, "band practice's cancelled."

He turned around and kneeled down in front of the library, peering into it through the glass walls and roof. He quickly found the small group of large students he was looking for before the humid haze emanating from his bits clouded the transparent panels too much. Some of them were built even bulkier than their leopard friend before he'd been deconstructed. They stared back at him through the ceiling, eyes and mouths agape, stumbling away from him as he gave the window surface a little tap with his fingertip that shattered the fragile panes and sent a shower of glittering shards raining down inside. "Hey, sorry about earlier," his voice boomed across the entire campus, "I didn't mean to belittle your powers." He straightened his back and spread his legs, steadying himself on the boxy building with one hand and aiming his member with the other. They didn't take much notice of the mounting threat though, already sprinting down the stairs to try and escape their glass prison. "They're not dumb and useless and such." He flexed his legs and waited another moment for them to reach the second floor. "I'm sure if you all work together, you could even lift... this!"

The crashing noise was shrill and deafening. While the puny bits of hardened silica weren't much more than a tingle against Drew's cock, the flurry of shards was like a shower of blades to the people inside, their clothes and skin being sliced to ribbons as they tried to cower for protection. With their eyes closed and averted, none of them even had a chance to see the pillar of pink-colored flesh barrel toward them, piercing across an entire floor until its tip reached the group of students by the stairs, a series of turgid crunches resounding as their bodies were battered and broken against the stone steps. A sudden throb sent both his shaft and size surging upwards, member smashing through the other floors like they were only made of thin paper, until it emerged from the ceiling and hit his belly with a thud. A veritable hail of books, tables, chairs, shelves and people - in states anywhere from flailing in panic to being a loose collection of chunks and giblets - was quite literally catapulted along. Hanging weightlessly for a moment before entering a rapid descend, whizzing through the air until their arcs reached a hard and abrupt terminus, making the cobblestone plaza around the library look like a splatter painting canvas with a deep crimson color scheme.

The building itself couldn't sustain even a single of his arms resting on it, metal struts bending as they failed to provide the support he'd been using them for. His cock entered a downward trajectory along with the rest of him, smashing through every floor of the library once more in the other direction, slamming into the ground with a resounding thud, the pressure wave of displaced air rippling through shelves, books, sinew, skin and bone alike, filling the entire story with a fine white and red mist, the shapes of cowering and running people decorating the nearest walls and floors with a surprisingly accurate silhouette. Not that Drew admired them to that detail, instead only smirking at the remnants of the structure with a mixture of pride and disappointment, both at the fact of taking just a single thrust to reduce the entire thing to rubble, getting little more than mild enjoyment out of it.

The smile on his face widened as he rose up to his full height, only really noticing the volume of screeching panic now that it was fading away below, turning into a rather quiet, distant detail. As he rebalanced his weight to his feet, he felt them sinking into the ground by a comfortable margin, the cobblestones crumbling and melding themselves around the shapes of the four toes on each of his digitigrade paws. The taller university buildings around him seemed to shrink, the highest ones hardly reaching up to his chest, the little faces staring at him through the windows barely distinguishable. But he could definitely tell the amplification in their shock and awe as a glob of precum seeped from his tip and smashed into the remnants of the library, turning the jagged ruins into a comparatively smooth if gooey crater.

"Eh, I think I've effectively graduated from this place," he announced with a shrug, setting his sights on the horizon where much higher spires reached toward the sky. "Later, nerds," he underscored his exit with a playful swing of his hips. The plump cheek impacting into the concrete tower almost folded it over, the top section tilting precariously. Drew couldn't see it too well through the cloud of dust whirled up, but the sounds pretty much told the whole story: noises of furniture and people sliding around inside, the shattering of glass, the brief amplification of screams that quickly became quieter and more distant, until they were concluded by meaty thuds. As he took his first step toward the other end of the campus, a joyous swing of his tail slid it along the ground and across a few streams of fleeing fellow students, turning them into pools of pulp instead, bloodied remains and scraps of torn-up clothing briefly decorating the cracking wall that terminated its sway, sending the entire structure tumbling down, top half plummeting to the ground as the lower one collapsed in on itself. He watched it out of the corner of his eye, sticking out his tongue at it. "Well, or maybe not~"

He felt the impact of each of his steps rippling out around his feet. Cracks forming in displaced stone and asphalt, puffs of dust emanating from the surrounding buildings, the ground and structures shaking from the force. As he left behind a trail of paw craters, crumpled vehicles whose screeching tires were reduced to fragments and the occasional crimson splotch where only fine fibers of fur told of the person they used to be. His endowments swinging heavily between his legs, balls smooshing against his knees, mandating a wide stride requiring him to turn his hefty hips and shear across the roofs of more than a few structures along the way. Just the simple act of locomotion kept sending shivers up his spine and flutters through his chest, thoughts wandering off into pleasurable meadows before he caught himself idly swelling larger, clenching teeth and fists to interrupt the absent-minded expansion, lest he made himself outgrow his prospective new toys he was closing in on.

He had hardly noticed the change in scenery as he strolled toward the city center, but to the world below, his approach alone was a traumatic event striking terror into the crowds of people that had been anticipating the end of their workday without their days being numbered. His coming had been pre-announced by the rhythmic quakes, each subsequent step strengthening their intensity. Word of mouth about the chaos at the university campus spreading quickly, images of the carnage left behind shared unfiltered, friends and fellows recognized by the torn-up chunks that remained of them. Dread and horror shifted to fear-fueled commotion, workers and residents scrambling to get out of the high-rises entrapping them just so they could pour into the streets already awash with rivers of steel, vehicles clogging up the roads breaking open as the beast closed in on its target. Smirking snout peering over the skyline, eyes unfocused and dreamy. Then, the massive, pink tip swinging across the view, pulsing and eager to meet them all in a tight embrace, bringing along with it a cloud of hot, pheromone-infused air that washed over the inner districts and choked out many a gasping breath. Thick haze rolling in, accompanied by the precipitation of endowments slick with sweat dripping from them in heavy, dense droplets. The humid heat pushing out the cool, autumn breeze and giving way to something much more akin to a tropical raining season. The fog inundated the streets, replacing clear skies with a soupy, grayish white that took away the orientation from the masses scrambling to get away from the approaching monster, turning the already hopeless flight into a chaotic, directionless rush. Panicked people stumbling to the ground, attempted hold slipping from cars covered in a slick film that their wipers couldn't fight against, vision turning from a blurry gray to a black tunnel as their lungs didn't manage to heave enough oxygen out of the seemingly toxic air.

Drew peered down along the glass spires, squinting as he tried to make out his reflection in the windows fogged up with his musk, to no avail. He could barely even see any of the commotion below, at best it was an indistinct whirling underneath clouds flowing through the concrete canyons. The look down on himself was still plenty enjoyable, no mirror needed, with how puny the smaller structures around him were in comparison to himself. But even the tallest ones only reached about as high as his chin, swaying invitingly despite that his steps had already come to a stop. Slowly, feeling the excitement seep through him with enough intensity to make him feel dizzy, he kneeled down. His package plummeting into the shopping district at the edge between business end residential areas, weighing heavily upon markets and malls before quashing them from the top, collapsing floors sandwiching the scurrying crowds and grinding them into a pulpy, scarlet slush within the jagged jaws of concrete. His hands for the two most convenient structures to his sides, catching a hastily-summoned helicopter off guard with a poke of his thumb. The suited- and dressed-up group standing on the rooftop anticipating their rescue felt the dread sink into their core as they watched their expected escape vehicle burst into a ball of flame, so preoccupied that they didn't notice the digits about to grip down until they were already embedded into the crumbling stone, an agonizing sensation of their bodies being pulled apart by sharp shards of reinforcing metal being driven into them as his hold tightened, the series of popping skulls barely felt beneath his fingertips.

With a content sigh he spread open his legs until his thighs dug into the facades on either side. Even while squatting, the fox's form was still one of the largest fixtures in the city center. And he was about to make that distinction much more pronounced, bucking his body forward and letting his pulsing shaft swing high into the air, thick droplets of sweat and thicker globs of precum glittering in the shallow-angled sunlight. As it neared the apex of its arc, he bit his lip, relaxed his shoulders and let out a relieved huff. With a resounding throb that fissured glass and concrete alike, his cock surged larger. The pink flesh straining and stretching, burgeoning veins peeking through the slick skin, its tip rising over his enough that he had to put the back of his head into the nape of his neck to keep it in view. The gust of displaced air blew away the dense mists below, revealing chaotic scenes of a failed, uncoordinated evacuation. The shining paint of countless vehicles tarnished from contact with the humid haze, every available surface covered in a slick sheen and people laying splayed out across the entirety of it, having stumbled and slipped, lost their sense of direction, struggling to tell up from down. Although Drew couldn't see any of it, his view taken up entirely by the hips-thick, bulging, heaving pillar starting to lean into its descent. Those who had held on to enough of their consciousness to breathe a sigh of fresh air saw much the same as they were cast in shadow, watching helplessly as the thousands of tons of flesh closed in. Almost jealous of those who had given in to the choking plumes, laying sprawled and passed out, unaware of the inescapable demise coming for them.

His tip slammed into the tallest spire before it, sending a tingle up his spine that made his fingers clench up abruptly, squashing his handholds into a fine sand. The office complex couldn't hold against the sheer mass barreling straight into it, the tower snapping into coarse chunks along its length. From the separations burst a flurry of furniture, fixtures and people, all collectively tumbling downward. Due to its weight and inertia, his shaft was coming in faster though, ripping through the solid concrete with ease, pulverizing anything in its path into clouds of dust and debris. A few larger bits managed to escape their immediate obliteration, instead being propelled by the kinetic force, raining down like a shower of short-range meteors that took out several building foundations or cleaved clean through solid structures, slicing through what- and whoever was in their path until they embedded themselves into the ground. As its descent continued, the burgeoning beast careened into further former fixtures of the city, its fat girth unbefitting for the far too narrow streets. Explosions littered its length as it proceeded on its deadly fall, flames lapping at the sensitive skin only agitating it further.

Finally, it hit the ground with an impact powerful enough to make it sink several dozen feet into solid earth, smashing past subterranean cables and subway tunnels, turning a stuck train into a metal fist clenching around its trapped passengers, their innards ejecting from the slits between its metaphorical fingers. A deafening, earth-shaking thoom resounding, the shockwave radiating out from the zone of direct destruction and dragging with it dense plumes of smoke, dust and detritus. Anyone left standing unprotected throughout the city was engulfed by the powerful flurries, fine shards of metal and glass slicing through fabric, fur and scales, tearing skin from sinew as they were sanded down from the outside in. Lipless jaws parting to horrid screams of agony drowned out in the deep reverberations, their teeth ripped from bleeding gums. Bones laid bare by the disintegrative gusts, flailing as the muscles that held them were cut apart. Organs pouring from abdomens rent apart, liquefying before they splattered to the ground in swirls. Heads snapped off bodies reduced to shreds, soaring through the air with darkened hollows where eyes used to be, still-attached backbone flailing and sending dreadful sensations to brains still clinging to the last inkling of consciousness. Until they impacted with the nearest crumbling wall or cracking ground, bursting into a fine mist of gray matter, leaving behind another splotch where a life used to be.

As the thoom rang out, the entire metropolitan center was left bereft of most of its inhabitants. Anyone outside having been disintegrated, those foolish enough to stand behind a window to watch the monster over the rooftops sliced apart by the shards, the ones inside vehicles finding themselves partially submerged in what remained of them after having been tossed about in the turbulent wake. Some survivors clinging to their broken, deafened, blinded lives for reasons they themselves didn't fathom, violet-hued eyes seeing them only as small, writhing dots among the ruins. Drew enjoyed surveying his surroundings reshaped by his dick-drop while he could. Despite all their powers, the strength he'd envied, the fastest runners, the smartest heads, they were all indistinguishable to him now, too tiny and insignificant to see them as anything but specks. But the fog of musk was already returning, rolling off the endowments he was straddling and swallowing the torn streets and crumpled buildings. Both of his hands were stemmed into his shaft, his rear squished against the pair of nuts rising behind him, his toes barely touching the ground. His height still the same as it was before, but his elevated seating and the reduced skyline let him look way out to the city outskirts and the ocean beyond, places he intended to reach.

Trying to gain a small amount of footing, he dug his paws into what remained of the ground and rose his hips as best he could. His attempted thrust however didn't move his endowments even a little, simply posing too much mass to shift given his statue. However, the motion still had the intended effect by virtue of causing another surge of size. His member lurched forward, barrelling through the battered remnants of skyscrapers quivering before it as it added another block's worth of length to itself, its girth widening the trench beneath it and lifting him higher. A ripple tingling through his balls, the towering orbs thickening, but instead of rising along with him, they sank into deepening craters that they dug into the ground, more than making up for their radius gained. A thick glob of precum formed at his tip, pouring out and turning an entire district into a swampy, gooey lake, the dense liquid not so much threatening to drown the residents, but outright crushing them into a homogeneous mass that melted away into the thick tides.

With a joyous grunt, he continued his motions, bouncing on his immensity that only became ever more gargantuan with each rhythmic growth spurt. His thickening shaft raking across feeble structures that felt like a series of prods and pops to him, fireballs of gas explosions disappearing into folds of flesh, flames drowned out by the steam billowing from them, the plumes so dense and overladen with his essence that the clouds wavered with a grayish tint. Emergency sirens fading away against the noises of burgeoning mass multiplying, trench turning into a veritable canyon that thoroughly rubbed out any evidence of the metropolis that once stood in its place. The ground-fissuring orbs roiling against his backside reshaped the land, bulldozing through the outskirts, turning streets and structures into hills of rubble, only to subsequently surge over them and merge them tightly with the bedrock that they stood on. His urethra bulging with enough precum to form lakes the size of entire towns, but each following bout of expansion caused them to simply serve as lubrication for his cock continuing to spear across the ever more diminutive cityscape.

The trench he dug became ever deeper, the walls of rock squeezing into his member as it drilled its way through the stone. His comparatively tiny body at the base of his bits not actually providing any movement despite him thrusting so hard that his hips bobbed and bubbled with abandon, but each one enticing his expansion, furthering his advance across the distant countryside below. Mountains shook with every pulsing throb reverberating far and wide, making tectonic plates shift and the molten insides of the world begin to whirl, spiking volcanic activity across the globe, lava billowing to the surface and plumes of ash ejected into the skies. However, compared to the countless cubic miles of precum spewing from his glans plowing its thousands of feet deep ravine and the thick fog of musk inundating the atmosphere and casting half the continent in heady, humid darkness, he continued to be a far more pressing problem. Finally, he felt a cold splash around his tip, ocean bursting from the open seas into the immense riverbed he'd made for them, rushing along his member and flooding through the cracks spreading away from it. The waters quickly heated up, turning to a frothy white as they lapped along the underside of the steaming shaft, providing just enough enticement to keep the gushing rapids of precum going, making up for what had drained inland and causing an off-white splotch that seemed to set out on replacing the blue before it in short order.

Given that the ocean didn't provide nearly as fun a plaything as digging a path of destruction through the continent did, Drew ceased his humping with a slightly shaky sigh, the excitement making him shiver as he gradually came down from his climactic approach. Although even he himself couldn't hear it over the angry, world-shaking roar from his balls denied their release, their size jolting larger with violent wobbles. He almost gave in to the feeling of another few amassments of civilizations leveled in their wake, the tiny, spindly structures more fun to pop than a roll of bubble wrap, each series of little crunches another million lives pulverized by the pressure of hundreds of thousands of pounds being forced upon them, most barely catching a glimpse of the orange fur emerging from the impenetrable fog before being disintegrated by it. But he wanted to get a good look of what was sure to be the greatest thing he'd ever seen, and everyone who managed to last him this long should too! However, from his position of being comfortably nestled between his throbbing, earth-splitting shaft and the midst of continent-cleaving nuts, he could hardly see further than the tip of his own nose dripping with condensation, too thick the dark, gray plumes that had supplanted the air around him.

So he relaxed his shoulders, stretched out his legs to either side and exhaled. His spine tingled as the tides of growth washed from his bits back into the rest of his body, his ears twitching with the noise of muscles swelling, limbs lengthening and bones groaning from the influx of size. As he breathed in, the layers of the clouds of his own making passed him by, gradually thinning out as his head rose through them. His legs slid along the tender, throbbing surface of his shaft, starting to feel its curvature after he could only experience it as a vast, flat plane beneath him. The added weight causing his endowments to sink into the bedrock a little further, crust heaving and moaning in protest against the stresses placed upon it. He felt the cold air blow against his face, his breath whirling away the thick canopy of steam, giving him a somewhat clear, if slightly murky view on the battered landscape below. He recognized a few of the coastlines and mountain ranges from maps he'd seen, although his romp had twisted and torn them into a much different arrangement than he remembered. Deep ravines cutting through the breadth of the entire continent, white rivers feeding crater lakes teeming with dense, hot tides, chunks of the inland finding themselves sealocked by oceans reformed. "Aw, sorry I missed all that!" His voice boomed out, deepening as his body continued catching up to the size of his endowments, echoes thundering out with such ear-piercing volume that it burst eardrums, cracked skulls and crumpled concrete the world over. He may have been able to hear the collective crunch and subsequent, deafened wails of agony, if the shockwaves of his speech didn't smother all other sound. "Won't happen again~"

His toes touched down, digits sinking into the battered earth as the weight of his body redistributed to his feet. He lifted his hands from his member and straightened his back, watching the curvature of the planet seemingly bend before him as he continued to rise higher by miles a moment. The sun hung over the horizon, its light creating an arc along the ground, interrupted here and there by a ravine or tear and wavering from his unceasing growth causing ripples to spread across the surface. Way in the distance, he could see the edges of another continent still shrouded in the darkness of night, countless lights shimmering on its surface looking all too inviting to him, already thinking about how to introduce himself to them all in the most effective way.

His day dreams were abruptly interrupted by a floating feeling. His legs tensed up, feet sliding outwards and dragging thousands of tons of rock with them until they finally found purchase in the shape of enough scrunched-up crust to stop their slip. His upper body teetered forwards, arms swaying wildly as he felt the heft from his groin pulling on him. He swung back, taking his endowments with him, one paw leaving the ground as the other only served as a pivot. The entire, two thousand mile tall fox twirled around, tail slapping down behind him for some semblance of support, dragging across the ground and slicing into it as it went along, bluntly sawing the already chunked-up continent apart in the middle, leaving a country-wide canal for water to crash into, filling up the trail of atomized plains, towns and mountain ranges. The glow on the horizon shifted around him, sun dipping lower than it had been, the sudden redistribution of his weight by the uncontrolled swinging of his hefty endowments tilting the planet's axis. Time and date were thrown out of alignment, the sudden motion disorienting machines and people alike as vehicles shut down abruptly, evacuees from buildings shaken by the seismic-atmospheric events tumbling to their knees and satellites losing their orbit, entering into a descent toward unknown locations down below.

The group of islands way out in the ocean blue had just seen their skies change from dark to light, the sun twirling along the heavens like a ceiling lamp in an earthquake. Now they were faced with the vast, view-filling toepads rapidly descending toward them, leaving them no chance to even whimper as the displaced air caved in their chests until their ribs snapped off and cut through the tissue of their deflated lungs. The pressure was like an invisible hand gripping their bodies and tensing into a relentless fist, limbs popped out of their sockets and broken into ever finer pieces. Jaws were slammed against each other, teeth shattering and shards tearing into their gums and out of their lips. Eyeballs pushing out of their heads, swollen red until they burst, blood pouring from their hollows just like from their ears, mouths and the holes in their skin where fractured bones pierced through from within. Finally, his foot fell, wiping away any evidence of the chain of little landmasses without so much as taking note of their existence. Water was shot miles high into the air, the waves lapping at the clouds before crashing back down, kicking up a radial tsunami that was set to overwhelm even the tallest walls with sky-high tides. His digits sunk straight into the seafloor, the crust cratering away from him as if it didn't want to hold him any longer. Molten rock spewed from between his toes, instantly setting the waters to a boil and hardening the foaming, fiery masses into basalt around his pads, just barely clinging together to provide him with enough of a solid step to catch himself and return to a stable stance, lest letting the giant fall and bodyslam the world into oblivion right then and there.

Drew sighed through his teeth, his rapid heartbeat causing minor seismic shifts at a high frequency, but gradually slowing as the startling sensation passed. His balance returned, although his endowments were still far heftier than they had been originally. However, considering the lava rolling over his paws and the crust already badly buckling under his weight, he decided against catching up by that last bit, as to not take an unwanted plunge into the fiery depths. While certainly more cozy than the upper atmosphere, splashing around in the mantle wouldn't be a very satisfying apocalypse. Besides, he liked his proportions better this way, and the stratosphere was already heating up just from him standing there, the wisps of steam thickening into rising clouds colored by a dark violet hue. He watched them spread across the ruined lands with their very phallic, now water-filled indentation in the middle. Rushing winds bringing the humid warmth down on the survivors left to stare at the heaving immensity above them. Pulsing veins reverberating a deep thrummed through their heads, despite most having lost their hearing to a perpetual, shrill shriek of their overloaded nerves, they could still feel the noise wavering around and into them. Droplets of sweat pooling in the folds of the straining, swaying sack, lazy rivulets forming, flowing to the bottom and dripping off, dollops impacting like meteors, leaving murky crater lakes right where they landed.

Just before his cloud cover became fully opaque, he spotted an almost pristine chunk of land in the center of the continent, cut out cleanly by the seams of the mountain ranges surrounding it on all sides. Other than a few minor fissures across, it seemed to be relatively unharmed, separated from the chaos around it, ready and presenting for the taking. Which is exactly what Drew decided to do. He lifted his foot out of the ocean where it left a pawprint in the freshly-formed basalt, moved it over a few hundred miles and set it back down as gently as possible, feeling the pieces of tectonic plates shift beneath his weight, but despite their groaning and crackling, they didn't give way underneath. The shaking was still enough to hamper the rescue and salvage operations just having begun in the last pockets of civilization remaining on the whole landmass, causing buildings teetering on the edge of structural failure to collapse entirely, emergency vehicles carrying the injured to spin out of control and despair to return before it had even started to fade properly. The situation only got worse as gravity seemed to suddenly increase around them, the ground scrunching up, being compacted from two sides. Roads folding over, barrel rolling trucks and cars along before squashing them flat, their passengers squelched like grapes, causing a red mist to spray out among the puffs of dust and smoke escaping the jaws of asphalt clamping shut. City districts reshaped abruptly, the already broken ruins shifting with such jerky motion that entire sections of towers were ripped off and tossed into the fray, crashing into their surroundings and toppling even the sturdiest structures from the direct impact. Air rushed across the chunk of land, centrifugal forces pressing its inhabitants into the ground where they had no chance to break out in panic, instead only left to watch as the sky fell.

They broke through the gray clouds, a rush of warmth quickly replaced by cold darkness, stars twinkling in the sky. It stopped as abruptly as it started, the weight lifting from them so fast that it felt like they were on an overeager elevator that sent them soaring into the heavens, the air thin, a metallic taste as they breathed in the blackness for a moment. Only for a new view to shutter that once more, gasping as a vast blue disk closed in on them, the scrunched landscape reflecting off of the glassy void in the middle. The pupil narrowed, muscle strands on the iris around it visibly contracting, the force of their minute motions felt as a shudder spreading through the patch of dirt being held in two immense, clawed hands. Drew's lower lids were pushed up by his cheeks as he smirked at the puny blips before him, spotting some motion among the smoke and chaos. "Wow, you actually made it through pretty good! Must be where the folks with the strongest powers are... after me." His voice was so deep that it sounded more akin to an eldritch monstrosity roaring its maddening message into the feeble mortals beneath, unable to comprehend that they were being complimented on their impressive survival skills. Although really, had they understood it, it would have only served to stir their fears further, given the teasing threat that swung along with it. "You'll get a special spot above everyone else!"

Before his words had rung out, gravity shifted again as they entered their descent. Dust and debris rising, people feeling light-headed and stumbling, but instead of hitting the ground, they floated in place. Flailing their limbs as they soared weightlessly, trying to grasp for the nearest fixture to pull themselves toward, fingertips just a few dreadful inches away from solid earth. Spinning around, the world them turning in circles, sideways, upside-down. The choir of snaps, crunches and splatters announced the arrival at their designated height. The earth below them stopped its descent, giving them only a split second to realize just how fast they were falling before they faced the hard facts. Heads smashing into concrete, bursting like coconuts and spreading chunks of cranium across a broad area, decapitated bodies slumping into a motionless pile. Backs breaking as they slammed down, tearing vertebrae out of their sockets, splitting apart and slicing into the cavity before them, chopping up vital organs along the way before their shrapnel burst from chests and bellies, leaving their owners laying paralyzed as the blood poured up their throats. Even the strongest legs unable to buffer the fall, sinew ripping and bones being utterly pulverized, turning limbs into soft appendages flailing wildly as they tumbled unhindered into the nearest sharp chunk of debris, fissure in the ground or pile of bodies.

Their screams of agony turned into a gurgle almost immediately. Thick plumes of gray fell over the chunk of rock nestled comfortably in the cleft of Drew's nuts, so dense and humid that their voices couldn't resound through it and their lungs struggled to drag it in. What little they managed coated their respiratory tracks with a thick layer of hot, viscous condensation, tossing them into coughing fits desperate to eject the glue-like substance clogging up their vital airways, every heaving gasp worsening their state and pushing them closer to outright drowning in the haze. Drew smiled contently at the little spot disappearing into the mists, his head craned over to peer past his shaft held in his hand. With the digits of his other one, he gave them a little wave. "See you all again... never." Then he loosened his grip and let his member slump back. With a hefty, turgid whump, it buried the small spot entirely. The resulting jolt of stimulation raced up his back, eliciting a wince. The impact sent ripples across his sack, a small lapse in restraint causing it to surge out between his legs, crashing into the ground, erasing the cock-shaped crater and replacing it with a pair of larger, nut-induced ones. A hefty splurch of precum shot out from his tip, filling out the hole that he had pulled the almost pristine chunk of land out of entirely, flooding its surroundings and rendering the last unravaged stretches of continent thoroughly uninhabitable.

On the inside, the situation rapidly deteriorated. They were engulfed by darkness, few lights powerful enough to shine through the smog. The temperature rose to unbearable levels almost immediately, feeling like they were being boiled barely alive by the sheer body heat of the gargantuan vulpine. Every available surface utterly drenched in oozing liquid condensing upon them, raging rivers forming in seconds, crashing over the battered and broken bodies unable to fight against the violent currents. The plumes thickening at a terrifying rate, the concentration of musk amplifying exponentially, not just saturating, but outright replacing all air that hardly was available to them in the first place. Feeling their hide burn as the tides washed over them, searing blisters forming as the caustic masses began to dissolve fur and scales alike. Eyes clenching shut, but quickly rendered exposed once more as their lids were boiled away, the corrosive sludge ripping skin off in shreds, chunks of sinew still attached to them. The disintegrative, overdense liquid forcing itself into them from the rising pressure, through their throats, ears and now-empty ocular cavities. Innards brought to an acid boil, organs melting away into a homogeneous mire gushing out from the many holes in their tattered bodies coming apart at the frothing seams. Senses enraptured by unparalleled agony, the signal to scream in abject anguish lost to spines laid bare until their brains were but a coarse slush bubbling from cracks in skulls sublimating away into a fine, osseous foam. Concrete ruins and bedrock alike dissolving into the deepening violet, small patch of land swallowed by the tides in such short an order that it only lasted for the time it took Drew to bend down and lift his rumbling sack off the ground, setting his sights on his next target through the mists billowing from under his chin.

Considering his last experiencing with his wildly swinging lower-body mass, he bent down and reached his fingers underneath his almost surface-scraping nuts. As he lifted them up, his quiet groan was louder than that of the crust bending as he carelessly shifted his weight, causing ocean and magma currents alike to begin swirling chaotically. His exhalation and the waving of his tail aiding in his balance sending stormy gusts around the globe, blasting the mists emanating from his package dripping with his essence into every corner of the world. Any uncovered face could feel the humid heat against it, making skin tingle, eyes tear and throats burn from the sheer potency of musk, despite being diluted by an atmosphere worth of air. A deep, heavy, utterly intoxicating scent that worked its way through their spiking senses, primal synapses firing with both fear and arousal, yelps and screams mixed with gasps and moans. Many falling to their knees in shock, thighs tense and expressions twisted, trying to regain control against the overstimulation physically pinning them where they had dropped. Looking toward the horizon, but at best only seeing the vague shape of the giant monster shifting behind the mists of his own making.

Drew took great care to keep his steps gentle and precise. His mass moved slowly and gradually, his gaze focused on the orange glow where the crust's structural integrity was at its weakest, watching it flare up as his toes left the ground, but remaining sufficiently intact to support his weight as he moved them toward the open seas. Splaying his digits as to give himself more surface area, his paw descended like a meteor, its descent vaporizing the water beneath as it plummeted into the tides. Blasting them away in a sky-high spray, froth lapping at the clouds as the waves radiated from where his foot came down. The deepest ocean depths hardly reaching up to his ankles, despite him reducing the seafloor height by several miles upon impact, and more as his step began to roll off. The bedrock split, the red of the mantle revealing itself, tinting the once seemingly bottomless blue in more ominous shades and bringing them to a rolling boil as they fought against the molten rock. The hissing steam shooting up barely even whirling up the much hotter and denser haze above, thin vapor dissipating into the packed smog so heavy that it poured off of his endowments descended like clouds from liquid nitrogen.

As his other paw soared across the coastline of the continent still shrouded in night, the atmospheric disturbance blew away those mists for a moment, giving him a brief view of what laid below. Vast stretches of land left yet untouched, the little lights of cities dense primarily near the edges and then thinning out into the distance, the densest metropolitan center so close that most of it was blocked by his shaft pulsing excitedly against his chin and hefty sack still held in his grasp. And in turn the populace below got a good look at him as his legs spread wide, paws disappearing over opposite horizons, their ankles bathed in a warm glow from beneath. In-between them the vast, soft masses of his balls, gargantuan orbs held by digits digging into the fur, clearly barely retaining their grip against the sheer weight so immense that they could feel the gravitational force pulling up on their sinking hearts. Thick streams of sweat and condensed musk pooling in the folds, pouring along the wrists, forming long strands until finally dripping off in hefty globs that whizzed through the night with a terrifyingly low-pitched whistle. Coming down with enough might to level entire outskirt towns in the shockwaves from each one, pulverizing sinew, bone and concrete alike in super-heated pressure radiating out with untold force. Even miles away, the sheer dissipating thermic energy was still enough to bend solid metal beams like chewing gum and searing flesh until it blistered in the heat, unlucky survivors screeching in agony from tattered lips as their fur, feathers or scales were cooked off, blood from the bursting boils coating their disfigured bodies. The fabric of the clothes they had been wearing liquefied and fused with their molten hide, chaotic interconnections of limbs and skulls getting ripped up by the slightest motion, flaying mixtures of cotton, nylon and skin leaving broad gashes behind.

Eyes red and squinting where they still had lids to speak of peered at the burning streaks rising into the thickening plumes, filled with far more abject despair than desperate hope. The flares of the missiles only served to put into perspective just how utterly colossal the behemoth looming over them was, blips of light getting smaller and smaller as they rose into the heavens, making it clear just how far above those enormous nuts truly were, in spite of feeling palpably close, their rumbling groans ringing with deafening intensity. The seconds ticked by, the fiery lines and glowing dots at the ends shrinking further, disappearing into the haze. The destructive detonations were hardly more than brief flashes of light, simply minuscule against the immensity of what they were sent out to combat. Explosions incapable of leaving a single mark on the wet fluff, their fiery heat much tamer than the steel-melting ambient temperatures. The kinetic force unleashed by the collectively mounted, final defense enough to split the world in twain, but only barely even making Drew aware that it was occurring at all, a slight tingle somewhere in the cleft of his balls. Their greatest minds, strongest muscles and most powerful weapons in their last, grand attempt to stop him couldn't reach up to more than an errant, short-lived tickle that left no trace of it having even happened. He smirked.

"Is that all?" His voice thundered across the globe, the sound waves booming over the land with such intensity that he could watch the little lights below flicker out wherever it radiated. The pressure of the deep, bassy thooms from each syllable cracking mountains and shattering teeth with ease, bursting eardrums at the least and entire skulls far more commonly, a series of puny pops and crunches the only response to his rhetoric question. He let his fingers slip slightly, the increase in his package's heft unseen by most now engulfed in a choking haze once more, but clearly felt as a nauseating, dread-instilling shift in gravity. "Let me show you a proper explosion."

With a grin, he let go. Countless tons of weight taken from his shoulders and set to be put unto the populace instead. Their quiet dread abruptly erupting into abject panic as the inescapable reality truly set in. Gripped by terror, running into any which direction as if there were a hope of escape, deathly screams flaring up to a collective shriek of billions. But much like they would be, it was short-lived, the sudden increase in air pressure working against their feeble lungs, choking out their voices with a strength far beyond what even the most powerful of them could put out. Instead, the direction reversed, the hot, dense and compressed smog forcing themselves into their bodies. Like fire it rushed down stretching throats, musk condensing along their trachea and immediately causing a sizzling acid burns throughout it. Lungs inflating to their limits with the caustic haze, tissue seared until the walls gave in, chests bubbling and boiling from within before pressurized sprays of frothing blood and organs turned to slurry burst free. But the pressure only increased rapidly and without relent, pinning limbs into the ground bending from the sheer force, skin and sinew ripped from snapping bones, brains turned into smears as heads imploded like currants squeezed too hard. Thermic energy rising into a searing heat blasting across countless square miles of the surface, vaporizing water, melting rock into slag and utterly atomizing hundreds of millions of bodies as the ancient lands around them were deformed into a vast crater from the super-heated, ultra-dense pressurized, musk-drenched air, the furthest radiations wavering out causing continental devastation that reshaped the face of the globe. And yet, his nuts were still far above it all, just a harbinger of the might to be unleashed as they accelerated toward impact.

With his legs spread wide, they hit the ground at full speed. Thousands of square miles of the surface instantly obliterated, cracks radiating across the planet and abruptly changing its primary color from blue to a fiery red, both tinted by the atmosphere inundated with thick, steamy clouds. Billions were wiped out from one moment to the next, entire countries erased and landscapes ripped apart. Drew felt his sack sinking into the warm depths of the world, lava lapping at the burgeoning orbs tensing with need as his spine stood up straight and a gasp escaped his lips. His member trailed behind in a broad arc, a thick strand of precum spewing from its tip as it made its descent, its flaring head aimed right onto the opposite coast. As it slammed its weight into the ground, deforming the whole hemisphere from the sheer might of its strike, his vision turned into stars. Thighs tensing up, teeth clenching, eyes rolling up as the intensity of sensations overwhelmed him. Dizzy and disoriented, he keeled over, stemming his arms into his shaft swelling with an apocalyptic deluge of seed, its urethra distending and deepening the cross-continental trench it had dug, tip sinking deeper into the molten rock as his digits curled into the smooth, glistening surface, bucking his hips involuntarily to drive it further into the mantle.

A thunderous moan fought with the even louder crash of oceans worth of seed blasting into the planet at a downward angle. The shot tore through magma with ease, something far denser than mere molten rock, tearing through the crust as it emerged once more, cutting a line straight across the misshapen, crumbling sphere. Drew's vision was blurred with intense pleasure overloading his senses and hazy with the clouds steeping off of his endowments. But even in this state, he could make out the fiery spray, lava and cum blasting into the atmosphere, soaring toward the heavens among heavy chunks of broken crust before gravity took hold of them again and brought them down, turning them into a violent barrage of meteoric missiles crashing back into the earth and shattering its structure wherever they landed. He felt every impact ripple through his being, spiking his excitement further, having to crane his head back more and more to keep his vision in one place. Tumbling forward, he felt the heat rise around his shaft, engulfing it in a cozy, enticing warmth that made it all the easer to let himself fall. Loosening the grip on himself, growth setting back in involuntarily, the world unable to hold his weight anyway. He expected to crash into its surface shortly, barely managing to lift his arms to brace for impact - but it never came. Instead, he felt his cock hit something round and metallic, sending a sudden spike of pleasure up his spine that made him twitch, buck and throb with immense vigor, accompanied by a turgid, hefty crunch.

The sudden coldness brought him back to his senses. A black canvas interrupted by white streaks and the occasional reddish spark flickering out. A pink spire below, shimmering in the orange light of two flares on either side of it. Squeezing his lids shut and opening them again a few times until his vision came into focus once more. The tail end of his first rope blasted out into space, his member twitching, contracting itself over and over again around the stream still going strong, pumping it out with enough force that his urethra smashed the solid iron core of the world trapped beneath it, pulverizing it into a fine dust that melted away in the smog starting to engulf him once more, heating up the void that seemed to be expanding away from him faster than before, as if the space itself were afraid of him. Two broken pieces of the planet sliced in twain floating on either side, molten innards seeping out slowly. He leaned over and gently grabbed them with the tips of his fingers, palms cupping the gashes at the bottom as he peered at the surface of what could only in very generous terms be described as hemispheres anymore. He looked over their tops covered in cracks and fissures, oceans drained and boiled away, mountain ranges torn, civilization wiped away. And yet, he could spot a few errant patches of green here and there, tiny blips of artificial light still shining on where remaining survivors huddled together, looking into the heavens filled with the blue of his eyes that reflected the reddish glow around them. Their view tilted, past teeth grinning at them, stretches of red fur rushing by and finally giving way to smooth, rosy skin, dripping wet and steaming. The centrifugal force pressed them into the ground as they accelerated toward it.

Drew smashed the two pieces into his cock with full force, feeling the rock burst apart in his fingers. Tongue rolling out of his face twisted into a cruel, thoroughly joyful grimace, he relaxed his restraints, giving his roaring nuts the space they deserved. Swelling out rapidly across the bounds of the solar system, ripping through the asteroid belt and drowning the sun within their cleft, they tensed up with such might that it made the fabric of space itself shudder. The deluge of seed unleashed blasted all the way to the edge of the universe, wiping out countless worlds, snuffing out every star and choking black holes with far more white than they could handle. As he watched the last remnants of the planet dissipate into dust and dying sparks over his second shot picking up steam set to drown out the cosmos, he sunk back into his balls and let himself grow.