Green with Entropy
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Lavender eyes pulled themselves off of the intricate patterns engraved upon the polished brass and darted over to the front door. The jingling of keys rung out and the handle turned, the slate of wood being clumsily bumped away to reveal the tall, broad figure behind it. Brown scales spilling from a shirt that was supposed to be loose-fitting, but the kobold's immense form made it look more like a tight suit crumpled among sinew, just about as laden with bulk as he was with the bags of groceries between all available fingers.

"Don't worry, I got it!" He blurted out before even waiting for an offer of help, heaving his haul across the room and onto the kitchen counter with a hefty thump. Along the way, he mustered his green-furred friend sitting at the table, adorned with a pair of bracelets around his wrists and matching rings on each hand. He leaned over to squint at them. "Huh, nice swag?" It was more a question than a compliment. "Didn't know you were much into jewelry above the ankles. Do these say something neat on them?" Thomas shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing I can read! I just came across these at that weird thrift store down the road and they seemed... interesting, somehow."

"I think they call themselves 'antiques'." Clover chuckled as he began to peel a few cans of soup from the straining fabric carrying them. "But I couldn't tell ya what the difference is... was it your turn with dinner?" The green drox wrapped his digits around the ring on his left hand and wiggled it back and forth, air hissing out from between his teeth. "Yeaahh probably? But, uh, I kinda need a nap." The kobold tossed the now empty bag into the corner and moved on to the next one. "Too exhausted from browsing old junk?" Thomas cleared his throat and rose up from his seat. "Can't we just order a pizza or something?" He asked, already shuffling toward the hallway. The shrug he got in response was accompanied by a soft pop, the collar of the bold's shirt having given in and almost split it in twain across his melon-sized pecs. "Eh, sure, I'll get the usual," he acquitted. A thumbs-up and a closing door was the only semblance of a reply as his friend absconded to his room.

Thomas huffed, loosening his fingers from his shirt and releasing it from being pulled over the protruding bulge in his pants. With his back against the door, he fumbled at the straining button at the front, his claws barely managing to push it through the opening, but then quickly retracting as the two sides parted with an audible pop. He yanked on the waistbands of both the upper- and undergarments restricting him, with a little too much vigor than intended. The almost underarm-sized, rock-hard member flung out of its confinement with a pulse and a flourish, unleashing a veritable rope of precum from its head through the air in a wide arc, splattering from the floor all the way up to his chin. The wet thump of black flesh hitting his belly completed the unmistakable markings on his shirt, although without the stains on the carpet it only told about a third of the story.

He groaned with a mixture of annoyance and need, shaking his pants off of his paws while pulling the fabric of the unintentional canvas over his head, leaving them both in a heap on the floor. Letting himself flump onto his bed, he closed his eyes for a moment, heaving a long sigh. Freeing his bits didn't make them feel any less tight in the slightest. The throbbing of his shaft almost painfully strong, thumping in his ears, each incessant contraction pumping even more pre through it, forming a sticky waterfall over the top of the curved surface. He peered down to watch it begin to pool into his crotch. It was like he'd been edging himself on for hours, except he'd really only started to feel frisky at all mere minutes earlier.

With shaky fingers, he made an attempt at unlatching his wristbands, as the polished brass of them and the matching rings were probably not intended to be worn amongst copious amounts of liquid. But before he could make any headway, a sudden jolt interrupted him. His back arched, hands pressed themselves against his chest and his toes curled, tightly squeezing the rings around his digits into the pads below them. He just barely managed to suppress a howling moan into a growling "mrrph!" as the next powerful contraction unleashed another splurt of precum, so voluminous that it could have counted as a first or second rope of climax in itself. Its untargeted trajectory made a streak all the way from the far corner of the bed, over his shoulder and chest, where it firmly thwarted his intentions of keeping his new accessories out of this mess.

So he decided to just go for it instead and worry about the state of rings and bracelets later. Both hands wrapping around his pulsing, overeager member, its heat radiating into his palms like it was a hot mug of coffee. A storm of sensations whirled through his head, making his hips buck involuntarily and twitching his muscles barely kept under conscious control. He had to clench his teeth to not howl in undue titillation, despite the only action he was getting being simple touch. Eyelids fluttering, his gaze rose to the ceiling as he began to actually work himself in earnest, lips parting to let his tongue loll out from between them. Trying his best to stroke, but the sheer bouts of pleasure bombarding him made it almost impossible to get a rhythm going, instead spending most of his energy thrashing in ecstasy. He couldn't explain just why it felt so unreasonably amazing, but also could hardly think straight in the throes of excitement. With his senses dulled from the overload, he was barely even aware of his surroundings anymore. The series of loud, door-shaking knocks ripped him from his rapture.

Clover, after receiving no response yet again, pushed down the handle. "Hey, they were out of dough so I or-ourgh!" A sudden force hit the kobold like a truck. It was like his legs were suddenly turned into a gelatinous mass unfit for holding up his immense frame. He stumbled forward, slamming the door wide open before landing on the ground with a crash, arms splayed to either side of him and leaving him as a momentary pile of bulk on the floor. With dilated eyes and blurry vision, he lifted his upper body back upright, seeing his friend only as a fuzzy shape on the bed in front of him. Swaying dizzily back and forth, he opened his maw to try and formulate a question - but was immediately interrupted by another rush of force sweeping through him, making him let out an involuntary roar instead.

His muscles contracted violently, his biceps almost doubling their already barrel-sized width, pecs bulking and burying his head between them and his broadening shoulders, the accidental show of strength tearing his battered shirt to nothing more than fine shreds. His pants didn't fare much better as they were pierced by his cock abruptly hardening into a person-sized pillar of pink flesh ripping through the feeble fabric and hitting the ground with a turgid thump. His scream trailed off into a confused whimper, his limbs relaxing, back hunching forward and vision becoming clear.

The green blob at the far end of the room turned into a drox looking back at him, stammering as he sat naked at the edge of his bed, hands clinging to the mattress between his legs in a futile attempt to cover himself up. The strange, purple glow from the jewelry he was still wearing only drawing more attention to exactly that area, Clover's eyes fixating on the wavering strands rising from the brass, pulling Thomas' gaze toward it as well. With a mixture of confusion and intrigue, he lifted his hands up to his face, the etchings casting geometric patterns across his furrowed brow.

Then, without warning, they flashed brightly. His hips thrust forth, shifting the bed across the floor with a squeak. The kobold joined in with an even higher-pitched one as it felt like he'd just been punched in the gut, keeling over and shuddering from the force. With teary eyes, he saw the pink mass before him descend in a direction it shouldn't. It was like an ethereal warmth wrapped itself around it, pulling on it, yet pushing it down at the same time. Making it rise up, while it was clearly lowering in front of his very eyes. Like it was sinking down. No, it was shrinking!

The two gasped in unison. With a sudden lurch, Thomas' shaft shot up in length by almost a whole arm's worth, its girth thickening by the same amount, balls filling beneath and rolling down the side of the bed. His inspection of the glow interrupted by a joyous howl accompanied by the wet splurch of yet another, even larger volley of precum, almost hitting the ceiling before splashing to the ground as a heavy rain. The confusion on his face replaced by glee, his eyes following the arc until they met with Clover's disoriented gaze. He couldn't help but grin, feeling the newfound power rushing through him, almost pulling him toward this mountain of mass ready for the taking.

As the drox swung himself off of the bed, the sudden surge almost made him tumble right back onto it again. Accompanied by a wide-eyed whimper from his scaled friend, his muscles tensed to their fullest and then relaxed without rescinding any of their size. A warmth spread throughout his body, joints popping and skin stretching, his head rising a few inches higher. His entire form bulking out and widening, but only barely enough to hold up the additional weight of his package gaining another ten pounds of leg-swaying, knee-bending mass. All the while the hulking kobold keeled over, looking like he collapsed in on himself a little. Despite still being at least twice as wide as Thomas was tall, Clover seemed so powerless, quivering as his slit-like pupils staring into the dim glow of the other pair of eyes with a mixture of fright and yearning.

"Thanks-" the voice made both of them flinch a little with how much lower and louder it was than usual, but Thomas quickly reaffirmed his cocky grin. He would have looked down at Clover if he could, but even when kneeling, he was still about a head too tall for that. Yet. "-for coming in, I could really use another pair of big, strong helping hands." He took a step in the direction of the door. The glow from his accessories as well as his eyes flared up once more, ethereal tendrils of light reaching toward their target and making the kobold yowl - not with pain, but with unabashed pleasure. His spiked, rock-hard member throbbed violently, his bulk tightened with such vigor that it rattled the entire room and his spine straightened to make him look another bit taller. Only for all that strength to rush right out of him, and into the drox in kind. One cock pulsed larger as the other retracted, balls filled up as the others drained, one hulking form dwindling as the much smaller frame surged broader in response.

Clover felt dizzy as he came down from the high that the sudden drainage had thrown him into. He tried to peer over at his friend, but for the first time, he had to raise his chin just a little. And unlike before, the back of his head didn't hit the immense mass of his shoulders. With slight disorientation he looked down on himself, seeing for a moment the tatters of the clothes his size had ripped apart just minutes ago hang all too loosely on his body. But he didn't get to marvel at it for long as another bout of rapture gripped him tightly. He moaned as his senses were caught in a whirl of excitement, barely winding down before the next storm picked up right on its tail and made him writhe in his own, shrinking scales once more. Lost in the relentless vortex of joy, only the rhythmic noise of Thomas' steps. A thud. A resounding thump. A careless thoom accompanied by the rattling of furniture and creaking of crossbeams.

Then, abruptly, it stopped. All tension was sapped from his form, the waves of pleasure ebbing off and his senses snapping back almost violently. He crumpled like paper, slumping to the floor. Not with a crash, but with a flump. His cheek sliding over the carpet, rather than hanging suspended somewhere between his pecs and shoulders. With his vision returning to focus, he stared at his hand. The thin fingers, the wrist unburied, the spindly arm unpacked of mountains of muscle. It was an outright alien sight, making him recoil. With a gasp, he rose up, stumbling to his feet, trying to get a look down on himself - but instead having his field of view taken up by deep, dark, fuzzy green.

Thomas let out a low, rumbling chuckle. His voice boomed at several octaves lower than normal, making the window pane rattle in unison with the bellowing sound. "Nah, you're not built for a ballrest!" He bucked his hips a little, releasing the small lizard's snout from the cleft of his nuts and returning him out into the open. The scrawny, now much more conventionally-sized bold gasped at the sight. The sack in front of him like a pair of furred hills, the dark flesh arching like a canopy above. He continued to stumble back further, head craning only higher as he crossed the whole length of the member as big as a person, finally revealing the face of his friend right under the ceiling, smirking cockily back at him. While not quite as broad and muscular as he had been moments ago, Thomas made up for it in height and, primarily, a package that was almost as large as his entire body, idly bouncing with every heartbeat and making the whole room quiver along with it. Clover felt like he was petrified staring at this giant monster, but his eyes glowed only with unmistakable excitement. His fingers twitched as he tried to reach out toward the heaving pillar of flesh, but before he could even raise his arms-

"Go for rubbing instead." Whumph. It felt like a whole ton of drox cock slamming down on him, with two additional ones sloshing in his balls to boot. The floor simply sank, the kobold descending into a shapely crater fitting him more than comfortably. His surprised but joyous squeal was totally inaudible to the world beyond the flesh. Surrounded tightly by the hot, pulsing masses, the tides of ecstasy returned. With all strength he had left, Clover stemmed all four of his limbs into the immensity above. His entire body spasming, feeling the heaving lurch in response as another smattering of size was packed onto the oversized beast. Giving it his all as he heard the happy, bassy churring, the crash of the door being torn from his hinges, the gushing of gallons of seed flooding through the hallway. Huffing as the folds of skin engulfed him whole, his feeble muscles burning as he strained them to their meager limits, his desperate motions slowing as he shrunk deeper and deeper into the darkness. A gasp, a final push, one more rapturous whirl arching his spine - before he surrendered to the enormity, sinking into warmth and comfort.

"Heh, nice try anyway!" To Clover's regret, he felt himself getting dragged out of his cozy prison and into all too bright light. Dangling in front of a broad, smiling face peering at his now pocket-sized form, tail held between fingers big enough for him to hug individually. Thomas' head hunkered under the cracked ceiling, barely fitting into the room despite only sitting down. As he rotated freely, he got a look across the ruins around him, hefty paws having squeezed holes into the walls, claws drug trenches into the carpet floor and the deluge of thick, steaming precum having turned the hall- into an off-white waterway. The drox mustered the spindly, puny bold for a little longer, until he saw his gaze yearningly return to whence he was torn from. He inhaled to say something, but was thwarted by the doorbell chiming in. "Ah, right, you ordered some support."

The rabbit sighed and adjusted their cap barely fitting over their broad, floppy ears while trying to hold the soggy cardboard boxes at the furthest corner where they weren't totally soaked in sauce yet. Seriously, what kind of pizzeria ran out of dough? Upon hearing a rumbling from inside, they quickly returned to a professional pose, forcing a smile. It's part of the uniform, gotta put it on if you wanna get paid. Then again, the situation presenting itself was clearly far above their pay grade.

With a deafening crash, the door flung open, knocking the boxes straight from their hands and flinging both them and the bunny in different trajectories onto the lawn. From the jagged frame, a large, lavender eye peered out, a cheeky grin widening below as a wavering glow flared up and shimmering strands began to reach for the rabbit. Almost as if the structure posed no resistance at all, the face behind the wall forced itself right through it, supports snapping in twain and shingles raining into the grass. Two bulky hands slammed down on either side, the same light emanating from them, one wrapped around a small, brown figure raising its arms to a cheer. With dust billowing around him, Thomas stood up from the remnants of the home, walls folding away as he unfurled his full ten feet of height, the gigantic package coming into view only adding to his imposing form.

Without taking their eyes off of the beast, the rabbit backpedaled through the grass. Their hat bouncing off of their head, sleeves of their shirt getting tangled up under their hands, formerly tight pants turning into an obstructive mess of fabric as the glowing tendrils engulfed their body and pulled the size right from them, only adding to the behemoth's mass. The drox shook his head with a smirk, watching the little figure dwindle all too rapidly before he could even get to them. "Tsk, too bad!" His voice boomed out with such deafening intensity that gusts of wind rushed across the lawn and the clouds of smoke around him were swirled all about. "You're not gonna provide much worship if you shrink away that quickly."

With a shrug, Thomas lifted his paw over the hapless figure struggling to wind themselves out of the fabric of their once so restrictive uniform. The dark green pads replaced their view of the sky entirely, casting a deep shadow over them. They tried to run, but hardly made any headway at all as they continued to diminute the further the splaying digits closed in. The big, bold letters on the ring around his toe tauntingly proclaiming "SHRINK" sans neither serif nor tact driving in the point to an unnecessary degree. The air was pressed out of their lungs as the gap between sole and soil narrowed, the darkness enclosing them as the weight kept mounting. The rabbit felt themselves dwindle at an ever accelerating pace. Blades of grass turning into vast planes. Motes of dust squeezing them down. Plunging into the voids between matter. Disappearing entirely as the foot fall finished. A glimpse of consciousness looking out across the now endless, green surface before plummeting into it, forever.

A tiny jolt of height was all that the drox could feel from his step. Lifting his paw from the shape it dug, all that was left in it was a crumpled uniform. "Man, you're almost making me wish I'd done worse!" The little voice of his hand-held kobold squeaked from his grasp. Thomas smirked in response bringing Clover up to his face as he began to walk. "Don't get jealous, you're in for something much better! We're gonna go to a place where they should know a thing or two about worship."

Each of his brisk steps was accompanied by a thooming impact that cracked the pavement, leaving paw prints along the way large and deep enough for a person to lay in it. His heavy package swayed around his ankles, making his strides require a wide berth that only added to their weightiness. There weren't many people out in this quiet part of town, but most of them spotted the behemoth from far away, choosing to turn heel or their vehicle around and bound in the other direction. He could feel the eyes of a few inhabitants peer at him through their windows, the wisps of ethereal energy slightly sapping at them through the glass and gradually making him swell just a little larger as he went along. A single, inattentive driver tried to pass him by, instead abruptly veering into a lawn and coming to a stop. He chuckled as he watched the small, gray-furred figure just barely manage to open the door, letting out a quiet squeak as the seat they were on turned into a mountainous plateau, body dwindling away into nothing.

With a twist of his ankle that displaced the sidewalk stones beneath his pads, Thomas spun around towards the large, alabaster building. It almost looked like it was made for someone his size, with its tall double doors dimensioned to fit him comfortably, the two statues on either side still a few heads taller than him. The pair of canines towered over anyone wishing to pass through the gates to their temple, one pretty bottom-heavy wolf covered in just a couple strands of fabric loosely draped over his body peering down, while the fox in long robes on the other side leered at him with crossed arms. They looked kinda cute, but the drox was set on converting their disciples to his own cause instead! It took him just two bouncy steps to leap up the entire flight of stairs leading to the entrance, his attempt to reach out and open the doors triumphantly thwarted by the momentum of his package, his cock slamming into the wood with a hefty, crashing slap. The hinges cracked and the two boards careened into the walls on the inside.

The whole congregation whirled around to stare at the figure filling out the entire width of the entranceway. All kinds of faces, hundreds of them, looking at him startled, before they all morphed into different mixtures of fear, anger and suppressed excitement. Having missed his timing, Thomas cleared his throat, trying to assume a more imposing pose than the one of having only just happily skipped into position. Clover saw it as an opportune moment to do his part, squeezing out of his friend's loose grasp with letting himself fall. He landed on the pillow of black flesh with a squeak, immediately starting to work his fingers into the warm surface, his tail flicking joyously and his eyes glowing with devotion. The still-swinging nuts letting out a gurgling rumble, interrupting the jeering welling up and giving the drox another few seconds to compose himself.

He tilted his chin up, raised his arms and spread his fingers, knocking into one of the sconces on the wall and detaching it with a metallic snap. His lips parted to reveal a confident grin and his eyes wandered over the scene in front of him. The masses standing and sitting before him in several rows of benches, peering at him from below and above in the balconies on either side of the room. All turned away from the raised platform at the other end of the temple where even larger versions of the statues outside stood atop pedestals and towering all the way to the three stories high ceiling, the altar in front of them covered in celebratory flowers. They had the right idea, all they needed was a new and improved subject of their affection.

He inhaled to speak. Then he held his breath for a moment. Probably should have prepared something. "Great news, I have arrived!" His deep voice bellowed through the large hall, echoing off the walls and making the tall windows ring brightly. It made his less-than-grandiose opening line still sounded firm and confident through it, underscored by a hefty throb of his member starting to harden and a splash of precum hitting the ground. The rings around his digits and wrists began to glow and his smile widened as he saw the first angry expressions soften up quickly. "This is now a service for me!"

He took a step forward, his foot clearing out a few decorative flower displays before coming to a rest right behind the first rows of benches. The impact made just about everyone jump to their feet, but immediately afterwards the tendrils of light started to envelop the closest chunks of the crowd, sending them falling to their knees with moans of devotion. Thomas felt the power seeping into him, his muscles twitching, skin tingling. The thooming landing of his paw was chased by another crunch as it lurched wider, his head rising higher from the bounce of a good three feet of height surging straight into him, the sudden increase in mass cracking the stone floor beneath him, ears brushing against the bottom of the balcony above.

Uninterrupted, he continued his stride, ducking out from underneath the overhang and trying to aim his paw into the center of the path between the pews. His swelling sack barely brushed over the heads of his newfound congregation below, sapping their size as the strands of fur touched them and preventing them from being launched across the room by the wrecking-ball-sized pair. With their disdain having quickly dissipated to see clearly, several joyous devotees leaped toward the hefty digits falling, taking the "SUBMIT" commanded to them from the toe ring above to heart, the air being pushed out of their lungs with squeaking glee. Thomas felt them shrink away beneath the ridges of his pads, his expression quivering, eyes fluttering with the mounting pleasure of all that strength being so readily given to him.

With shaking legs, he took another step. Due to a combination of his balls spreading his thighs apart, the blurred vision and hefty throb of his dick, he missed his target of the center aisle completely, his right foot barrelling straight into the rows of benches, the wood snapping under his weight. Like the arm of a catapult, they folded up on the far sides, sending his worshippers on them tumbling and sliding toward his paw under collective cheering. A whole crowd accumulated atop his foot, quickly dwindling into the fur whose strands in turn were growing longer all around them. With all the grace of a falling tree or two, Thomas spun about where he stood, bending his knees and letting himself drop vaguely onto the plateau where he belonged.

His rear came down with a resounding thoom, the marble floors crumbling under the sudden pressure of several tons of drox on top of them, windows cracking from the noise, making colorful rays of light break across the chaos of debris and hundreds of excited followers of now wildly varying sizes collectively tending downward. He leaned backwards, elbows coming to a rest on the pedestals behind him. His head craned back as his tongue lolled out of his mouth holding a broad, pleasured grin, peering at the expressions of the statues above grimly returning the gaze. Had he been standing, he'd probably be about as tall as they were now. But he instead opted for getting comfortable in his seat, legs spreading to give his pulsing package the room it demanded, toes splaying as he rested his heels vaguely in the outer aisles. Another surge of size sent them sliding forward, digging trenches into the stone ground.

He let his head tilt forward, chin slumping down on his chest, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to get them to focus. The black pillar in front of him took up most of his view, throbbing and twitching with glee. It almost grew faster along the way he came than it had taken him to walk it here, thick globs of precum billowing out from its flaring slit and splashing down to fill his paw prints and form entire rivers between them. Its tip brushed along the balcony that his head had just seconds ago, the small brown figure kneeling on top of it encouraging the hordes behind the railing to take the plunge and get to work on their worship. It was almost like a waterfall of different-colored clothes, fur and scales, people leaping from the gallery and aiming for the dark, erogenous skin. The ones that hit their target immediately sinking their arms, legs and faces into the smooth surface, giving it both their all in providing as much stimulation as they could muster, all the while giving him their mass as the swirls of purple glow sapped their size away in moments. The ones that missed instead fell into the off-white rapids below, splashing about with abandon and trying to paddle in the direction of the gurgling mounds of green fluff at the center of it all, cratering the ground under their heft and letting all the liquids and devotees caught up within flow right toward them.

A deep, rumbling growl welled up from Thomas throat. His fingers dug into the stone beneath them as if it were soft dirt, digits surging larger and turning pebbles into puffs of dust between them. His body twitched and bucked under restraint, yet still strong enough to make the entire temple shake by the force of his broadening bulk contracting violently. The sinew on his arms drew deeper canyons by the moment, his shoulders rising around his head and his pecs bouncing his chin resting on them up and down, tongue flopping about as his panting picked up pace. He let out a quiet moan that still rung like thunder, underscored by windows shattering outright, showers of glass pattering down outside. Another jolt raced through his body, packing on enough size to make the space feel pretty cramped around the now 50 foot tall drox, cowering under the rounded ceiling, leaning onto his cock that could easily reach over his head when upright.

He clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as a boiling heat welled up inside of him. The entire building quaked in unison with his roiling nuts, the statues of the canine deities teetering behind him as the podiums they were on crumbled under his elbows. Tensing up every fiber of his being, his hips tried to thrust involuntarily, but in his folded-over position instead just caused his back to arch against the roof, chunks breaking from the splitting dome. His cock reared up, broad tip flaring, the black pillar lurching to take out the balcony above and the shaft smacking into his snout. He recoiled, bumping into the statues with so much force that they were outright flung from their respective podiums, the depictions of dethroned deities crashing into the ground and shattering into the piles of rubble, accumulating into them. His tip slid back down along the far wall, slamming into the floor and cratering it like a wooden log descending into soft soil. A bassy whimper shook the crumbling foundation, his vision blurring as his eyes rolled up.

The camera zoomed in on the entrance, the view through it replaced with a deep, black slit for a moment. The reporter standing in front of it inhaled to sputter off further commentary, but before a word left their lips, they were interrupted by a deafening explosion. A streak of white shot forth from the far too small, rectangular opening, tearing it wider and washing the surrounding bricks, doors and twin statues away. The blast of seed blew straight across the road with enough force to easily clear it, smashing into and through the facades of the buildings on the other side. Drilling past almost an entire block before its momentum slowed, a plume of dust billowed up from the swath of demolition, neighboring structures collapsing as they were gutted by the gooey stream. The shockwave of displaced air sent gawking onlookers, news crew included, tumbling to the ground, vehicles being toppled over or entering into an uncontrolled, swirling spin.

As the camera fell to the ground and its view tilted up, it incidentally followed the large figure bursting from the temple quite elegantly. The domed ceiling rupturing, chunks of painted stone whirling through the air. Thick, muscular arms ejecting from the side walls, splitting them into jagged halves, folding out like a cardboard box. House-sized paws kicking through the already weakened front, snapping marble pillars like toothpicks in the process. Heavy heels slid down the stairs, the footprint Thomas had left there now hardly as large as a single claw. The broad digits curled up with pleasure as the next rope burst forth from his tip, causing his member to jolt straight through the remnants of the structure above it like it presented no resistance at all. He let out a roaring howl, reverberating for miles beyond the city limits, as his head shot higher into the sky, dissipating the plumes of dust beneath and giving him a clear view on the district below. His shaft slapped against his chest, the splurt of seed barely missing his chin, soaring over his broadened shoulders and landing with hefty thooms somewhere behind his arched back.

He panted heavily, still riding out the highs of his climax turning the block before him into a glob of white, the sustained shots of seed continuing to blast into the crumbling spires of buildings. The condensation of his aroused breath swirled around in front of his face as he looked down on himself, trying to peek past the straining bulk tensing up in unison with his orgasm, each rhythmic contraction shaking the ground like an earthquake. The people below were so small to him, their features hardly discernible beyond their wide-open mouths. A whole new amassment of prospective worshipers, congregated on either side of him up and down the street, just in the right spot for the brightening glow of his helpful accessories to reach out to them and immediately begin sapping their size. Barely a blink of an eye later, the crowds had thinned out, dwindling beneath his notice, the collective strength of thousands rushing into him, twin torrents of warmth traveling up his arms and into the rest of his body, leaving him no respite after just getting off.

Clover let himself be carried by the currents tossing him around. The waves broke against the side of a crumbling high-rise, sending him soaring through the air weightlessly. His view taken up by a seemingly endless stack of windows passing him by, many wide-eyed faces beyond the glass staring right through him at what was behind. As he twirled around at the apex of his flight, he got a great look at what they were seeing. The imposing, hundreds of feet tall figure towering over the surrounding townscape despite only sitting down, the joyous expression on his face making the kobold grin involuntarily. His eyes followed the thick volley of seed blowing out from the flaring tip, casting a shadow over the entire area as it eclipsed the sun for a moment, before continuing its wide arc across the heavens. The view was cut short as he dove back into the tides, his body pulled along at wild speeds, plunging him so deep into the frothy white that he was shrouded in warm, liquid darkness. Only for him to emerge once more, carried through the street by a breaker, floating on his back until it delivered him to solid ground again.

All around him were the familiar moans of worship, amplified by a much larger crowd of people this time. His view of the sky was blocked almost entirely by the shimmering tendrils of lavender, snaking through the air and descending into countless spirals pulsing with energy. He sat up in the little puddle, happily watching the swirling light engulf every single person around, their ecstatic squeals and excited gasps adding up to a hymn of devotion, albeit quickly diminishing in amplitude as their strength and size was drawn away to a much more important cause. But then he spotted the camera, sitting slightly tilted atop a chunk of rubble, vaguely aimed at the behemoth before it, the red recording light still blinking rhythmically. Without hesitation, the Clover leapt to his feet, bounding toward it. He was barely tall enough to reach the edge of the fuzzy wind screen around the microphone, pulling it down to the ground to give his squeaking voice a chance to be heard over the sloshing, churning, crashing, moaning and creaking.

On screens across the nation and the world, the scrawny, brown figure appeared. Out of focus, but his arms spread wide and grin even wider were easily made out in spite of it. "Great news, he has arrived!" He proclaimed, gesturing toward the mountainous green monstrosity rousing in the background. "Celebrate and heap praise unto the deific drox! Get comfortable on your knees and worship his grandiosity, give yourself to the greatest cause in history and let the joy enrapture you whole!" Thomas pulled his legs toward himself, feet planting themselves across all four lanes of the street. His arms tensed up and he tilted his body forward, the last remnants of rubble sliding off of him as he began to lift himself from the temple ground into a crater. Clover bounced toward the camera and pushed both hands into a button on its side, the view zooming out and retaining the giant in frame as he stood up to his full height. "Keep your eyes at the horizons, he'll be over them soon!" The kobold squeaked with excitement, trying his best to tilt the lens back further to give his friend some headroom that he'd certainly need, but managing to only wobble it up and down by a few degrees.

The city looked like it was a toy model. Towering spires barely scraping at his thighs, the tiny streets like pen strokes drawn between the structures, the chaotic activity of a town under siege by a giant monster hardly a quiet undertone against the throbbing, swelling and creaking of his own body. He parted his fingers, letting the web of light spread out and blanket the whole metropolis in its aura. The surge of power made his eyes roll back, his member just barely having softened after his orgasm abruptly reversing course an becoming rock hard again, pleasure sending a shudder through his entire being. A glob of precum forming at his tip, dollop breaking off and slamming down like a meteor, the untold volumes of liquid from the single droplet already rivaling the amount of cum he'd just blasted out.

He simply stood there, trembling as the might of millions coalesced into him. The craters beneath his paws widened, their digits swelling out at a rapid pace and smashing into the surrounding structures, quickly becoming too large to fit into the streets. Claws barrelling through solid concrete, heels bulldozing entire blocks behind them, his toes curling into asphalt, rock and tunnels, only to relax into the next district over. The air rushed around his head as it kept soaring higher into the skies, his bulk only broadening as he grew without relent, hands balling into fists as his biceps and pecs fought for room. He clenched his teeth, tail whipping with joy and causing a pressure wave to blast across the entire land behind him, traveling through collapsing buildings and uprooted trees until it was caught by mountains shaking from the force, their peaks crumbling apart. He felt dizzy, just standing here was almost too much for him to take, and definitely far too much for the dwindling playscape below, his presence alone threatening to grind it to dust.

Trying to act both quickly and carefully, Thomas leaned forward. His hands stemmed into the base of his shaft, tilting it downwards toward the ground. The pillar of black flesh descended upon the city, casting districts from downtown to the outskirts into its deep, inky shadow before coming down on them all simultaneously. Buildings utterly disintegrated beneath the sheer heft of the monstrous member, concrete and metal fusing with the crumbling bedrock before being displaced and dug up once more, making for the mountainous sides of the long crater forming. He shifted his legs forward, placing his paws on either side of his shaft, letting the gigantic, roiling balls spill out behind his thighs where they wouldn't obstruct his movement entirely. With a sigh that whirled out like a storm, curling clouds around the powerful currents of air, he tensed up his body and pushed his hips forward.

Like a miles-long battering ram of mountainous proportions, his cock was shoved forth along the quaking ground. Earth splitting from the sheer weight and force, ravines splintering from the epicenter and across the landscape. Hefty throbs radiating out with explosive might, waves of pressure blasting into the already battered remnants of the city and disintegrating the last spires standing into a fine powder whirling up around his ankles. With his glowing influence spreading wider, he pulsed and bucked larger with every heartbeat, his feet digging deep into the sediment, his sack smooshing into the mountain range trying to hold up against them and his shaft grinding through several neighboring towns in short order. A world-shaking contraction causing a semi-oceanic spurt of precum to shoot from his tip, splitting clouds and making waves in the seas it soared over from the volumes of air it displaced, coming down as a long, off-white streak stretching across two land masses and turning the waters between them into milky swirls.

The skies around him seemed to darken as his expansion took him higher and higher into the heavens. The clouds that only just surrounded him now blowing away below, each of his thrusts causing another dizzying surge in size, the solid ground below starting to feel soft and malleable under his curling digits. The blue of the planet quickly gained an array of colorful rivals, the green figure and black shaft being valiant contenders, but the purple glow spreading far further than them, engulfing an entire hemisphere already, pulsing brighter and brighter as it drew in ever more size from all it could reach, the energy pumping through him making Thomas feel like a fire was stoking inside him, flaring up and further up relentlessly. The trench he was digging only got deeper with every motion, his upper body tilting forwards ever more, until his hands could reach the ground. Digits pushing into the bedrock, securing themselves as well as they could, gripping the world with all of his strength and bracing himself for the rut to come.

He readjusted his position, resting his knees down and grabbing onto the little mountain range in front of him. With a grunt that reverberated for hundreds of miles like the thooming of an explosion, he raised up his rear, pulling his member into an angle perpendicular with its target, feeling the warmth from below against his tip. Then he thrust down with all his might. The hole beneath so deep that it didn't even take much to break through the crust, the bedrock splitting and being shoved out of the way by the relentless force of his shaft drilling deep into the earth. He plunged into the warm liquid of the mantle, the molten rock engulfing his tip and almost feeling as warm as the power welling inside of him. His pelvis slammed into the surface with unrelenting force, breaking the tectonic plate of the continent into pieces. Solid earth was abruptly pulled apart, the red glow from beneath tinting the purple one from above into a mesmerizing whirl of color. The impact rung out across the globe, the whole sphere quaking under the might of the gigantic drox burying himself into it. Shockwaves radiating out from the epicenter of his planetary pounding, blasting across the surface, cracking it apart, tearing mountains from their foundations and dissipating entire oceans into a fine mist spraying into the atmosphere, droplets of water glittering in the chaotic fray.

He bit his lip and pulled himself back once more, his senses inundated by a relentless barrage of pleasure. His influence spreading across the entire planet trembling under his grasp caused his growth to amplify into violent surges that made him bellow and moan with every contraction. He thrust himself back into the hot embrace, feeling himself plunge deep into the fiery nethers, the crust only a thin sliver between his crotch and the magma below, shaft buried to the hilt. Another onslaught of force sent his size soaring, his hefty nuts breaking through the weakened ground as lava lapped up around them as his hands slid across hundreds of miles of land and into the oceans, splashing untold cubic miles of water into the atmosphere. He whimpered, his voice so deep that even the high-pitched vocalization was like a thundering, stone-churning rumble. His breath billowing out across the world, twisting the rising smoke into chaotic swirls, stormy gusts spreading through the atmosphere and shaping the plumes around it. He tried to keep his composure, but was quickly losing the iron grasp on his body. Toes splaying and curling as they dug into the fiery oceans, his thrusts ineffectual as he couldn't pull himself out fast enough before his instincts drove him back down, his tongue lolling from his lips beneath dilated eyes raising to the star-studded heavens.

Raising his arms over his head, Clover cheered among the chaos drowning out the joyous squeaks. The last people surrounding him disappeared from his view, dwindling into nothingness and far beneath. He craned his head back, looking up and up and up along the endless wall of fuzzy green, the immense balls bulging, swelling, pumping with all their might, shining in the orange glow that dimmed with every one of their rippling bouts of expansion, only to return as more molten rock was squeezed from beneath by their increasing heft. The gargantuan digits next to them shifted slightly, a toe claw lifting from the fiery depths, the tiny motion reshaping the dilapidated surface below as the flaming currents refilled the negative space formed before the next curl caused them to gush right back out again. The tensing up of his arms bulging out his muscles to such a degree that it sent out a shockwave rippling across the world, so deep that the distortions in the molten core ripped up the yet solid surface, making it rise and fall as if it too were liquid, forming new mountains from vast arrays of volcanoes spewing into existence with every passing moment. The violent contractions of his shaft sunken deep into the disintegrating world tearing at the last shreds of its coherency, holding on by a fine thread that would be ripped apart with excess force.

The cracking hemisphere burst apart around the fountain of seed blasting through it at a more than world-shattering force, continuing almost unabated into the depths of space at beyond-oceanic volumes, a white streak shooting uninterrupted for thousands of miles into the inky blackness, soaring past moons, planets and an asteroid belt. For a moment, Clover had to shield his eyes from the explosion of fiery red threatening to sear his retinas. Then, in the next, it was replaced by an even larger barrage of white. The liquid blowing from the ground and into the skies, quickly forming a canopy where they coalesced and engulfing the small shred of land he was on entirely. Every tiny crack broadened into a miles-wide ravine, forced wider by the immense pressure of the liquids blowing forth from within. Cutting his little island apart into chunks, breaking them into bits and finally leaving him tumbling atop what was barely a pebble until, finally, the world gave in.

The thooming detonation launched the tiny kobold into space among showers of rock, streaks of lava and untold volumes of seed. He plunged into the frothy white only to be ejected from the other side again, twirling weightlessly in a void along with the billowing masses ready to fill it. He felt the warmth of the globs rushing barely past him, feeling their gravity tug at him and tilt his chaotic trajectory toward them before soaring off once more. He watched the swirls of white spiral and sway into mesmerizing shapes, strands parting and recombining as more of the masses kept on being injected into the fray. He spun around every which axis without any sense of orientation, reaching out his hands toward the cosmic oceans forming, awaiting the moment he'd dive into their depths. But instead of the expected splash, he landed with a soft, pillowy fwumph. Engulfed entirely in warmth, fluff and green.

"Seriously, pink?" The fox lifted his snout from the little glowing sphere and leered over at his equal, his long mane of hair floating weightlessly behind him. The wolf, no less rose-colored than the subject under discussion, puckered his lips an shrugged his shoulders, causing the fabric of creation to waver around his head. "Come on, can't we just make it pretty for once?" He crossed his shimmering, dark-red eyes glowing with the eternities they'd seen and pulled back his flew to reveal his teeth. "No, Vero, it has to be internally consistent to form a self-sustaining whooole!" He answered his own question with a nasally voice, still echoing with godly sublimity over the attempted mockery. The other deity crossed his arms across his chest, digging his fingers into the sinew of his toned muscles, ears folding as he looked at the pear-shaped disgrace in front of him. "It's the entire point of creating something! If you want to blow rosy bubbles, do it on your own time. Sometimes I wonder why I still put up with you instead of sticking you into one of these chaotic whirblies you conjured and let you live in the mayhem you made." Vero frowned at him, "tsk, that's a lie, Tali. You're almost as omniscient as me, enough to know that you need me!"

"I'm equally as omniscient as you are!" Tali countered.

"Well, if you exclude knowing anything at all about colors." The wolf smirked snippishly.

"Argh, how about you just-"

Their godly battle was interrupted by a low-pitched, bell-like tone ringing across the astral planes around them. Ears perked up and glowing eyes focused on the source of the noise. In unison, they reached out toward the little ball of reality among many, not so much floating to them as they reshaped the malleable masses they resided them to bring it over to them. They peered down at the orb surrounded with a strange, surreal aura, trying to look at the faults in their perfect suprastructures holding it together. But instead they only saw it filled entirely with a single shape, all the way up to the boundaries, as if it were just a marble filled with liquid.

Tali furrowed his brow, "Vero, I swear, if you-"

The wolf cut him off, "pff, look, green really isn't my st-"

Without warning, the bubble burst. The two canine deities were each hit by an equal force that shoved them across the breadth of their realms. Immense digits surging across the flimsy fabric and tearing through its strands, countless glowing blips crashing into expanding flesh or buried by thick fluff. They both struggled to regain their bearings, pawing at the pads before them that took up their entire vision and kept pushing them along until finally, their expansion halted. Tali lifted his face from the dark green surface looking up at the primitive letters overhead, commanding a decrease in size for a reason he could not discern. Vero pulled his snout from the cleft between toe and ring, a similar lettering saying submit into the void. But then, the toes curled around them, locking against their bodies from behind and squeezing their heads into the gap between the digits.

Thomas looked down at the familiar faces, grinning. "Oh hey, I know you guys! I met big fans of you in a neat temple they built." The grip of the paws on them let up for a moment, but before they could detach themselves from their underside, they were flung across their tainted realm once more. The drox pushed his feet together, smushing the two deities between them. "The place was kinda small though. And turns out they were much bigger fans of me in the end!" His toes interlocked with each other, one by one increasing the pressure of his squeeze around the pair. "Now, I know you two got lots of experience with worship, so get going with it while I can still feel it!"

The pair of gods strained against the pressure. Their entire being revolting to their restraints, mere physical force but a meager detail trying to hold them back. Together, they mustered up their omnipotent might, eyes shining brightly, the glow emitted from between the pads around them. They stemmed their arms into the mortal delinquent set to dethrone them, clenching their teeth and gathering their power. The light emanating from them flared up powerfully, the force engulfed the feet that held them entirely, shimmering fractals traveling up the legs and spreading across their surface. Then, with a many-voiced roar, they unleashed it upon him, a shining explosion detonating with a might that could shudder all creation, set to free them from their prison.

The warm glow felt kind of nice, but clearly they hadn't gotten the message. "No, you're doing it all wrong! Here, do it like the mortals do it." Thomas spread out his arms, the light from his rings flaring up once more. The tendrils emanating from it shot straight towards the little, shiny balls all around him, engulfing them whole and immediately beginning to draw the power from them. All of the countless multiverses inside them starting to be siphoned, the infinitudes of beings contained within them feeling the presence, then the pull and then the utter joy of devotion toward their new overgod. Filled with ecstasy, they fell to whatever knees they had, squealing, roaring, sputtering with glee as they gave their all to the greatest cause they could have ever cognated, their size dwindling away at a rapid pace.

The shimmering orbs began to dim as they swirled toward the new center of everything. Thomas huffed as the sheer amount of power threatened to overwhelm him right then and there. His body bucked and surged, muscles tightening and broadening, his paws quivering as he tried his best to keep himself from breaking his playthings before he was done with them. They, in turn, clearly started to get the idea as the lavender glow tucked at their beings. The echoes of their angry roar transitioned into gleeful moans, glorious sensations greater than even their all-knowing minds could have conjured welling up in them and spreading through their selves. Their grip on the pads surrounding them loosened, instead of resisting against, they caressed along them. The canine gods kissing, licking, worshipping the new deity above them, realizing his greatness as they readily gave every ounce of their omnipotence unto him.

Thomas smiled as he watched everything be pulled toward him. The shining balls of light closing in, dimming until their glow was his, the empty shells impacting into his body and dissipating into tiny blips of raw energy that too were sapped away into him. His toes splaying again, wrapping timelines around their girth and snapping them apart, spilling moments all across his paws where they seeped into his fluff. Unable to hold back the immensity welling up within him, the dwindling deities quickly losing significance as their bodies were squeezed between his soles, the ridges of his pads turning into canyons surrounding them, sending them plummeting gleefully into the deepening depths, arms wide to embrace oblivion as their laughter echoed out into the gargantuity. Metaphysical concepts collapsing into his bulking brawn, his back arching as he let the pleasure flow through him, cock throbbing to a tight erection once more.

The astral realm contracted toward him, the fabric of creation wrapping around every fiber of his being, straining into the sinew of his arms, swirling between the clefts of his toes and bundling comfortably around the entire breadth of his balls. The lavender glow engulfing it whole pulling away the forces imbuing the all and injecting it straight into him, his eyes fluttering as the excitement welled up within him. His spine arched, muscles tensed and head snapped back with a sudden bout of ecstasy. Like clothing several sizes to small for him, the ethereal strands surrounding him popped, rent apart where they were most spent of their power and ripping open further across his body. Rolling up his limbs like sleeves, retracting from his torso to reveal his hulking abs, tearing in twain around his sack and letting it swing freely into the void of absolute nothing beyond, their gurgles powerful enough to reverberate even through the emptiness itself.

His head tilted forward again, eyes focusing on the shimmering sock now only wrapped around his member. Each throb made the shining strands flare up before the purple tendrils drew more of their power away from them. The fibers snapping bit by bit, unraveling from the base of his shaft and unveiling the black flesh reflecting the astral glow from its taut surface. Pulling ever tighter around the surging pillar, the failing condom that all and ever had been reduced to couldn't even hold its substance together, becoming translucent enough to let the dark mass below peek through. Faster and faster, his cock freed itself from the tight embrace, veins revealing themselves, wrinkles escaping from the squeeze and eventually only its head being compressed by the infinitesimally thin sleeve. Then, with a throb and a pop, it rolled right off.

All that was left of everything was a tiny, shimmering ball floating just above his tip. He smirked as he watched its lips part, a bead of precum forming. Right away, its volume rivaled the little, shining dot. Then it eclipsed it ten-fold, then hundreds, then dwarfing it into but a pin-prick of light before an extracosmic ocean of thick, off-white liquid. Just one, small, involuntary contraction - and out it went, lost beneath the tides of the dollop seeping into the void, a flood to overtake the all like it were none.

Finally, the overenormous drox relaxed, letting the pent-up forces overtake his being. Violent surges making him grow into the boundless void, his size eclipsing itself ever over again, his scaleless immensity beginning to truly unhinge. With a smirk, he lifted his fingers and descended them toward his crotch. With impossible accuracy, the infinitely-sized digit poked at the minuscule, brown figure laying splayed out in the fluff, shaken out of his paralysis of utter amazement and rousing back to consciousness. The deep, infrasonic echoes of his friend's words were just a rumble in his ears, but they seeped into his mind with total clarity, giving Clover a clear and unquestioned command that he couldn't even think of abstaining from.

"Stop dreaming of it and get back to worshipping! You got a lot of me to work off." And as his tiny helper jumped into action, Thomas kicked up his legs, crossed his arms behind his head and let himself go.