Luthicrous
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The world deformed from the impact. A shockwave of immeasurable scale radiated out from the epicenter at supersonic speed. Millions of terrified eyes could barely catch a glimpse of the oncoming blast of dust and debris before the bodies they belonged to were torn away from once solid ground breaking beneath their feet. Giving the doomed ones mere moments to watch the asphalt of their streets turn to sand, vehicles thrown into the air like leaves in the wind and entire buildings ripped from their foundation, skyscrapers snapped like toothpicks by the relentless force. The untold chaos unfolding in horrifying silence for the masses caught in the worst of it, ringing ears denied any other sounds penetrating their senses. At best, they lasted another few seconds within the turmoil.

None of them got to see the ground itself splitting apart, ravines tearing open, the once solid soil giving way to pits into the depths of the Earth. The fringes pulled agape like the jaws of an ancient beast, the ragged, rocky edges jutting out like long, sharp teeth that divided entire countries in twain as neighboring towns abruptly found themselves drifting miles upon miles away from each other. Only a few lonely shreds of land remained standing between them, some with a handful of buildings left quivering on the unstable spires above the abyss, lasting mere moments before leaning and toppling into the bottomless trenches. Rivers, lakes and seas plummeted into the hungry gullets as new mountain ranges rose on the other side of them, rigid stone shooting up from plains being suddenly displaced and crumpling like tinfoil. Valleys were lost, outright buried under the tidal wave of rock rolling over them, leaving not even a fragment of them or anything that had stood there.

The immense shock still did not relent. It continued unabated for hundreds upon hundreds of miles. It crashed across the whole continent, violently reshaping the landmass as if it were mere plaster ground by a millstone, wiping every last trace of civilization, nature and life off of its crumbling surface. It gave way to an apocalyptic hellscape in its stead, thick clouds of dust and debris filling the air, choking out the light of the sun and casting almost the entire hemisphere into impenetrable darkness. Until a deep, orange glow lit it up instead as the very crust could not take the sheer strain anymore. Tectonic plates creaked and quivered, surrendering with a sigh, breaking apart and letting the hot, molten rock spew from beneath them. Oceans started to boil, steam rose into the atmosphere as the tides came tumbling down into the Earth's bowels below the shattered sea floor.

Luther's mouth twitched to a crooked smile, a fang squeezing into his lower lip. He stood with one hand hovering above his waist, fingers of the other idly brushing along the edges of his phone as he surveyed his surroundings. Or, really, the lack thereof. Mere seconds ago he'd been in the center of his home town on a bright and sunny day, both of his palms sunken deep into the soft fluff of his nuts held as high as he could manage. The crowd around him had stared in shock and disbelief, thinking that his debaucherous display was to be the worst thing interrupting their weekend. But now, after the drop, he instead found himself in the middle of a crater several hundred miles in diameter. The vibrant view of glass, metal and concrete shining in the warm sunlight replaced by nothing but jagged, shapeless debris and rivers of fire filling the yawning wounds in the world's surface, lighting up the mist of ash and dust clogging the air.

His large ears perked at a swelling, deepening rumble coming from below. He pulled away from staring at the devastation he'd wrought and instead looked down on himself. He wiggled his clawed toes a little, tickling slightly under the heft of his balls barely fitting between his spread legs, spilling out in front of him and giving his still soft, arm-sized shaft a comfortable resting place within their cleft. He watched the smooth, sensitive skin crease and stretch atop the churning, sloshing mounds, the fiery light reflecting off of every fold and vein. The bat could feel the warmth radiating off of his endowments hitting him in the face like dunking his head into a pool, wisps of steam rising up from them and making droplets condense on his exposed nose. They effortlessly put the heat of the spewing lava around him to shame, just as his own heavy scent overrode that of burning cinder and liquefied stone. His smile straightened, the other fang showed itself as it became so abundantly clear that he was so far from done - the cataclysm he'd brought about was hardly the first step to his journey. To think that he hadn't even _started_ to grow at all. His cock gave a happy twitch in response, sending another shudder through the battered, ruined ground beneath him, triggering yet more series of volcanic eruptions and further, massive tectonic shifts that bent the very shape of the globe in front of him.

He chuckled quietly to himself, stretching out his winged arms before flicking on his phone still held in his palm. The selfie he'd posted just a minute ago showed his own face beaming back at him, green eyes half-lidded, his right hand barely able to hold onto his package and, of course, a backdrop filled with all manner of things now utterly annihilated. It obviously failed to lock on to any kind of terrestrial signal, considering he'd deprived his near and far vicinity of cell towers, electricity and life in general - but after several seconds of staring at a spinning circle, it switched over to satellite and, with some chugging, his timeline refreshed. And they said the extra monthly fee wasn't worth it, he'd always have reception in town. Then again, it was definitely too late for them to reconsider at this point, given the sweeping lack of survival.

A little bit of scrolling began to reveal just how great the scope of the destruction was. Photos of demolished cities, multi-mile deep ravines with boiling lava at the bottom and oncoming tsunami waves that their terrifying height could be seen from the shore despite them still being far out to sea. He enjoyed the slew of appreciation for his lack of effort, but recognized none of these places, nor most of the languages used. He stopped for a moment, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes as a weird image he didn't immediately comprehend the nature of came up.

A black backdrop scattered with little white dots. A strange, misshapen blob in front of it, like a deflated basketball that someone very heavy stepped on. Its surface a stark, grayish brown, with bright orange, scraggly lines shining through the dark clouds surrounding it. The space agency's logo in the corner made his heart jump with glee and his member throb with enough force to be felt to the ragged edges of his battered world. He gave the post its well-deserved, first and only like.

One snap later and his winking face with a stuck-out tongue was broadcast to the rest of the planet, his outstretched hand gesturing toward the copious devastation visible behind him. "Hope none of you left anything you needed on this hemisphere," his post read, "I'm using it to now to hold my fat nuts... barely~"

He hardly got a chuckle out before the notifications made his phone chime and vibrate into overdrive. No wonder, that single post was immediately catapulted to the one and only trending topic on three continents, simply due to the utter lack of competition. Luther's eyes narrowed and his smile became wider, toothier. The quiet giggle to himself went deeper, twisting into something far less playful and much more foreboding. His eyebrows raised at the slew of disbelief and disdain he saw. With puckered lips, he sent a photo of his hand grabbing into the squishy flesh of his shaft, fingers sinking deep into it, only just able to grasp its girth. "Better hold on everyone, here comes another! On the count of three..."

He gave the message a few seconds to disperse across what used to be a globe. One. The warmth seeping through his fingers was only increasing, the littlest twitches of his muscles causing ripples of force to radiate from it. He could feel the pressure building, the power rising, barely kept back by his own will to draw it out just a little longer. Two. The desperate creaks and sighs of the burgeoning crust trying to keep itself together against the violent assault of him merely standing on it. He held his breath, the moments passing glacially slow. His grip tightened, his spine arched and his entire body tensed up. Three.

The planet simply shattered as he jerked his hand down. The living force of Armageddon stumbled as gravity itself twisted around him, his eyes squinting at the bright, fiery fountains spewing from below, losing his footing and falling forward blindly. The little slab of rock he was on shot into the air as the once so solid crust lost its structural integrity. The chaotic torrents of the molten core splashing between the pieces launched off, the shock blasting out ripped apart everything in its wake. The dying world lit up in a red-hot cataclysm as the circular wave didn't seem to decelerate at all. The view of everyone's horizon changed from terrifying tides to a horrifying vista of it all outright disintegrating. The sky tinted orange. The ocean floor tore at the seams. The Earth surrendered its coherency, detonating into a flurry of chunks of slag and sprays of lava.

The landing was soft and warm for Luther, yet it pressed the air out of his lungs and almost caused him to lose his phone. His eyelids flung open, seeing the flames making shimmering lights glisten across his skin. He breathed in sharply, the pheromone-laden scent of his body-sized manhood hitting him with a spell of dizziness and blurred vision, a little too much at once for him to process. The incessant dinging and shaking of the device clutched in his hand rapidly declined. Peering at the cracked screen a joyous shudder raced along his spine, the doubt and outrage replaced with abject fear, hopeless desperation and fruitless pleas for absent mercy. The glee from his own dejected cruelty made even him a bit woozy. He pulled himself up and leaned against his rumbling orbs behind him, using them as a comfortable back rest, his paws planted at the base of his shaft and squeezing into it ever so slightly. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment to sort his thoughts scattered by impact and excitement.

It felt strange. The sheer heat from the core of the world mixing with the coldness of the space his small, rocky plateau was drifting towards. The heft of his oversized endowments offset by the weakening gravitational pull of the fragmenting planet. His gaze rose up to the heavens, the darkness underlined by a reddish glow. The dots of shining light way out in the distance seemed to lose their focus as he watched them. He blinked, returning to his phone where a few new messages had appeared. Almost impressive that there were still survivors, and even more so that they somehow had a connection. And they looked sharp, unlike the stars. They were shaking, quivering before him. His might reached far further than he could have anticipated.

"To my die-hard fans who stuck around for the encore: don't blink now!" He scoffed and tossed his phone into the fray. Who knew if anyone would receive that message, they'd have to be incredibly lucky to catch a glimpse of their doom in the flesh. And with how long they'd made it, their streak of good fortune was certainly coming to an end. He stemmed both of his hands between his legs, straightening his back and curling his toes. He sighed, his fangs squeezing into his lower lip and his eyes rolling up in heightening pleasure. Through the wisps of ash and fire he spotted his next target, reflecting its pale light down at him. Wavering in an unsteady orbit after the body that had captured it was lost to bat-induced disintegration, ready to break away and shoot out into space, extricating itself from the chaos instead of adding to the spectacle. Thanks for nothing, Moon.

With one eye closed, Luther watched it lower toward edge of the horizon. He took aim, his fingers clenching and muscles tensing up as he waited for the right moment amidst the heightening cacophony of creaking groans and deep, ominous gurgles. Panting and huffing as it got more and more difficult to hold himself back. Ears folded as the noise became nothing short of deafening, the sound alone enough to break the tiny rock plateau he was situated on. Feeling his heart pound with excitement and his member throb with a vicious hunger for devastation, lids fluttering as, finally, the rocky sphere sunk in line with his tip.

It turned out that his careful, deliberate aim had been totally unnecessary. He didn't even feel that puny pebble as he smashed it into subatomic particles, removing every trace of it from existence, along with the remnants of his former home world in such a short stretch of time that it was simply instantaneous for him, his view of the vast emptiness replaced by the vastness of his flesh from a moment to the next. A happy squeak escaped his throat, the sensation of not just one, but millions of microscopic warm pops and prods prickled across the entirety of his length billowing before him and peppering over his overfull balls behind. The sun but a single of countless stars detonating against his enormity, his expansion reaching farther in just the blink of an eye than his own people ever had. Innumerable cosmic lights snuffed out like flickering candles under a mighty monsoon. Planets, their natural satellites and all other matter merely space debris, crushed beneath fine dust in one relentless surge of his manhood.

With a mixture of a sigh and laughter, Luther readjusted himself, taken aback by just how much raw and devastating power and size came from absolutely no effort on his side. Rubbing his eyes just to make sure he was seeing things right, despite clearly feeling it with every fiber of his being. His fingers twitched and wriggled with excitement. He shot for the moon and hit straight across the entire galaxy, decimating everything within his wake into outright nothingness. His immense mass disturbing the delicate balance of the cosmos, a well of gravity that forced all around into an accelerating death spiral toward a turgid, throbbing destination. The pinhole-like lights that used to seem affixed to the firmament now distorted into smears, drawn in and impacting on the vast pillar of flesh, sending glittering sparks of plasma across its exterior, the shine reflecting off of it into the depths of space. Planets plummeted into the descending stars and collided with each other, crusts shattering and cores intermixing before their eventual end as imperceptible blips upon the tremendous plains of rippling skin, small grooves in its surface colossal enough to act as deep ravines that entire star systems comfortably found their final place in.

The glow surrounding him faded quickly. The whole galaxy, in all of its grandness and diversity, reduced to nothing but a few specks of cosmic dust lost in the intoxicating steam rising up from his member spanning tens of thousands of light years, his roiling nuts behind him sending ripples through space itself as their production reached and surpassed ever new heights. And as his eyes acclimated to the darkness, a crooked smile formed on his face as he saw the distant glow from other galaxies far away, having already twisted into a slow orbit around the impossible mass pulling them in. It felt nice being the center of the universe. Everything turned and twirled, left trembling at his whims, all attention focused on his enormity. He could have almost gotten used to it, if he could have managed to stand to remain so dreadfully small.

Before he could let himself go further, a voice made the motion of his hips rising freeze. His ears twitched in surprise. It became clearer in sound, but remained as incomprehensible gibberish, an alien tongue he couldn't make heads or tails of, the very noises of its vocalizations never heard in his life. Images flashed in front of his eyes, distorted views of what was clearly deliberate structure, yet so amorphous and disjointed that it was impossible to identify. He cocked his head, which didn't immediately improve the transmission of whatever was trying to communicate with him. But he could start to understand single words coming through to him in his own language. The pictures clearing up, colors melting into the right places and the unfocused blobs shaping into much more defined lines with every passing moment. He began to comprehend was being sent straight into his thoughts.

Great spires jutting high into the air, ebony white facades pulsing with currents of energy running through traces like veins upon their surface. The towers strung together at many levels, conduits laced between them in every which direction, forming a spiderweb-esque fractal that continued on and on down. He was unable to see the bottom of them, the bridges and tracks shrouding it entirely. His view of it became wider, showing just how vast this strange cityscape was, stretching all the way to the broadening horizon, disappearing over the curvature of the planet, which moments later was revealed to him to look like a monochrome, alabaster sphere, totally covered in similar constructions. But that was not all. Thin filaments rose into orbit, loosely wavering in the emptiness, eventually connecting to more of the same. Space stations in a wide variety of shapes and sizes, moons that he couldn't tell if they were artificial or natural, other planets and asteroid fields, all overtaken by the rigid angles of civilization. It kept going. He saw the intergalactic links reaching across the nothingness. Tendrils grasping at the surrounding local cluster, beginning to overtake it as well. The realm extending far beyond even his own enormity - albeit probably having taken much longer than the few seconds he'd needed to arrive at this point.

The view closing back in on where it came from was a little dizzying. It zoomed in rapidly, until eventually reaching the balcony of one of those towers, where a figure stood upright. A very exact-fitting overall covering their body, smooth, gray and utilitarian. A small tag on their shoulder adorned in scribbles that definitely appeared to be writing, but not in a script he'd ever seen. And in the background, there were people traversing prebuilt walkways, countless of them, all in a similar outfit of simple colors and patterns. And more of them behind the windows of the surrounding buildings, full to the brim on what seemed to be a busy day. But the person was looking right at him, expectantly, moving their lips. And then it finally clicked for Luther that he'd been hearing their words clearly, over and over again, for just about the entire flyby he was provided.

"Enlarging life form in cluster six at mark nine one zero five. Do you read? Please respond." Monotonously, the sentence was repeated, coming from the mouth of what appeared to be another bat. At least that's what it seemed to be, given the big ears, the unmistakeable snout and the clear folds of wings under the arms. The thin, rose fluff of fur, the stark amber eyes and the smooth rows of teeth really made it look strange and alien though, like someone had shaped the creature from a rough description, missing the features that he was subconsciously expecting to see. Then again, this clearly was far away from his former home, so maybe extragalactic bats were just a little different.

"Oh, uh, hi!" He blurted out, interrupting what had to be the twenty-somethingth repetition of the call to him. "The life form's Luther, and I can hear you loud and fine." The other bat's face relaxed from its tense stare, their stance loosening as their hands rose in a pacifying gesture. "It is a joy! We have watched this Luther intently and with great sympathy as such sudden tragedy struck. While we do not know the cause for it, rest assured that we have devoted every resource available to understand and neutralize the involuntary expansion. I do vow in the name of us all that we will aid you in returning to normal, provide the urgent help that-"

"Hahah, oh no, you got it aaaallll wrong!" Luther interrupted the virtuous speech of the now rather stupefied bat, leaning into the cleft of his balls, legs spread, arms crossed behind his back and the edges of his mouth smugly drawn up "Really, _you're_ the ones who need help. I mean, do you honestly think your thin toothpick towers are gonna stand against this enormous pillar of flesh?" He lazily pointed his finger down toward his crotch, eyebrows raising. The bustling activity had ground to a sudden halt. Everyone stared at him - or a viewscreen showing him anyway - with the same bewildered expression. Was it actually so hard to believe? Or was his sentiment garbled by translation? Without letting a second pass and having to listen to another boring, altruistic address, he decided to accentuate his point a little, just to avoid confusion.

The throbbing of his cock sent ripples of force across space itself. His view of the distant civilization wavered as he watched them all stumble and fall from the sudden shaking, unprepared as they did not expect the physical possibility of being affected by what was so far away. The spires tilting beyond the limits of their construction. The bridges and conduits connecting them snapping apart violently, broken pieces smashing into their facades, people pouring out of the holes like liquid from the overcrowded structures, plummeting into the depths below. A muffled, scratchy cacophony of terrified screams, blaring sirens and splintering polymer made Luther's ears twitch happily. The other bat screeched something unintelligible, looking off to the side with their mouth agape. Their head flung back forward, fur disheveled, body trembling uncontrollably. Dilated pupils tinting their eyes to solid black, a bright, yellow and blue light reflecting off of them and painting dark shadows across a furrowed brow. "This is your new normal~" he said in a calm, sultry tone. With a deep crunch resounding, the view was cut by debris.

He reclined, chest out and toes curling, as he was treated to another flyby, just like the introductory scene earlier. Except, of course, this time it featured a lot more action. The spires were disintegrating before his very eyes, sparks and liquids pouring from their facades with each pulse of the power web running through them. The fractal of interconnections breaking and tearing, towers bending, slamming into their neighboring buildings and sending them all crashing down in a catastrophic chain reaction of destruction. He could see the colorful suits of countless people being thrown clear, the collective noise of the trillions of individual, terror-stricken shrieks wavering up over the cracks and crunches of civilization crumbling. The former cityscape now looked like it was liquefying toward the horizon, whatever ground the structures stood on rising, falling and deforming, the overpopulated globe covered in smoke and debris tainting its pristine, synthetic appearance, with fiery flares from beneath providing for attractive accents under clouds of dust. The filaments that were interlinking their empire turned to strangulation devices for those worlds, the threads pulled tight before snapping apart and launching space stations and satellites in the opposite direction of the frayed ends at terrifying speeds. The ones that missed their target were held back by the remaining connection regardless, centrifugal force kicking in, redirecting their path into a rapidly descending orbit and reeling them in to hit the surface at an even further accelerated pace. Not only were the smaller bodies utterly pulverized, but the sheer strength of the impact was enough to rip planets at the seams of their crust in the best case, while grinding them into mere powder and a spray of quickly cooling lava at worst. The angles crumpling helplessly against the unyielding power exerted upon them. The links across galaxies tearing as the little lights of stars merged, flared up briefly and then gave way to darkness forever. The tendrils reaching out shortening as space contracted, the entire universe ceasing and reversing its expansion by the impossible well of gravity at what had now decisively become into its center.

He didn't feel like waiting if the view would zoom back in once again. Really, he doubted there was anything left to see. He sighed and relaxed, sensing the power welling up in him, shuddering with joy and pleasure. His legs straightened, his muscles tensed and his expression widened to a fiendish sneer. Just in case there was someone remaining that could hear him, understand his words and capable of being even further terrified, he held in for one more moment, his fingers clenching into his own flesh as with a voice undercut by restraint he taunted: "Keep your eyes wide open, the _real_ tragedy is about to strike~"

As soon as he let go, Luther felt the countless, simultaneous impacts all over his rapidly surging endowments. A barrage of tiny pricks and prods across the vast length of his shaft and the churning breadth of his sack. It was impossible to distinguish individual swaths of galaxial superclusters in the onslaught of matter hopelessly atomized against his bulk. It was almost like an all-encompassing massage wrought from the unparalleled devastation, something that he could have enjoyed for a little while, had it not come to an abrupt end hardly even a second later.

His body was squeezed into the cleft of his nuts behind him, the brown fur enveloping his waist and arms entirely, his feet instead pressed into the flesh of his cock. His mane ruffled and covering his eyes, he had a hard time seeing what was happening to him, but what he felt was all to clear: a heavy, unyielding tightness surrounding his endowments far eclipsing multiple trillion light millenia in scale. Like a second skin pulling snugly into every single fold, ridge and bump. His veins only pulsing harder from the sudden pressure, his balls gurgling with unhinged intensity at the grasp on them. He let out a wince in a mixture of surprise and joy. He tried to push his head free and pry open his lids to see what was going on, while at the same time his back arched from pleasure to shove him further backwards and attempting to screw his eyelids shut. But it took merely one more heaving groan caused by the ever higher-spiking overproduction of seed for a web of bright white cracks to tear apart all around him, effortlessly shining through the fuzz he was buried in, enough for him to gauge what had happened and his heart to jump with delight.

The entire universe, having existed for billions of years in its natural state, expanding since its inception, housing a mind-bending vastness of space, countless galaxies, star systems and planets, nebulae and supernovas, life from the most simple to the utmost complex in a variety to a degree that the living beings couldn't have hoped to recognize each other as such - it all was now reduced to serve as a mere condom stretched tightly around Luther's enormity. All within it decimated, brutally crushed beneath even particles of dust, the marvelous diversity of its contents wiped out and leaving it to hold but one, singular bat. Who stuck his tongue between his teeth, the stimulation fading as the barrier crumbled, instead replaced with pure, sadistic glee at just how terrible of a job it was doing at desperately containing the only thing left inside it. He couldn't help but cackle to himself at the effortlessness of his universal extinction, how much he still had to hold back to get a few moments of pleasure from it before having it struggling to fulfill its role as barely a worthless cocksleeve. A tiny, involuntary twitch and it simply burst into a flurry of glittering sparks of energy that rapidly dissipated into nothing. "Hm, and hardly even got me erect," he scoffed at the lack of anything remaining, giving the base of the behemoth between his legs a reassuring squeeze as he looked over the horizon of his skin that still had a ways to go until as taut as it should be "after such a long time and being held in such high regard, I expected better. As unlikely as it is, maybe your friends will be able to at least make a dent..."

He peered at the other orbs floating in the ethereal space. Vague spheres that glowed and pulsed as if they were breathing, continually expanding at radically different paces. Other universes, at a variety of stages in their existence, some small at their origin point and others so ancient and enormous that the bubble he'd just burst could have fit into them tens of thousands of times with ease, their barriers thin and wispy, the sparkling particles coming off of them collecting from all around to form the inception of new beginnings. Some interconnected by shining chords, some in the slow process of merging together or splitting apart. A fascinating view of inter-universal activity, seeing the origins and destinations of all being, providing enough stimuli to continue watching for an eternity and never experience the same event unfold twice, taking in the secrets of the cosmos and reveling in its beauty unbound.

Well, at least someone that didn't think of them as mere means to his enjoyment and a blatant disregard for the toll it took, knowing the only thing that truly mattered at all was him. With a swift motion, Luther bounced off of his reclined seating, bringing his body forward and pulling his legs toward him. He repositioned to kneel on the surface of his own shaft, giving himself a better range of movement, stretching out his arms and wiggling his fingers in anticipation. He breathed in deeply, leaned over and pushed his hands into the flesh below.

Such a tiny act was enough to make his monstrous cock twitch by a minute amount, the pillar of meat shifting and the folds of skin furrowing with so much vigor that it made the events around him look even more glacially slow. The raw force unleashed by a minor contraction of his muscles was already devastating for the delicate, cosmic balance that he was dead-set on tipping far in his favor. The unexpectedly ferocious results caused him jump in surprise.

The closest surrounding spheres simply burst instantly, the disruption outright disintegrating the very matter they were made of, hardly a chance for them to flare up before being unraveled to their core. Further away, he still wrecked the fragile bubbles past recognition, detonating them from the sheer pressure and sending their contents blasting out. Their walls imploded, only for the shards to ravage their own innards. Disparate orbs were violently slammed into each other, the attempted fusion only resulting in the utter annihilation of both. The ripples continued all the way to and beyond the edges of the multiverse, even spraining its barrier in turn, the loss of coherency immediately twisting the space within it as the stable currents gave in to chaotic, stormy tides.

His stupor was quickly replaced by wicked delight. The unmitigated panic he caused in whatever creatures capable of it was palpable, a collective screech of undiluted terror that rung more through his head than through his ears. And even stronger the sudden, harsh cessation thereof as the very foundations of life were ripped away from under them all, the silence ringing yet more prominent than the noise. He grinned with cocky self-satisfaction, his fingers squeezing themselves into the warmth of his instrument of cosmic destruction. The universe-spanning eradication he'd wrought before now looked like an act of untainted innocence compared to the horrific level of mass extinction in numbers that he couldn't ever hope to comprehend - brought on by pure accident, nothing but an incidental twitch, a tiny, involuntary circumstance. "...hah, or maybe they won't even get a chance to try!"

He waited just another moment to let the waves crash into whatever eventual destination they managed to reach, a shiver running along his spine as echoes of the resulting devastation resounded around him. But then he tensed his legs and rose with his hips, his arms stretched out to support him, head craned back and kneeling, pushing him as high as he could go atop his own endowments. For a spell, he felt a distant pang of dread at what he was about to unleash. Not that he could ever hope to stop what he'd begun. He could only make it far, far worse. He exhaled, trembling at the peak of his motion, before swallowing down his misplaced doubts come all too late. And with that, he thrust forward with all his might.

Despite squeezing his eyes shut, the searing flashes of light burned the flickers of extraplanar destruction into his retinas. The tattered remains of all those universes were reduced ever further, below the very quantum fragments they consisted of before the surface of his skin even made direct contact with them. He barely felt the barrier of the multiverse being ripped to shreds around him, and the sensations were far eclipsed by the battery of all the multiverses in the next higher plane of existence obliterated against his surging beast in the exact same moment. Each of them containing their own array of countless universes, each of which in turn held its own macrocosm of matter, life and being, many of them filled to the brim with innumerable stars and planets in familiar structures, others having formed much stranger, twisted alien systems, each different from another down to the most intricate pieces. The creatures within them, from the most simplistic vegetations to the utmost evolved energy beings with histories stretching back trillions of years, all merely got to feel a single instant of horror before their collective physical substance was reduced to subatomic particles thinly scattered across the vast monster of flesh and fur, which was now pushing itself against the inside of the sphere of the next cosmic plane, already cracking and breaking its all too fragile construction.

Dizzy, with his hips pressed tightly into the base of his shaft, Luther blinked in disorientation. He could barely see a thing aside from the light-induced flecks covering his vision. His mind spun with the shrill ringing of his hearing overloaded by the ear-splitting noise brought on by his extramultiversal obliteration. His arms holding him up were quivering, his tongue lolling out of his mouth agape with a contorted smile, his eyes open wide despite the lack of visual clarity, pupils dilated and irises twitching back and forth, unable to focus on anything at all. A gurgle rose from his throat, warping into a deep, unhinged laughter that rhythmically shook his torso along. The sheer power gone not only to, but way over his head, incapable of even beginning to comprehend but an inkling of the havoc that something as small as a single fold of skin was wreaking. But by just how phenomenal it felt, he knew exactly that he needed more of it. "Hahahah, you all should-"

He couldn't finish expressing his derisive taunt before the next pulse of his gargantuan shaft triggered another exponential expansion. As the air was pressed out of his lungs under a mixture of forceful wheezing and a happy squeal, his chest hit the surface of his member beneath him, landing face-first on the warm, squishy ground. His fingers and toes curled, his hips pushing down involuntarily as the storm of pleasure coursed through him. His uncontrolled growth decimated several dozen more layers of planes in the span of mere seconds, ripping apart fundamental structures of reality as if they were but tissue paper. Once again his prior degree of destruction was eclipsed beyond measure, making it look like background hum against the raw number of casualties that this surge of mass so unconditionally demanded. Were his endowments at their regular scale, the size of a paltry universe would be vanishingly minuscule in comparison to even a single quark. Except, unlike quarks, his presence alone totally obliterated every last of those puny spheres in the near and far vicinity, be it from gravitational pressure, the violent ripples of force or the outright, inescapable direct impact.

With a low grunt, his efforts redoubled. Not content to give in to such involuntary, aimless growth, he focused as hard as he could, contracting his muscles and straightening his posture. He wouldn't let his raw desire take hold and have himself sink into accepting these erratic surges with their escalating planar eradication as his fate. No, it wasn't nearly even remotely close to enough. His teeth clenched in determination, he reeled in a twisted sense of control over his endowments. Unable to enact any restraint, incapable of slowing down - but harrowingly ready and staunchly resolute to push it further, going way too far and far beyond.

Once more he thrust against his own enormity, his chest hunkered down, his arms steadying himself. He felt the layers rip apart by his massiveness, barriers tearing and walls crumbling by the hundreds of thousands. Even with his face pushed into his own flesh, the blazing flashes of light still got through to him at the edges of his vision. Radiant colors that he'd never thought he'd be capable of seeing, the last blips of those planes of existence only registering as a collective flare. The noise was absolutely deafening, raging chaos ringing in his head. Was it the mortal screams of omniverses? Yottaverses? Eververses? Whatever they were, he only really cared about their unmaking, and the pace at which he could achieve it.

With a growl, his hips rose again. His agitated breath rattled and hissed from his throat. "Grr... far too many of you..." he spoke more to himself than to the endless array of extraplanar layers around him, trembling before their inevitable, unstoppable, turgid fate. All those spheres daring to exist, take up room in the space that was privy to him alone. Another thrust. Another trillion barriers gone before he even finished his motion. Another drop in the ocean compared to what innumerable amounts of them he still had to go through, "...I'll reduce your infinite numbers to NONE!"

He thrust again. Trigintillions of planes fell in but a second, decicentillions more lost in the aftershock. Again. Millinillions of layers in the blink of an eye. Again. Googolplexes of them in a mere moment. Again and again and again, each hump devastating more in a far shorter time. Luther's shaft throbbed violently, the constant, escalating barrage of the foundations of reality crashing into him only riling him on. The utter destruction he wrought unparalleled, every pulse of his member a new extinction event on a scale that made all else look less than paltry in comparison, even his own atrocities that came before. His nuts churned ever louder, roaring torrents within them much greater than their outward size would lead to believe, production spiking to ever higher dizzying heights, filling ever fuller. The puny dollop of precum forming at his tip enough to drown more of existence than he could wrap his head around.

But within him, there rose a deeper, stronger force. He could sense the ominous power take hold of his being, sending a shudder through his spine. He gasped as he tasted the fear his presence alone instilled upon the great vastness of ethereal space. The lives that shook before him just like the inanimate hulls that gave them the ability to subsist. They could feel his might as he could feel their collective terror. Not mere astronomical numbers of them. Not simply counts that would cover his endowments several times over were they written down on their surface. No, it was ALL of them. His head raised up again, his eyes opened wide to welcome the oncoming doom. His teeth unclenched, tongue hanging out between his parted lips. His straining muscles relaxed. He lazily bucked his hips.

It took no time at all to wreak omniplanar eradication. In the very same moment, not even a Planck interval apart, an infinite amount of planes existed - and then they didn't. Luther's expansion surpassed the mere bounds of size and speed, his growth transcending endlessness itself in a span of absolute zero time. If anyone had been keeping statistics on him, his scale or the casualties he'd claimed - he eclipsed those measly, finite measurements beyond expression. The forces he unleashed were far past anything calculable, the might of his impacts on every particle of matter so strong that it was outright impossible. He didn't just destroy them, he erased them beneath the most fundamental levels of their reality, utterly removing their very existence altogether as they couldn't hope to even _be_ in the face of a power that simply shouldn't possibly be. But defiantly, Luther _was_, to the detriment of all.

His vision could finally relax. His ears stopped ringing. Just like that, the constant overload of his senses vanished. No explosion, no flash, not even a blip. The calamity but silent and voiceless. The sudden disappearance of all-encompassing panic and horror really hammered in the realization of just how awful those last moments had been on... well, everyone. He sighed, slumping in tranquility. He felt a happy, bubbly tingle in his chest. It almost scared him a little how much of a gruesome, merciless monstrosity he'd become, the absolute wost of him, the appalling depravities not producing a shred of regret, no contrition, no blissful ignorance. Instead it brought him pure, immaculate joy. He gave a short, high-pitched snicker, somewhat inappropriate for a beast of his caliber - not that there were any to parallel him. "Heheheh, ran out of space~"

With great vindication and a smug smile, he simply let himself flop onto the expanse of cockflesh. His chin resting in his hands, legs kicking up alternatingly, he watched for what his next victim would be. Not exactly with his vision of course, considering the scale-defying massiveness. What at first was beyond his comprehension quickly crystallized into something that his mind could make enough sense of for him to get his bearings. Needless to say, his own size was breathtaking, stunning and chilling at once. Outright infinite in conventional terms, three dimensions not sufficient to hold his vastness, the unbounded sensations flooding in from every micrometer of the surface of his skin providing a constant background hum of stimulation, feeling like a perpetual massage all over his still-expanding endowments. But that didn't really interest him, he was more focused on the foreground instead.

It was like curtains of thin, glimmering threads swaying through the aether. They stretched and lengthened on their own, coiling and looping around themselves and each other. Their frayed ends splitting apart over and over again, spawning new strands running off from one another, rapidly forming a fractal of multiplying filaments. A complected web, chaotically quilted from so many branching fibers. From the closest ones, he heard familiar echoes and saw wisps of events that played out. The chaos and screams he'd been in the center of mere seconds ago. The explosive start of his growth. The ringing of his alarm on the morning of this oh so fateful day... but then what happened afterwards was wrong. He'd never have ended up like this if he hadn't, right at that time-

"Time." Luther mumbled to himself. It all started to make sense. Timelines, reaching back into the past, splitting apart into countless different paths with every quantum flicker. From the beginning of history to the far edges of every infinitely distant future. All of what he'd ever done coiling around his shaft, every point in time of every second of every day. The smirk on his face widened as he felt the threads ready to pull tight, sinking into his flesh. Fighting against the strain, stretching in unnatural ways, the moments getting longer, already spanning hours and leaping to weeks, years and millenia in all too rapid succession, until they became eternities on their own. Then it snapped. Breaking when one of his veins' pulses tore it to shreds. It simply disintegrated, reducing to a puff of shapeless cosmic energy that was hardly enough to provide him with a tiny little brush of a minuscule part of his cock.

His visage twisted into a grisly sneer, biting the tip of his tongue as his eyes narrowed. He couldn't hide his enthusiasm if he tried. It was no mere destruction - he'd just outright unmade the events that happened. No, they didn't happen at all! He'd undone their doing, ripped their very existence from having ever existed. His member throbbed with so much vigor to cause ripples throughout every timeline, with enough force behind them to split it countless times in the exact same spot. A deep, sinister chuckle rose from his throat, his fingers twitching with excitement. "Hahah... oh, I really shouldn't be allowed toys like this..."

He tensed his muscles, sending another surge of growth through his enormity, renewing his explosive expansion from its gradual, complacent swelling. The innumerable pops and snaps against his flesh made him simply giggle with glee, knowing just how devastating his effect was on the fabric of time. It was enough for him to actually feel a not totally insignificant stroke along his length, and all it took was the erasure of a few eternities in several thousand timelines. "Not too terrible!" He snidely threw a sort-of-compliment toward the concept of time, which definitely wouldn't have cared to hear it if it were capable of it. "If you pull yourself together, you'll even get me off before you're long gone... maybe." He flexed his cock again.

He was sent reeling as his growth spurt was abruptly halted by a powerful, unseen force gripping him tightly. Every fiber of his being felt as if it were petrified, his endowments ineffectually and painfully pulsing as their expansion was denied to them. He yelped with eyes wide, before gritting his teeth and clenching them shut as a booming voice thundered through his head. He wanted to cover his folded ears, but his limbs were pinned to his sides, helpless to move them at all. The words he heard were strange and outlandish, yet weirdly familiar. An ancient tongue that was never spoken to him, yet he understood it innately.

"INSOLENT MORTAL! OUR CREATIONS ARE NOT YOUR TOYS."

It echoed through the aether as much as through his own mass, so deep that he felt the sound ripple across his flesh. He was left disoriented as the words rung out, blinking and panting as the subsequent silence seemed to push down onto him even stronger than the force holding him back. The moments ticked by as he waited for a response, until finally he realized it was him who should be speaking up. "Oh, uh... hi, this life form's Luther. So, all that, um, stuff was y-"

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR OWN!" The bat was launched forward by the increasing pressure now squeezing ever more tightly into him. The air was forced out of his lungs, his head made to bend down until his forehead was buried in his shaft. His vision flickered with black spots as he rung for his breath. "YOU WILL LEARN TO RESPECT ME AFTER YOUR APPALLING MISDEEDS. BOW!"

After what felt like a far too long time bent and breathless, the grip relaxed. He lifted up his head and gasped, coughing as he laid splayed out on his chest. His stomach was more than a little queasy, each word still thrumming around in his mind incessantly. He tried to sort his racing thoughts, but he couldn't manage through the agonizing constriction and the grand presence that had stopped him in his tracks. But apparently, his desperate struggle showed enough respect to be graced with further derision.

"YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO YOUR KIND. YOUR CAPRICIOUS ACTS OF UNBOUNDED GREED AND SELFISH GLUTTONY ARE BENEATH THE WORST MONSTROSITIES WE'VE LONG EXILED INTO ENTROPY TO ALLOW ANY OF YOU TO EVEN EXIST. AND YOU DARE TO TREAT YOUR GIFT OF LIFE, OF WILL, OF INFINITE FREEDOM WITH SUCH BLATANT DISREGARD, CAUSING DEVASTATION BEYOND YOUR OWN COMPREHENSION TO THE GREAT, COLLECTIVE GOOD OF BEING FOR AN INSIGNIFICANT IOTA OF CARNAL PLEASURE. YOUR VILE NATURE DESERVES NO MERCY. I WILL..." Luther's ears twitched at the momentary stumble in speech. "...I _COULD_ TEAR YOU FROM REALITY AT THIS VERY INSTANT AND BANISH YOU INTO THE REALMS OF CHAOS WHERE YOU BELONG, LET THE BEASTS FEAST ON YOUR FLESH AS YOUR ESSENCE IS CAST INTO FOREVER'S AGONY..."

He stopped listening. Instead a smirk drew on his face. That tiny bit of hesitation was enough for him to regain his confidence. By now, he knew fear all too well when he felt it. And it felt good. Honestly, all that force holding him back was kind of nice. Much tighter and stronger than anything else he'd come across. Maybe he'd _actually_ have a fighting chance of getting himself off... though he was already doubting it. And all this meaningless rambling was really starting to get tiresome. But with such presence and projection, he was looking forward to just how shrill those shrieks would get.

"...BOW TO YOUR GODS AND PRAY FOR YOUR SOUL TO BE SPARED!" With lavish complacency, Luther simply sighed in response, blinking slowly as he rose up into a sitting position. He put the fingertips of his hands against each other, tapping them a few times for effect. "Nah." The deity's recoil from such a blunt answer was palpable, their stupor all too apparent. "How about instead of just squeezing you start rubbing already? It really does wonders for those carnal pleasures." Several delectable moments passed in silence. "Y-YOU..."

"No, you!" Luther cut off the stammering retort. "Oh, and maybe all of your friends! You got a whole pantheon up there after all, right? Would be awfully selfish and greedy of you to hog me all to yourself." His smirk became ever more vicious, his words dripping with cold malice like venom. "I WILL..."

"You'll scream, just like the rest. I really hope that's not all the fun I'm gonna get out of you though!" With his arms folded behind his back, he bucked his hips just a little, suppressing a moan as he felt himself push through the iron grip, his growth defying the deific grasp as, with one massive, violent surge, he more than made up for all the while that he was held down. The remains of the fabric of time simply a casualty lost in the fray as he turned the tides of his struggle. He wriggled happily as the hold on him renewed with unrivaled strength, the hands of a god endeavouring to crush him. Were they that desperate already?

"CEASE!" The voice sounded deliciously uneasy. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU, YOU CAN'T... THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!" Their omniscient mind was clearly racing, attempting to make sense of something that was evidently far beyond their comprehension. Obviously, after all why else would they have dared to try and stop him if they didn't stand a chance. "Oh, me?" Luther asked teasingly, "You know, doing _this_." Another thrust. Another impossible surge. The hold on him slipped further.

He could feel the godly mind grinding its thoughts against each other. Omniscience struggling to wrap around the bat's very existence that defied all sense and reason. It was a ludicrous proposition that an all-knowing entity couldn't comprehend what should be an insignificant, fleeting mortal in the grand scheme of everything. It was absurd that this much power welled up within such a minuscule speck of but skin, flesh, fur and bone. He couldn't have achieved that might, he couldn't be gaining more of it, he couldn't thwart what was the central foundations of reality itself. He couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't. But, oh so effortlessly, with nothing but that arrogant sneer, he did. "NO..."

The voice had already lost most of its grandeur. Instead of haughty demand, it was teeming with disbelief and dejection. He was getting there. "Aw yeah, you know it!" Luther sounded bubblier than ever, but an unmistakable, sinister rumble undercut his superficially playful words. "And just imagine, for one harrowing moment, how much more _terrible_ it's gonna get from here!"

"HRRRNNNGH-" It was like a thunderous quaking that shook his entire being. He could hear the edges of the deity's mind crack, pulling apart at the seams. He knew that he'd hit an ideal spot. Their omniscience handled the horror of what he was just so awfully. "Don't you wonder how many of _these_," he slowly swayed forth again, the casual motion escalating his expansion further, "it's gonna take until I reach beyond the bounds of your immortality? Oh and that must be a dreadful prospect, denied the hope of death's release... ah, but I'm sure your inevitable unmaking will only be so much worse~"

The reply didn't contain a single, coherent syllable. It was simply a stuttering gibber, murmuring drivel in which no sense was to be found. The god's thoughts continually twisting around and around at the aberration of this repulsive creature's existence, a living paradox with devastating effect. Their clutch quivering, weakening by the throbbing monstrosity. Then resounded a fierce, primordial scream that sent shivers of a mixture of joy and awe through Luther. It sounded even more ancient and deeply rooted than the spoken words from the thunderous voice did, a call made only once before, prior to the events that formed the act of creation itself. Now, however, the stakes were much more dire. The essence of chaos would wince at the following, explosive surge of size, starting to strain the fabric of reality, the choking grip barely a delicate embrace, hardly managing to surround the edge of the tip of his shaft.

Finally, there was some greatly needed assistance. Luther had almost begun to worry that the rest of the pantheon was just going to watch idly as their inevitable doom approached. But at long last, they rouse from detached complacency and turned their attention away from the puny, ill-fated worlds under their care, setting aside their trivial interdeific quibbles to instead focus their united forces upon their common foe. Together, they pushed back with all of their power, a celestial construction to restrain the apocalyptic beast.

It was like countless hands wrapping themselves around his endowments, squeezing tightly, gripping ever harder, with untold pressure enacted by each one. Innumerable voices crashed into him like a tidal wave, the whimpering desperation of the first deity drowning in roaring orders for him to stop, threatening him with his undoing, thooming growls to try and intimidate the oversized bat. Luther, in turn, rolled his eyes up from the pleasurable rubbing and squishing across the entire expanse of his scale-defying member, caressing and stroking along his overfull, churning nuts to only entice their escalating overproduction even further.

His head craned back, his smile widening enough to turn his eyes into slits. His toes curled as the building force from deep within sent quakes across the bounds of the everything, its foundations breaking as his flesh invaded the outlying godly realms that no mortal should have ever entered. His shaft bucked and throbbed, the veins atop its surface pulsing, its underside bulging as thick liquid pumped up through it. Under heavy creaking and groaning, its urethra expanded, sloshing heavily from inside, the stretching skin unfolding and tightening, every tiny shift and motion wreaking untold devastation on the substance of the all, twisting, bending and ripping the threads of the all to flimsy fabric of reality by its whims. His tip flared, its lips parting and the deluge shot out unrestrained, the deific powers holding against him not even slowing it down.

Just a single spurt of precum, one of many along the way to the eventual, monumental release. It alone was enough to wreak a surreal level of devastation across the boundlessness of all and ever. The calls to him rose to a ringing fever pitch as the floods rushed forth, the ethereal bodies of the most insignificant minor deities and the greatest overgods alike caught up in it, their might totally meaningless against the outright impossible force crashing down upon them, casting them into the torrents, left struggling before they were rapidly, unceremoniously crushed, wiped from their own existence, their shrill screams cutting out all too suddenly.

A wave of harrowing shivers went across the onlooking gods. That shouldn't have happened. It couldn't have been. Even amongst their greatest wars and in the worst of their most vicious battles, there was no way to end a deity, just as they were without a beginning. No matter how much they'd wished and tried to remove each other or themselves from existence, they all knew in their collective omniscience it was not to be. And yet, here was one, horny bat that'd just, despite the sheer unattainability of it, wiped out a massive chunk of their pantheon without even so much as trying.

Their attitudes changed immediately. Their demanding tone turning to begging, pleading for him to stop. Seeking to bargain with him, offering him anything and everything, even greater pleasures than what he could achieve like this. Attempting to reason with him, explaining his devastating effect on reality, how he went too far, how there was no fixing this, no turning back, no hope beyond absolute cessation. That this was _all_ that was on the line, appealing to the last shreds of mercy and sense in him.

Their cries did not fall on deaf ears. Yet, the large, floppy ears they reached were probably the worst ones they could have asked for. Instead of complying, showing concern or even caring, Luther just sprawled himself out, his eyes squeezing shut and opening again, his arms to his sides with fingers pressing into the wall of ballfluff behind him. He heaved and sighed heavily, the postulations ringing and echoing through his head. "Mfff," he squealed, his vision going blurry and his hips bucking involuntarily, "keep it up! A little more and you're gonna make me blow... and everything else as well~"

He simply broke them. They crumpled as their thoughts trailed off into nowhere. Some gone to the bleak horror, slumping soullessly at the impending doom that they lost all hope to stop, retracting into their own, disintegrating minds. Others snapped, their selves splintering into pieces, madness overwhelming them as they were reduced to blathering piles of unhinged frenzy, stirring and writhing uncontrollably as they were consumed by insanity, their omniscience ripping to shreds as it was pushed past its nonexistent limits. Yet others could only whimper at the amplifying throbbing and pulsing, groaning and gurgling that got louder and louder, shaking and trembling rippling across all and ever. They lost all sense of orientation, the incessant pounding beyond what they could take, the whole of their beings gripped by turmoil and cast into their final tumble before their ruin.

"Ah-"

It was the last word to be spoken. Breathy, in affect and squeakily, with few left in a state to hear it. Luther let himself go, relaxing and just letting his growth run its course. The noises of the tearing fabric of reality, the muffled thumping of overgods and omnideities being eradicated between the folds of his flesh, the _everything_ impacting upon his boundless manhood, where it was simply and utterly erased to its utmost foundations. The very core of existence, any law of physicality, every concept making up the all of all. Leaving not a shred, not a particle, not even a single spark of energy behind. He felt himself crashing into the wall that was his own self. His nuts squeezing against themselves, his skin grinding against his own skin. Each throb, each pulse forever reverberating, resounding and amplifying through his impossible enormity. There was no room between him and himself. No space to fill, no realms to conquer, not even nothing that didn't remain. It was all gone and over.

With his limbs, head and rump squished into the fur of his sack and the flesh of his shaft, he felt hot and constricted. Every breath was like liquid fire running through his lungs. The creaking of his swelling meat, the stretching of his skin and the gurgling sloshes of his balls were so low, so deep and infrasonic that he couldn't even perceive them audibly anymore, instead only feeling their incessant noise, yet leaving in in an absolute, haunting silence. Totally bound by his own self, barely able to move, to brush his fingers along the warm, steaming mass under them, his hips hardly capable of shifting at all, his body unable to follow his intent as his endowments confined him far too much.

Luther let out a delighted, lengthy sigh. He was in ecstasy. Sensing every micrometer of the surface of his beyond-all-encompassing massiveness grind, shift and slide against his own self, every pulse and surge sending unmatched pleasure through him, the tight embrace relaxing and oh so wonderful. He didn't regret at all that everyone, everything and more didn't manage to get him off. Really, it felt all the better knowing that they simply couldn't achieve it, spending his one and only chance to definitively prove that all that ever was, all that could be and all that couldn't wasn't capable of serving the one and only cause that their entire existence was leading up to, hopelessly failed their very reason of their pathetic being and rightfully annihilated, eradicated and unmade for it. And now that he was on his own, undisturbed and cozy, he could just as easily take care of it himself.

He tensed up his muscles, took a deep, bubbling breath and bucked his hips with all of his strength. Despite the lack of actual effect, his eldritch monstrosity of a cock billowed outwards in size unperturbed. And even though there wasn't nowhere left to grow, that there was no room remaining, there wasn't anything or nothing that aside from him, he grew anyway. The beast thrashing and roaring, pushing against itself, pressure eclipsing, flesh against flesh against flesh, forever and beyond, only expanding further, bigger, more. He panted, pressing his face into the hot, glistening surface, sliding his tongue over what beneath-infinitesimal part of it he could reach as his fingers squeezed into it. Now that he knew how it felt, he almost wished that he'd gotten to watch the devastation first-hand, helpless as the behemoth had encroached upon them and... and...

His stomach sank as an ominous feeling overcame him. He couldn't finish his train of thought. Not simply because he was overly distracted by the rising pleasure, but more of a substantial blockade. Pressing down onto his mind, enrapturing its all too limited confinements. Pounding. _Throbbing._

His breath stalled as he felt it break through. Shining, pink flesh pouring in. As insignificant and negligible his thoughtspace was, his monstrous bulk still took hold of it without a shred of mercy. His most recent escapades were first. The tormented screams of maddened deities that remained ringing in his head lost as his memories of them were overtaken in an instant, buried and crushed under the sheer mass of cock. The rest quickly followed, no matter how much he cherished and clung to them. His extraplanar romp. His universal extinction. The apocalypse that started it all. The morning, yesterday, last week. All that he'd experienced in all those years simply gone in the blink of an eye. Anything he attempted to recall, any moment from his life and any fact he learned, all he saw was his own shimmering skin reflecting back at him.

He whimpered. His mind was trying to stand against what it so obviously couldn't, bending at the seams from the sheer heft weighing down on it. His ideas, his dreams, his thoughts: all victims to the pulsing behemoth taking its toll. Luther tried to scream, but the tightness, the musk and the heat were too overbearing, he was unable to bring forth his voice at all, to even gurgle or generate any kind of noise. He felt his own self falling into the writhing tides of billowing, expanding skin. Gripped so tightly by it from every lack of direction, yet totally lost in the vastness of the most minuscule fold in its surface. Tiny wrinkles before him tearing open into hungry gorges as he continued his escalating growth. It took its hold of the far reaches of his mind and only stretching them out, further into impossibility. He wasn't able to grasp a fraction of it, and yet he experienced it all. Instantly, simultaneously, utterly overwhelming. Torrents of sensations rushing over him, far beyond what omniscience could ever have encompassed, but not mustering to even the faintest idea of the sheer scale of the monster.

All he saw before his eyes torn open wide in abject horror was the writhing, surging, twisting mass of flesh, the ridges and folds grinding and stretching, impossible vastness only eclipsing themselves over in unyielding expansion. Engulfing his vision from within the tattered remains of his former mind. Far too close, his fingers clawing at his own head as his sight was consumed by oppressing darkness. Each pulse and throb ringing in his ears, too deep, too loud, too much to let any sound through, giving way to utter silence where he couldn't even hear the shreds of his own thoughts subjugated to his size. Total, deafening quiet overtaking him. His breath choked by his own intoxicating scent so thick that it was like liquid pouring into his lungs. He could taste it on his lips and tongue, heavy and dense as to numb his perceptions entirely. All he could feel was the skin on skin on fur on skin on fur on fur on skin, the relentless stimulation, the greedy surges of size only making it far far worse. His limbs twitched, his digits curled, his spine bent backwards. He lost control over his body as he did his mind, spasming violently, convulsing in twisted contortions as the monster took its toll.

It grew. Bigger, further, vaster. The coiling, heaving bulk bulging and shaking, palpitations rippling across its endless surface like waves across the tides of flesh. Every surge swelling with beyond immense heft, the fattening, insatiable beast effortlessly eclipsing its size over and over and over, yet under great duress as so much of its skin ground against more of its own being. Wherever the edge of the brutish colossus pressed into, there was another unending mass of itself behind it. Chaotic torrents glistening as they rose, broadened, stretched, flexed and bowed. The thooming of his nuts escalated. Each groan and gurgle sending violent quakes through the entire extent of his endowments. Fuller, heaver, denser they filled, aching for the peak that seemed eternities away, yet pulling closer with every moment.

He felt it all. Every bend, every fold, every crease. Every micron of extrainfinite length, every cubic nanometer of the impossible expanse of skin, deep to the core of relentless girth. Every vein throbbing, every muscle contracting, every cell dividing at such speeds that the most infinitesimal increment of growth that one of them alone could effortlessly eclipse the size of the entire behemoth. The smallest impulses of stimulation exceeding his overencompassing consciousness, surges of ecstasy ringing through his thoughts, feeding back as shockwaves radiating across his shaft that had overtaken every single part of them. Building and building and building towards the last point of no return, unstoppable, inconceivable to slow it down, the pace only accelerating. Too far, too strong, too much.

He relaxed. Limbs became still, eyes focused on nothing at all. A feeling of ominous, unrelenting dread and unhinged excitement. The bulging and swelling as the endless floods pumped forth. Liquid thicker and denser than cement billowing through the behemoth, stretching it wider and wider, urethra distending with mounds and ridges rising and falling as it forced the mass about its innards under hefty undulations, contracting with incognitable might. Mouth agape as the grip of the final, culminating release took hold. The ultimate cessation event to ever occur, the worst to come, the conclusion. Yet it was not to cease again, never stopping to increase in intensity, merely the beginning of the end. The monster came, to abject bliss.