Balls, Bulge and Bulk --------------------- His grip tightened, stomach muscles tensed up and head sunk a little deeper into the mattress. With a howl, the wolf finally blew his load, legs lifted off the floor coming down in tandem with the seed splattering on the ground. He only got a short respite to open his eyes to a blurry view of the ceiling and barely inhale enough air for the subsequent shot to elicit another moan as the volley of cum flew out with even greater velocity, adding a second several meters long, white line from the bed almost all the way to the opposing wall. His fingers loosened from his shaft as he simply rode out his orgasm in defeat. Panting, eyes glazed over, his entire, lanky body contracting and relaxing as rope after rope arched across the room. It wasn't until several more ropes after another that it dawned on his dulled senses, with the aid of feeling his nuts knocking against his shins with every buck of his hips and the droplets falling on him from the ceiling. Like from a drunken stupor, he pulled himself upright, barely registering the extent of his room's gooey disarray before setting off to a sprint to the bathroom. He made it about half a step before keeling over with a scream, his fingers digging into the ground that was shaking as his load blew straight into it, veritable waves spreading outwards from the zone of impact. His churning balls hadn't taken the brush by his thighs lightly, almost having doubled in volume to form a white-furred beanbag behind him. Under clenched teeth, he drug himself forward an inch at a time. After what felt like hours, he finally made it. Pulling himself out of the morass of seed, he stumbled to his feet in front of the baththub, letting the rivers flow into it. His attempt at using the sink for support was met with a hefty crash, sending him reeling backwards and be caught by his sack reaching from floor to ceiling and wall to wall, the basin of the sink he'd pulled in twain in his hand. From the mirror, his face looked back at him from between towering shoulders of rippling muscles rhythmically dancing in unison with his contractions. Sploosh, and the view was covered. The tub was already spilling over before the shot had really gotten going. The feeble glass couldn't hold against the torrents surging toward them. From shattered windows flowed thick, off-white currents. Splashing onto the ground and flooding out into the street. The asphalt just a riverbed, vehicles sliding and being caught up in the deluge, washed away like leaves. Crumbling facades gave way to fluffy mounds making their presence and fullness known by their bassy rumbling echoing throughout the neighborhood they quickly proceeded to spill into. In short order pushing against, rolling over and crushing the surrounding houses like boxy soda cans. The wolf barely caught a glimpse of the waves crashing across the familiar district before his pecs became the line of his horizon, hands and feet already all but buried in his own bulk. He could hardly process the sight anyway, lost in the barrage of euphoria, unable to even tell anymore where one shot ended and the next one began. If they even ended anymore at all. His cock bulging and billowing several times its already titanic girth to try and handle the sheer volume, it was enough for the ropes to not land and immediately submerge cities on the opposite side of the country, the splashdown sending crashing waves into the ocean, engulfing islands whole and flinging ships miles out into sea in seconds. To their dismay, they were met with the next salvo of seed raining down in the ocean all around them, the distance and force of his shots amplifying exponentially even to the size of the sack fueling them. Their surging advance not even slowed down in the slightest by the collapsing skyscrapers and tumbling bridges in their path, they were quickly replacing an entire metropolitan area with a pair of deep, smooth craters formed by nuts towering so far over the clouds that made even his colossally beyond-herculean body look minuscule in comparison. His view of the cloudless sky framed by burgeoning muscle didn't remain monotonous for long. A white rope arched through his field of vision, the first one to make a full orbit around the entire planet. It was quickly joined by more, even larger streaks across the heavens, bringing on a global, meteoric rain of cum. He felt even more light-headed as gravity suddenly shifted around him, his enormous balls crashing through the crust, their incessant, heaving surges sending quakes through the battered rock that tore tectonic plates apart at far more than its seams. The molten rock was like a cozy, warm lap against his overburdened sack, making his bulk tense up with enough force to rip the remnants of the world in two, what was left of it squeezed between his balls rapidly swelling through space and his urethra stretching several hundred times wider than the girth of his shaft. The lunar impact against it was hardly more than a tickle compared to the untold, raging masses being pumped through it at an ever-escalating rate. Like a spark against an ocean, the sun stood no chance against the dollop of seed. Engulfed instantly, torn from its position and hopelessly sizzling out in mere moments. The gigantic cum blast far eclipsed the edges of what used to be its system, cubic light centuries of space quickly filling with the interspacial torrents raging ever higher, the swirling arms of galaxies submerged in the twisting vortex of white rapidly taking up an ever more significant fraction of the universe. Totally lost in the masses of his own, the wolf smiled widely, panting, staring up at the seemingly endless walls of brawn. The crumbling planet all but tertiary, he felt the quakes of his roiling nuts ripple across every millimeter of his body, their groans amplifying so far as to waver through the fabric space itself as if to try and loosen it up to take the oncoming, much bigger load.