Turned Up Below --------------- > @thenameisradio: What about some terrifyingly noisy and heavy nuts churning up a respectively dense and frightening load? Maybe this little guy here: https://twitter.com/thenameisradio/status/1304528131487920128 The fluorescent light made this place look even more drab than it really was. The colorfully painted walls and large advertising banners couldn't really hide away the coldness of the concrete copula. An uncomfortable place to wait for his train to emerge from one of the many tunnels that carried folks around underneath the town. Terrible old things, their screeching brakes, clattering doors and clanking wheels echoing around in the large hall. People had to almost yell at each other to get their voices to come through, only adding to the noise. Biscuit turned up the volume on his phone, closing his eyes and sighing, trying to relax and shut out the barrage of sensory input. The clattering, the thumping, the rumbling, the roiling, the churning, the shaking, the tightness... His lids flew open and his ears perked up with enough vigor for his earphones to pop out. He peered down to see his bulge stretching even his extra-extra-wide cut pants beyond their limits, threads popping and white fur billowing out from the tears. He bit his lips and looked up to see the crowds around him recoiling away from him, faces of discomfort, uncertainty and slight bemusement looking back at him. Which quickly turned to wide-eyed shock as his nuts let out a deafening gurgle that far eclipsed all of the underground station's busy background noise, loud enough to make the platform quiver beneath his feet so strong that it caused several onlookers to stumble, the pillars rising toward the cracking ceiling wavering back and forth with by an uncomfortable amount, plaster and bits of tile raining down from above. He grinned nervously. With a sudden surge, his pants couldn't take it anymore. With a snap, they tore themselves to shreds, the plush, more than head-sized sheath and two heavy, churning nuts freeing themselves from their confines. They hit the floor with enough force to blow a two foot deep crater into the concrete, the impact tossing not only the entire crowd around him off their feet, but also causing every train to jolt up along with them, thrown off of their tracks, knocked over and send crashing down to their sides. Posters and light fixtures falling down, wires snapping and swinging freely, panels and posters coming clattering down to the floor. After a few moments of disorientation, full-blown panic set in, people screeching and screaming, desperately trying to run toward the nearest stairwell up to the surface. The cat's fingers smooshed themselves deep into the warm, doughy mass of his sheath. A shudder went through him, making his fur stand on end and his tail stretch itself out all the way. As the head of his cock emerged, he could see his own expression reflect in the moist surface of its skin, his tongue hanging out, his eyes half-open and crossed in pleasure. The deep, monstrous roar from his balls blowing his unruly tuft of hair back before everything went dark, the power supply cut off. Then, a ray of light shone from above. Then another, and another, getting ever brighter. The cracks in the ceiling kept widening, letting the day flood back into the subterranean installation to the horror of those in it. The pillars holding it up snapped in half. With how loud those nuts were churning, it was like watching the chaos play out in eerie silence. The concrete roof gave way, collapsing in chunks coming crashing down all around him. Along with them came cars and trucks that were unsuspectingly rolling over them, smashed into clumps of glass and metal as they made impact. Buildings bent and crumbled at their foundation, keeling over the hole and their facades slamming into each other, pouring furniture and inhabitants out of smashed windows and broken walls. The stairs reaching up broke and crumbled with the impacts. His fingers ran up the sides of his throbbing shaft. With every heaving pulse, another shockwave blew out, each one stronger than the last. The first utterly pulverized the chunks of concrete and metal flying toward him, tossing them around like toys and embedding them into the walls like they'd been shot from a cannon. The second smashed everything within the hall against its own walls, like an explosion gone off, bending its wall outwards and leaving the entire thing featureless and empty but for one panting cat standing in its middle, the buildings bending over the hole in the ceiling ripped from their foundation and sent flying high into the air. The third one outright turned the entire downtown area into a massive, multi-mile wide crater, the noise of the detonation blowing out every pane of glass in the entire country and the quake registering as a major disturbance on seismographs around the world. His eyes roll up and his maw widens to a lust-drunken smile, his tongue hanging down and legs spreading wide. His pumping taint squeezing itself into the ground, his urethra bulging out with the impossibly heavy, overdense load churning and gurgling as his shaft tried to desperately pump out that mass. He wrapped his arms around his bulging length, his fingers barely able to touch each other on the engorged underside, trying his best to squeeze it along. The throbs causing the globe to shake in a unified earthquake of unprecedented proportion. Tectonic plates shifting against each other. New valleys forming, mountains splitting apart, oceans flowing into were land was before and new continents rising up from below. The crater he was standing in deepening, the world deforming around all of that cat. He felt it reach his tip and bit his lips, bracing himself as best he could. The sheer, devastating, booming noise of the release was outright ear-splitting. Gravity turned on its head by the sheer density of the very first milliliter of the rope unleashed, and even more so as the entire planet was instantly pulverized by the force of the shot. Night fell abruptly as the sun was torn from its position. The moon crumbled at the edge of his vision. The stars on the firmament turned into a chaotic vortex swirling in toward him. Planets crashing into each other, stars melding together, clusters of galaxies intermixing into disorganized masses of space debris. The universe ceased its expansion groaning at the sudden gravitational force from within, struggling to fight against the compaction, fighting to keep its shape. Its barrier straining, steeling itself against the forces, holding itself together to not let the mayhem break out and threaten the greater cosmos beyond. Just another throb caused universal implosion.