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Limit Break

Tomac walked up the stairs of his apartment complex. Sure, he could use the crystal network to teleport right into his room, but with his office job, he always found ways to squeeze in a little workout here and there. As a Hrothgar Lost, he never had to work out much to pack on muscle, and he loved that, but the problem was finding a mate he considered above him. Sure, the white tiger Hrothgar was short, but otherwise a testament to his race’s powerful and prideful bodies with thick muscle, wide and muscular feet, strong jaw and dignified gate, all compacted into a five foot frame. He was tinny for his species, but just because his size was reduced didn’t mean he wasn’t powerful and strong. He would routinely have to hold back while arm-wrestling to prevent bones from snapping. People always thought because he was small that he needed protecting, or that he would be a pushover. All it would take was a single square up to rectify any weakling’s attempts at courtship. Tomac loved how the light would fade from their eyes as he closed his grip, grinding the bones in their hands to show them the mistake they made in assuming he was weak.

The feeling was purely intoxicating, watching people who thought they had a shot crumple to their knees begging him not to crack their fingers and grind their bones to dust in his powerful grip. How dare they think themselves worthy? How dare they think they had a chance when they couldn’t even hold their composure during a simple test of strength? The disparity between their size didn’t make up for the vast ocean that existed between their levels of strength. Simply laughable.

Then there was that one night. Tomac froze in place half way down the hall as a pink blush brushed over his muzzle. That rosy hue was out of place on such a resting brood-face, the pink clashing with the inky sclera and black face markings, his ruby eyes a million miles away as he remembered that interaction as though it were yesterday. A larger hand came around his. It was powerful, it was strong, its fingers eclipsed his in every way. Even though his own arm was ready for a fight, the one that clasped his was corded with power, a warm helion paw, his black claws relaxed as those fingers gently slipped around his, containing his entire hand. Calloused paws from hard work brushed against his, those fingers as thick as sausages. In that moment Tomac knew that hand could crush him, break his fingers, pin him down in seconds. That beast wasn’t being gentle to be nice, it was out of necessity.

“You ready little one?” he had said as he stroked his thumb against the back of his hand to comfort him, as though he were talking to a frightened kitten rather than another Hrothgar.

“Hey there short, dark, and handsome,” someone broke Tomac out of his mental reverie.

Tomac blinked and looked up to see a tall Xaela, his human features covered in dark ashen scales as his horns framed his brow and jaw. Tomac was quite familiar with their species. He liked how strong they were despite how slender they looked. All that power in such a compact form.

“Hi?” Tomac cocked a brow, adjusting his glasses so he could look through them instead of over the brim.

“Such a cold response,” the Xaela put his hands up. “I’m just trying to be a good neighbor. I might even want to take you out for a drink sometime. Wouldn’t that be a fun night?”

“Not interested,” Tomac tried to brush the guy off, but when Tomac tried to sidestep him in the hall, an arm barred his path. The Xaela had put his hand against the wall, the hologram covering the concrete shivered for a moment before adjusting.

“Come on, you can’t honestly say you haven’t at least thought about what someone with dragon’s blood could do for a kitten like you.”

“I thought the Au Ra weren’t dragons?” Tomac cocked a brow and adjusted his glasses.

“We can say it, you can’t,” the Xaela smirked. “But I don’t mind a bit of race play if you don’t mind me putting a little collar around that pretty neck of yours.”

Tomac’s lips twitched into the shadow of a sneer, his silver nose-ring accenting the movement by tilting upward. He hated men like this that thought they were stronger than him just because he was shorter. He loved being small, but he hated the entitlement and false sense of authority people got from it.

“I told you I’m not interested, now move,” Tomac let a shallow growl slip from his throat.

“Oh come on now kitten,” the Xaela moved his hand beneath the tiger’s chin to scratch it. “Everyone knows that once the Au Ra catch the sent, they don’t give up the chase.”

“Well, someone has already caught your quarry,” Tomac slapped the Xaela’s hand away from his face. “I’m married.”

“Oh you are? Then where’s your ring?” A cocky grin started to play across the Xaela’s lips, his fang glinting in the low light.

“Hey,” a deep rumbling voice rippled through the hall. Before Tomac could blink, the Xaela was pinned against the wall, the hologram glitching and showing the concrete beneath it had cracked and fractured, his throat caught in the manly paw from his memory.

“What do you think you’re fucking doing?” The new helion snarled. “That’s my mate you’re fucking with.”

There he was, Andy. The massive beast of a man stood before him. How he didn’t feel the vibrations of his footsteps from down the hall was a mystery to Tomac. How such a massive man could be so silent in his approach was a true show of his beastly control over his hulking muscle. He was tall, taller than tall, taller than any other helion, hell, taller than any Hrothgar Tomac had ever met. Andy was easily eight feet, his body bulging with muscle. His chocolate fur was covered with lighter brown stripes that almost looked orange by contrast, his arms were thicker than Tomac’s legs, his corded forearms and bulging biceps outclassed so many. His cannonball shoulders and rippling delts lashed onto a neck of corded power that held up a strong, bearded jaw. His wild mane was a darker brown than his fur, groomed and silky, a single braid swayed over his face, settling down against his strong cheek bones from the leap he had made to pin the other man. His chest was exposed, his shelf like pectorals pushed out, the one corded up with tension from holding the Xaela in place, golden barbells glinted in each thick juicy nip. His abdominal wall was eight, mounting bricks, bowing out to hold back the power contained in that barrel chest. His legs were clad in skin tight denim, the jeans the only article of clothing the beast wore, his feet exposed, his toe claws sinking into the carpet, causing the concrete beneath to crack and splinter.

“B-Back…off dude!” The Xaela grunted. “You aint got no ring on neither!”

“Oh, he doesn’t wear the ring on his hand,” Andy smirked, his fangs glinting like blades. He gripped the Xaela’s throat harder, crushing his voice box and silencing him before throwing him on the ground. Before the guy had a chance to choke on his own throat, Andy slammed his foot down on his face, pinning him. He flexed his toes on his face, his claws scaring the weaker man’s skin, as he slipped his foot down lower to show off the glittering toe ring. “He’s married to my fucking toes you dip shit. I should kill you for even thinking you’re in the same class as my fuck speck.”

Andy relaxed and stood up to his full height and slipped his hands in his pockets, the thick fingers warping the fabric.

“Yo! Babe,” Andy started, his voice deep and rumbling as he effortlessly kept the Xaela pinned beneath his foot. “This guy bothering you?”

Tomac had to keep himself composed as he watched the display of power. His onyx fangs slipped from his lips as he smiled and purred, his tail flicking behind him as he walked up to his man, purposefully stepping on the Xaela’s back and causing him to cough into his man’s sole.

“Not anymore,” Tomac leaned up on his tiptoes, his shoes digging into the man’s back like a human stepstool. Andy still had to lean down to press his lips against his man. A three foot gap wasn’t easy to close. Their lips pressed against one another, a deep rumble emanated from Andy’s chest as their lips smacked tenderly, their tongues lulling around one another as the larger helion dove his tongue down to slap Tomac’s tonsils, dominating the kiss.

“Good,” Andy gave a light kiss on the white Hrothgar’s nose. “Do you want him dead? You know I can crush his skull right here. I heard some of the shit he was saying, and you know disrespecting my property is a crime punishable by death.”

Wet grunts and gasps could be heard as Andy started to apply pressure, his powerful thigh bulging up and causing the threads of his jeans to pop slightly, natural tears forming to show the corded power of those hamstrings.

“It would be easy,” Andy rumbled, nipping his man’s ear. “Like crushing a grape.”

“Someone is frisky,” Tomac murred. “You usually only get this bad after I’ve riled you up.”

“What can I say,” Andy cupped his man’s muzzle, forcing those ruby orbs to look into the golden eyes of the much larger cat. “You drive me wild.”

They kissed, their tongues dancing in each other’s maws, Tomac barely able to move his as his man filled his muzzle with powerful, thick tongue. They mulled over each other’s tongues while Tomac mulled over the fragile life beneath their soles.

“Fuck it,” Tomac broke the kiss. “Leave him. Who cares what a doormat has to say.”

“Fair enough,” Andy murred, lifting his man up to carry him to their apartment, kicking the Xaela out of their way. Andy was very careful to deposit his little man on the ground as soon as they got into the apartment. “How was your day, hun?”

Tomac smiled, his black fangs contrasting with his glistening white teeth. “I completed that thing we discussed.”

The white Hrothgar flicked his wrist where a black band with a red materia glowed into action. A projection of a cube rolling with code hovered just above his hand.

“Damn,” Andy purred like thunder. “I can’t believe something so small can make such a large change.”

“Yeah, it’ll remove the limit caps on the apartment’s reality engine, and I programmed a few new surprises as well.”

“What kind of surprises?” Andy helped Tomac out of his coat, hanging it up for him.

“Now, if I told you, they wouldn’t be surprises, would they,” Tomac murred. “Though, you can rest assured, they are all the better to worship you with, my big beastly man.”

“Mmmm…fuck, makes my surprise seem a little less special,” Andy smirked. Before Tomac could ask what it was, the larger Hrothgar nodded toward their living room. Their apartment complex was top of the line, the windows overlooking the sky scraping buildings and flying cars on solar roadways, the blue screens that hovered with their queued shows now had a flickering fireplace in them, the warm chestnut wood floors were covered by a large cobalt-blue rug with yellow and gold patters stitched into it. The furniture was very deco in nature, with hard lines and blue neon lights as trim to contrast the cobalt blues.

Though, what was special was the dinner on the table with a bouquet of black and white roses. A warm meal was steaming on plates ready for the little feline.

“W-What? Did you do all this before I got home?” Tomac turned to face his man, the larger wild cat had a single red velvet rose in his maw as he bounced his brows. All a misdirection as he kicked the empty takeout bag into their closet where he could discreetly take it out when he was cleaning up later.

A light laugh slipped past Tomac’s lips before he could catch it. “I bet you’re proud of that. It explains why you’re wearing those jeans I like.”

“And nothing else baby,” Andy removed the rose and gently swayed his tail while rocking his hips forward, the bulge clear and visible in his jeans. “Just the way you like it.”

“What’s all this for?” Tomac asked as he stepped up to the table, Andy following him.

“Nothing in particular,” Andy placed the red velvet rose in the black and white bouquet, a ruby droplet atop a mound of black and white velvet. “Can’t a Daddy just do something nice for his obedient, good boy?”

“With no ulterior motive?” Tomac cocked a brow.

“Well,” Andy gently cupped his man’s muzzle, his thumb brushing against that angsty face. “I’m also looking to bone.”

“You know you own me,” Tomac leaned into that massive hand. He could palm his entire head with that beastly mitt.

“Oh I know,” Andy rumbled. “I could have just been sitting on the couch with a cigar and two fingers of scotch and you’d have come squealing to finish the look by diving face first between my legs. Wouldn’t you? Ready to be daddy’s perfect son?”

“Ohhh…fuck yes I would Sir,” Tomac murred, his blush glowing on his cheeks. He loved doing the daddy and son play. It always put his fur on end in the best of ways.

“Then, my dear Tomac, if Daddy wanted to have a romantic night with his good, obedient son, who the fuck are you to refuse?” Andy murred it out like it was a threat, almost as though he were daring the smaller feline to deny him, but Tomac couldn’t even muster a fake refusal. It had been a long day, and nothing relieved stress faster than obeying his big beastly man.

“Fuck Daddy, you’re a fucking beast, you know that?” Tomac kissed Andy’s thumb, his lips parting, the smallest bit of moisture cooling the larger helion’s thumb as the smaller white feline contemplated giving into his man’s demands right then and there.

“You bet your ass I am,” Andy murred darkly. “I can’t wait to fuck you like you’re a condom for me to fill.”

“The sweet talk devolved into dirty talk pretty quick there, huh,” Tomac smiled up at his big man, but the blush was still deep and red across his face.

“You know how I get when I’m horny,” Andy smirked, his cock flexing in his jeans, the thick pipe of helion meat was snaking down a pant leg. “How long will it take for that little program of yours to integrate into the system?”

“We have time for a round or two before it’s finished integrating. We can still use the reality settings while the program is installing.”

“I guess we should eat first, not let your favorite takeout get cold.”

“To be honest,” Tomac leaned up on his tiptoes, his hands barely able to reach his man’s neck from so far up above him, even while the larger wild cat crouched down. “I had a late lunch.”

“So, skipping straight to dessert?” Andy smirked with a lusty growl.

“Was that a question?” Tomac smiled, his tail swishing higher with each gentle swing.

“I get ya,” Andy rumbled out, his gruff voice paired so well with whisky and cigars. “You don’t want me to ask for permission, do ya.”

“Do I ever?” Tomac countered.

“You remember our safe word?” Andy murred tenderly cupping his man’s muzzle.

“I do,” Tomac leaned into that paw, almost purring like a kitten.

“And are you going to use it?” Andy gave his man a sly smirk.

“Never,” Tomac responded, his lips parting and dragging across his man’s palm as he kissed it. They had a safe word ages ago. To be honest, Tomac didn’t even really remember exactly what it was. The important thing was that Andy was willing to share enough power to give Tomac a ripcord if he couldn’t take his man’s aggression. Tomac never used it once. The smaller feline loved how his man would push boundaries, show off his raw power and strength, and use that to effortlessly dominate him. That’s what Tomac wanted, no choice in the matter, no way to say no, to be utterly dominated by someone who was his undeniable superior in every way.

“Damn right you’re not,” Andy rumbled, leaning down and gripping the back of Tomac’s shirt and tearing it off him. The button down and printed T were torn in half effortlessly. “Damn, babe! You got a hot tight body.”

“Andy! I loved that shirt,” Tomac furrowed his brow.

“And what are you going to do about it, runt?” Andy growled in his ear. Tomac shivered at that. Being called a runt as a Hrothgar was dirty and borderline reprehensible. Too small to be good for anything, not a man, a piece of means for the real Hrothgars to use as they please. It was an archaic slur, but fuck if it didn’t put the little runt in his place!

“Oh ffff…mmm…” Tomac couldn’t find the words, his voice was shaking, his jaw quivering as that hot breath slowly emphasized his next words.

“That’s what I thought,” Andy growled almost angrily, each hot word slipped down the smaller cat’s spine like molasses that tingled his vertebra. That hot breath accompanied by a tongue lulling over his ear before those blade like teeth gently raked over it, threatening what disobedience would get him. This wasn’t the first time Andy got impatient and tore an article of clothing off his man. He always replaced them, or got something better. It was less an act of disrespect and more of a show that access to Tomac’s body was more important than the integrity of his clothes, and that made Tomac shiver.

“That’s a good little pet,” Andy huffed. “Now come to daddy. Show me what your daydreams were filled of while you were away.”

Tomac didn’t need any more encouragement. He didn’t so much as push forward as much as he fell into his man’s chest. The white Hrothgar purred, he couldn’t help it, he was a kitten compared to the beastly man before him. His lips dragged slowly across those abs until his brow reached his man’s pectoral shelf. His hands came up, rolling over the angry thunderclouds that made up Andy’s obliques before cupping those massive muscle tits. Tomac’s paws rolled over those massive muscle pillows, each rippling with power. His fingers bouncing over those nipples and their golden piercings. His nose pressed up underneath them right where all the sweat would collect during his workouts. He took a deep whiff, the aroma of a hard day’s work tickled Tomac’s sense, beckoning him forward. He gave a little huff, his maw coming open as that crevice was getting hot. He slipped his tongue over that little patch of chest hair. The skin was lightly damp and housed a musk that held a kiss of sunshine in it.

It was the smell of his man, his workout still salty sweet on the smaller cat’s tongue. Like licking fresh sea salt. Suddenly the pecs around him bounced, the thick muscle audibly flexing as Andy grinned down at his little morsel. It’s what he would normally do to get Tomac’s attention.

“Damn son, you’ve got it bad for Daddy, huh?” Andy continued to bounce his pecs as he talked own to his little morsel. The little guy was hypnotized by those pecs. They were massive slabs of power, each larger than the big helion’s head, and he had supreme control over them. All that power, all that size, all that strength to wield, and Tomac knew his man only craved more. More dominance, more power, more ways to pile drive him in the dirt, to emphasize the vast distance in their superiority. He was the apex predator, the true mold for what a Hrothgar aspires to be. And they both wanted to shatter that mold.

“Come here,” Tomac took Andy’s paw and started to walk backwards, but the tall mound of muscle refused to move. Andy bent to no man’s will, and he sure as fuck wasn’t going to obey a command form a runt like him. The larger feline gave Tomac a cocky grin. “Please…Daddy…please may I direct you to your chair? Where I can properly worship you? You can’t expect a runt like me to be able to be a good son and worship a hulking beast that’s just so…so…” Tomac’s words were failing him, he took a hard gulp before the only word that could be used to describe Andy passed his lips with a drop of drool. “Big…”

Andy’s cocky grin grew wider. He gave a little shrug and walked forward. The massive helion’s heels shook the apartment. Andy wasn’t going to hide his size, not for a runt who needed to know his place, so he made sure the downstairs neighbors knew exactly who was home, his massive footfalls vibrating through the apartment as he was guided to the couch; his throne. Andy was sat down, his massive, thick ass cheeks pressing firmly into the cushions, his arms spread over the back rest as he relaxed down into his position. Tomac was losing it, his man looked so cocky, so superior, like a king on that couch!

“Get to work, son,” Andy rumbled, putting one foot on the coffee table and pushing it with a quick flex of his ankle. The table swung forward and off to the side like a door on its hinge. He then patted the rug before him with his foot. “Just cleared a spot for you.”

That display of power sent shivers down Tomac’s spine. He watched with rapt adoration and devotion, like watching a prophet perform a miracle. It wasn’t the fact Andy could move the table so easily, no, Tomac could have done it himself. It was the fact that he could see every muscle, every tendon flex and shift, tearing his jeans further with such an insignificant fraction of his might that showed the power and precision Andy had over his muscle. It wasn’t just for show. His man, his dominator, his Pride Alpha was a lethal weapon. The fact that he hadn’t accidently killed him with all that power was a testament to how much control he had over all that raw strength.

Thud!

Tomac fell to his knees, the shaking of his legs was too great. That simple show of force was enough to cause him to buckle under the mounting amazingness of his man. Not only that, but the tears in Andy’s jeans revealed peaks of pink, throbbing flesh that kept snaking further and further down his pant leg.

And this was Andy using the reality bending properties of their apartment to compress himself down! In order to cater to many species, some being hyper in size, it was standard that housing came equipped with reality altering engines. So instead of expending resources trying to scale everything up, it was actually more effective to have a standard size with these engines that could help keep people’s size contained. This also helped smaller species as well, making them larger, but Tomac and Andy frequently reversed the polarity of the engine, growing the disparity in their size.

And Tomac had finally finished the coding to remove the size caps on the engines.

Tomac gulped, knowing just how to bring out the beast in his man, trembling at the thought of what Andy would become once his program was fully installed. The little white tiger’s pants were tented, an even darker spot forming on his black jeans where his own impressive cock was leaking through. For only being five feet tall, an eight inch dick was pretty massive, but nothing when compared to the beast throbbing in Andy’s pants.

Andy smirked down at his obedient little runt, the white of Tomac’s fur glowing almost pink with how hot and heavy he was, his blush spreading all over his body as he looked on at the bigger feline’s greatness.

The reality engine got a message from the positioning, a default program being activated when there was a change in body temperature and heartrate. It activated as soon as Tomac gave the signal. It was simple, yet very effective. Tomac cradled Andy’s leg, that thick calf overflowing with power and size, threaded with definition and powerful veins despite being clad in denim and completely relaxed. Tomac brought that foot up, the glorious wide, thick foot in his face now, each glorious toe tipped with razor onyx claws. Then the golden ring shown at him. His wedding ring with the only word he needed to know glinting across it in all caps.

SUBMIT

And Tomac did. He opened his maw, closed his eyes and kissed that ring, like he was paying respect to a mob boss, or more accurately with how religious the moment felt, the pope’s ring. His tongue lulled out as he tenderly traced the letters on that ring with his tongue, memorizing those letters and how they felt before moving onto the toe. It was warm, slightly damp, and held a faint musk. It was like a slick, salty layer of hard work that had been put into those soles, and Tomac would work his Daddy’s stress from them, like a good runt. He wrapped his lips around the big toe of that foot, putting the heel in his lap while one hand worked over the sole, rubbing his thumbs into it while his tongue lulled over that toepad and the claw. His other hand worked between the other four toes, flexing them outward, cracking them, messaging them before his maw popped off the big toe and started to weave his tongue between the others.

The reality engine whirred to life, the rules of their apartment changing. It was almost instantaneous. A warm trickle of energy left Tomac and slipped into his man, the energy curling up his leg, causing it to flex, his toes splaying in pleasure as the little white runt’s body shrank down further.

“Fuck, that’s right, son,” Andy murred, his voice dipping ever so slightly deeper. “Makeout with your fucking husband. Show your daddy some fucking respect and show those working man’s feet the love they deserve.”

“Yeth Daddy,” Tomac’s legs shivered as he felt that sole stretch and thicken, the toe in his maw digging deeper as that sole spread against his thumbs while he worked it over. Cracking the joints deep in the muscle, using all his hand strength to relax his man’s toes. Andy deserved it, it was Tomac’s place as his Daddy’s runt to keep the man of his house relaxed. To be beneath him, to worship and adore this paragon of man from the base up. Andy’s foot continued to flex and expand, each kiss, each lick, every hurried gasp from the smaller kitten sending a trickle of power from him into his man. It was small, it was slow, it was deliberate, but it was steady and only accelerating. Threads popped as the jeans on Andy’s body started to break apart, the tears getting bigger and bigger, revealing more and more muscle, more of his glorious body.

Andy couldn’t hold it back anymore, his pet was just doing too good a job of being so subservient, of showing him he knows his place, that he flexed his dick, his prostate audibly flexing with power as that cock ripped free from its denim prison. It slapped his chest, the tip well above his belly button, the pink fleshy rod covered in angry veins as his knot swelled form his sheath. The helion’s nuts each sloshed out of their confines, the air being tinged with the musk of pure man. Andy’s dick had already been augmented from its sixteen inches to eighteen, that knot a fat ball of meat that rivaled his softball sized nuts.

And still the reality engine syphoned size from Tomac and flowed it into Andy, the helion wasn’t even pulling from his own reserves of size. He just deserved the size more than his runt did. Andy was clearly expanding, already reaching nine feet and Tomac was reduced to a four foot tall pipsqueak, and still the size flowed.

“Yesssss,” Andy growled. “Hand it over, runt! You love pumping up your daddy, don’t you, pet?”

“Uh hugk,” Tomac gaged a bit as the toes in his mouth expanded suddenly, Andy’s pleasure boiling in him causing his body to draw from his own size reserves, expanding outward and upward. The foot in the smaller feline’s lap pushed him further across the carpet, that heel falling further down on the diminishing cat’s body.

Tomac gave a deep moan, his tongue lulling over that foot, his tongue grating against that pad, flicking over those toes. He had shrunk so far that his pants slipped right off him as that foot and leg continued to expand and push him further across the carpet. Tomac’s eyes grew foggy as he was lost in the worship of sucking Andy’s toes, his beastly man’s massive stompers. They were wide, they were strong, they were power incarnate. The idea of those massive feet being the last thing he sees before he’s crushed into oblivion made the little whelp mewl like a kitten, his cock grinding up into that heel . The runt couldn’t control it. His dick might be big compared to his size, but it was a little dicklet compared to that monster fucker that swelled to twenty inches of bitch destroying cock.

Andy couldn’t hold back, his little spec was too good at drawing out his beasty nature. He lifted his foot form his obedient little morsel and stood, his looming size eclipsing the smaller feline in his shadow.

“Present yourself to me, runt! Before you get too small to fuck,” Andy wasn’t trying to yell, his voice was just so strong it was like a forceful order. Tomac gave a light moan as he flipped over onto all fours, his thick hamstrings and ass spread with his tail hiked.

“Yes Sir!” Tomac murred, his cheeks swaying, his tight little hole presented to him. Andy’s golden eyes focused on that purt ring. No matter how hard he fucked it, no matter how many times he drained his nuts into his little runt, he was always tight. The privilege of being big; all holes are tight. He pressed his feet down on either side of his runt, rumbling as he squatted to get his dick in line with that hole. A warm brush of the carpet on his nuts shivered up the massive helion’s spine as he lined his cock head up with that well trained hole. He knew he didn’t need to be gentle, the little pipsqueak had taken bigger than what he was about to sling into him.

“You look downright adorable like that, runt,” Andy murred, licking his chops, putting one hand on the smaller feline’s back, forcing him to arch, his fingers reaching almost the length of Tomac’s torso.

“Please Sir! Stick it in! Fuck this little runt! Fuck Meeeyaaahaahaaa!”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Tinny,” Andy rumbled as he pressed his tapered tip against that entrance, sinking in and gently rolling his hips to work his shaft further. “I’ll fuck you how I wanna fuck. Got that?”

“Yes Sir! Yes Daddy! Oh fuck yeah,” Tomac’s eyes fluttered as he was slowly filled with nearly two feet of cock. He could watch it as that shaft pressed deeper into him, his own abs warping to the shape of that cockhead as Andy sank balls deep. He didn’t ask for permission, he didn’t wait for him to get used to it. Tomac needed to be used to it by now, or he would get split in half making room. There was no slowing down. You went at Andy’s pace, or you got fucked to dust.

Andy slammed forward, his nuts dragging on the carpet before swinging forward and smacking Tomac’s thighs. Andy growled lustfully, biting his bottom lip as he started to roll his hips back and forth, each time his hips met Tomac’s globes with a satisfying smack, rippling those cheeks each time.

“Fuck yeah,” Andy grunted. “You keeping it tight for me? Ha! I know you can’t help but keep it tight when I’m this fucking big. You’re my personal flesh light cum dump!”

“Oh Fuck yes Daddy! I bet you’ve never been in a hole that wasn’t like a fucking VICE! OH Fuck!” Tomac’s claws dug into the rug as that dick sank deep, long strokes to stimulate that shaft, his body a little flesh light for his massive mate, his monstrous daddy!

“Got that right, runt,” Andy rumbled and gripped his little pet’s hips with both hands and fucked down into him, his cock slamming deep. The excessive pre oozing out of Andy’s dick made lube obsolete, the excess welling out of Tomac’s ass, dripping down his thighs and creating strings of slick between those demanding nuts and the smaller runt’s thighs. Tomac’s belly bulged out every time the powerhouse plowing him from behind bottomed out, the reality engine allowing him to stretch to accommodate his monstrous mate. Tomac put his hand on his belly, pressing down and flexing his abs to stimulate that tip. He knew what his Daddy had trained him to do. Just because he’s being railed, doesn’t mean he can’t worship and enhance his pleasure in other ways.

“Shiiiiiiiit,” Andy moaned. “Fuck! You’re milking my tip so good. You’re fucking built to take this dick!”

Andy picked up the pace, his balls slapping harder, his hips smacking Tomac louder as he picked up the pace. All the while, the reality engine hummed, slowly syphoning off more size, his dick digging a bit deeper each time, his hands creeping further across his pet, claws reaching further, his balls brushing more sopping, presoaked carpet.

This was it, the point of pride for Tomac. He kept himself in one spot, his claws digging into the carpet, his hips sliding him back as best he could. He needed to hold the line as he was fucked deeper and deeper, harder and harder. Andy was losing his grip on his size, sliding above ten feet tall as his pet slipped into the three foot range.

It was too much for Tomac, his legs shook from the deep pounding, his hole stimulated beyond all reason. He came. His cock spewed onto the carpet in time with Andy’s thrusts, his seed mixing with the growing slop of Andy’s pre. The smaller cat fell forward, unable to hold the stance any longer.

“Tapping out already? Not on my watch, whore!” Andy smirked, picking his man up, barely needing to use his hands with his dick deep inside the little cat’s guts. It was a swift and fluid motion, Andy slung Tomac around and onto the couch. He gripped one of their legs, Tomac’s little toes still twitching as his orgasm racked him. Andy kept Tomac on his side, his dick sliding deep into that hole as he slammed forward, pulling back on that leg. Andy knelt before that couch, pulling back on Tomac’s leg while thrusting deep. His knot banging at that back door and demanding entry, the massive bulb glistening with a froth of Andy’s pre.

“Oh fuck yeah, slut! I’m going to fucking mark you, breed you, claim you as mine!” Andy snarled, lifting a foot up onto the couch. “You understand, bug! You’re fucking mine!”

Tomac was a drooling mess, his breathing regulated solely by the fact the dick deep inside him was controlling his diaphragm. That cock was plunging deeper than ever before, the outline of his cock showing up along Tomac’s pecs.

“Fuck yes!” Andy adjusted his foot so he was pressing down on the smaller feline’s head as he rammed home, those toes expanding along his shrinking skull as he fucked more size out of him, his knot prying him open. “Fucking YES! Give me all that size! I FUCKING DESERVE IT! NOW TAKE MY NUT!”

Andy slammed forward, his knot squelching deep into that hole, locking them together, that cock bulging out Tomac’s stomach. He kept humping, that cock reshaping Tomac’s entire torso before Andy roared his triumph. The cum pipe of that dick visibly bulged as it gorged itself with seed before throbbing, jostling the smaller feline as the first rope of cum bulged against Tomac’s abdomen. Andy snarled, as he ground his foot against Tomac’s head, his hips claiming his bug as his property as he dumped gallon after gallon into his little cum dump. The details on that two foot plus bitch sticker faded as Andy’s stomach bulged out, ballooning with all that prime essence. Tomac couldn’t say anything as his head was pinned against that growing foot. He just felt full, more full than he ever had before, his body shrinking against that mounting load. He felt a gush shoot up his throat, the obedient slut snapping back to reality as he clamped his mouth shut. He had trained to keep it in! He would!

But Andy’s nut would prove to be stronger. Cum shot from his nose, his maw falling open as a thick, musky jet of cum shot out of maw.

“Oh, hell no!” Andy snarled, opening his toes to let Tomac’s head slip between them before flexing them together, keeping his maw shut as he dumped his seed deep into his property. “Don’t waist another drop.”

This went on for minutes, Tomac’s stomach sloshing further forward, ballooning out until it was as large as him, doubling his size. The reality engine never stopped its size siphoning during that process, Andy reaching twelve feet tall and Tomac an over bloated two foot cum sack.

“Fuck, I think that’s enough for now,” Andy yanked back, his knot shlorking out of that hole with a loud pop! Over three feet of cock slipped from Tomac, and yet still he felt like he was filled to the brim. Despite the volume of cum, only a small trickle escaped that hole. Andy was simply too big and fucked too deep for it all to come gushing out. The big feline then took his pet, flopped him onto the floor like an oversized water balloon before he sat down and put his other foot on top of him.

“There ya go, slut,” Andy rumbled his massive toes flexing in, the sole wrinkling as he did so, those toes pressing into Tomac’s loins as he used his mate’s belly like round ball to crack his sole, the heel pressing down on the little bug’s face. “Don’t say I don’t do anything for ya, Ha!”

Tomac was in pure bliss, his own little dicklet squirting as he made out with that heel. He humped up as best his bloated belly would allow, his dick slipping between powerful, warm toes. This is how most of their nights ended with Andy as some satiated hulking beast and Tomac as an exhausted, subjugated cum sack. Andy murred deeply, his pur like thunder as he gently batted Tomack between his soles like a ball of yarn. The smaller feline’s belly sloshed back and forth as Andy continued to dominate him through his submission. It was a constant rolling of hot soles, warm toes, and desperate tongues. Despite being filled to the brim, Tomac still found ways to lap his own cum up off those toes, kissing them, worshiping his man, his hips humping and grinding between those hot digits whenever he could.

A vibration coming from Tomac’s wrist alerted him that the download was complete. He didn’t even need to turn the program on, it would automatically start up. The lights of the entire apartment complex quivered as so much power was diverted to their reality engine. The floating blue screen in their living room switched from a crackling fireplace to a message in rainbow letters.

“Limit Break!”

“Looks like your program is finished,” Andy rumbled, scratching his thick abs as he continued to absently play with the bloated kitten between his heels. “When’s it supposed to kick in?”

The sound of their reality engine whirring became more like a sports car revving up! A sudden jolt shot through Andy and he couldn’t feel his little runt anymore.

“Pet? Where are you?” Andy looked over his pecs, having to sit up and lean forward to really get a look at the ground.

Andy’s eyes widened for a moment as he marveled at how his two foot pet had shrunk down a single foot. The size syphoning rapidly taking more and shrinking the diminutive white tiger even further, his dwindling size swiftly shifting into the bigger helion, his toes cracking and flexing farther across the carpet.

“Fuck, it works,” Andy rumbled, the reality engine bypassing it’s limitations and taking more and more size. He could feel it. There wasn’t much left to take. Just enough to widen his frame by a small amount, but Andy wasn’t going to be left without.

“Reality settings, increase size output!” Andy growled. He didn’t even know what the size maximum was with this engine, or what it could take, but he wouldn’t be denied his desire. The limit break image surged on the screen before a raw power was injected into Andy’s spine. It was euphoric, it was pleasure incarnate as it burned through his vertebra. It was like liquid hot sunshine was trickling into his nerves, that light pinch of sunburn coupled with the cooling relief of aloe washed over his back and flowed through his body. His heart beat loud and strong as his veins pushed up against his skin, coursing with raw power.

“Yes…YESSS! I FEEL IT! MORE!” Andy’s body shook before he lurched upward, his spine elongating, his tail thrashing out larger and whipping behind him. His muscled ass cheeks widened, thighs cording with muscle, his pecs lunging forward one at a time before crunching together and evening out. His abdominals crunched, bowing out slightly in their effort to hold in that power as it rattled down his arms, each bicep and tricep crunching wetly, tearing, and reforming into massive split peaks that rose above Andy’s head.

“YES! GROW ME YOU FUCKING TOE FLOSS! GIVE ME ALL THE SIZE, ALL THE POWER! GIVE ME THE POWER TO DOMINATE, TO RULE THIS FUCKING WORLD!”

Andy’s voice shook the apartment as his body surged upwards. He quickly passed fifteen feet, his wild mane of fur getting thicker and more lustrous, his claws longer and vicious, his back was like liquid granite, each a tectonic plate demanding more space from the others and widening his bulk in the process.

“NOT ENOUGH! MORE!” Andy snarled, static rippling over his body and popping between his teeth. The power was flowing into him faster than it could manifest, and the engine wasn’t showing any sign of stopping. Andy’s powerful shoulders rammed against the ceiling, the lights flickering as his foot pressed against the far wall, his other bent at the knee as he continued to grow, the ceiling cracking and causing dust to fall down.

“Andy,” Tomac tried to speak up at the growing beast. He himself had dwindled down to a mere half foot and his voice was squeaky compared to the booming thunder of his idol. “You’ll overload the system! Slow down—mmm!”

Tomac was silenced as Andy’s foot came down on Tomac. Not hard enough to crush the little bug, but enough to silence him.

“Did I say you could speak?!” Andy snarled. “Now witness the growth of my sole you fuck speck and revel in my GREATNESS! MORE!” Andy flexed his arms, the peaks blasting up above his head and smashing the ceiling apart as he sat up, his head crashing into the apartment above him, his neck quickly widening the hole as it lashed on more muscle. Cement and rebar tore away as Andy grew , not paying attention to anything besides the pleasure and his little speck.

Tomac let his warning fall on deaf ears. There was nothing that could stop Andy at this point, and he wasn’t about to cross the idol of his worship. Instead, the smaller Hrothgar was surrounded by hot helion foot, his body completely eclipsed by only a couple toes, the digits flexing, expanding, until only the one large toe was needed as he felt the pads expand, flex, Andy’s sole wrinkling before he’d fan his toes, the sound of cracking bone and grinding flesh filling the air as those feet expanded outward.

Andy didn’t see, nor care, that the screen was flashing warning signs. He simply kicked his foot out the window, the screen shattering as the apartment fought to keep him contained in the reality he had made, but with the containment being breached, it was sputtering like an old jalopy.

Andy could feel the power of the engine waning, his body surpassing twenty two feet. He couldn’t handle it anymore and stood. He stood up and out of the apartment, the wall falling away as he emerged. Dust, debris, and broken glass showered down as Andy stood in the street. He was still growing, even though the engine had completely stopped, broken and melted from overheating.

“Fuck yes! Now that’s more like it,” Andy growled, rolling his shoulders, the literal wrecking ball sized shoulders cracked before lurching larger. Andy was almost as wide as he was tall, his body massive, powerful, and unstoppable. He took a deep breath before flexing into a most muscular and letting out an intimidating roar. Waves of sound shook the buildings around him, the glass cracking as his body pushed through one last surge of growth until he was an even twenty four feet. It was an announcement, a proclamation of his ownership of this city. As he stood back up, his muscles continued to shift, his body becoming pure aesthetic, his eyes piercing yellow that glowed and sparked with unbridled power. Even just shifting weight from one foot to the other caused the earth to groan and fill the air with the strain of powerful muscle.

Andy gave a cocky smirk, his fangs glistening in the dying sun. He put his hands on his hips, a feat made almost impossible with his lats pushing into his arms. He then pushed his hips forward, the last of that power manifesting in his manhood. His cock had sprung back to full attention, the ten foot behemoth of a cock stood proud before him, each of his balls were larger than wrecking balls, each one could fill one of Andy’s own hands and still have some room.

“Now, where is my bug,” Andy grumbled, his ears twitching as he shook off the debris form his body. Instantly his mind honed in on his little bug, a surprise feature he was sure the doing of the little bug. He smirked and lifted his leg, plucking a speck off of his shin and putting it in the palm of his hand. “There you are my little bug, though, you’re more of a fuck spec than you ever were before.”

“Oh fuck D-D-Daddy, holy fucking shit it worked,” Tomac was covered in dust, his body no larger than an inch in the palm of the twenty four foot god. His cum belly had shrunk down, the engine having sucked any mass it could back into Andy.

“I’m not your daddy anymore you fuck speck runt,” Andy smirked, his eyes glowing. “I’m your fucking God. Say it!”

“Yes! Yes you’re my God,” Tomac fell to his knees and started licking Andy’s palm.

“Oh fuck, that feels amazing,” Andy murred, the sensation was like he was truly being kissed on his palm while getting his dick stroked. “Another of your little surprises?”

“Yes my God!” Tomac looked up. “The Limit Break allows you to still feel me as though I were large enough to serve you, while still showing you the respect you deserve by keeping me in my current size.”

“Good little speck,” Andy murred, his thumb claw coming to pet his little speck, the sharp claw was more blunt at Tomac’s size, gently petting him.

“You don’t need to be gentle with me, my God,” Tomac purred, his tail flicking behind him. “I’m your devoted little bug! You can’t kill me unless you want to. Another aspect of the Limit Break is that your loyal speck cannot be destroyed, at least by accident.”

“Shit, for real?” Andy smirked before snapping his fist closed, his muscles flexing, his fingers digging into his palm as he crushed Tomac, only to open his palm and see that he was unharmed. For the little speck, it was like being pinned by hot, musky walls of pure man.

“See! All for your amusement my God,” Tomac shuddered. “I have a few more things that I programmed too that we can play with.”

“Sure thing, but first, let’s find a proper throne you can worship me on,” Andy placed his speck on his shoulder. “And I think I know just the place.”

At first Andy was walking around cars and traffic, but then Tomac spoke up.

“Why are you avoiding them my God?” Tomac murred as he kissed and worshiped along a powerful deltoid. “Shouldn’t they get out of your way? Wouldn’t it be an honor for them to be crushed beneath your heel?”

A dark shiver rolled up Andy’s spine. He started walking directly, not caring what or who he stepped on.

“They are all beneath you,” Tomac continued. “We are all beneath you. Inconsequential. If they are smart they would get out of your way and serve you.”

Andy’s foot slammed down on a few moving vehicles, crushing them along with their passengers, his feet making the ground rumble. He came to the city center, a large blue teleporter crystal floating amongst several gold platforms.

Andy simply balled up his fist and slammed it right into the teleporter crystal. It tried to repel him at first, but failed, that massive fist of Hrothgar might colliding with it and shattering the teleporter. Hundreds of people getting stuck mid teleport where they would be lost forever. Andy simply needed the chair more than they needed their lives. That thought made the helion’s cock bounce, shooting a thick wad of pre. Once the crystal was gone, he simply rearranged the floating golden platforms into a throne that he sat upon.

“Good, now get to work, Runt,” Andy emphasized that with a snort, a duo of hot streams coming from his nose as he brushed the devil from his shoulder, the spec tumbling down into the beastly feline’s musky pubic fur.

Tomac smirked, finally getting to show Andy his big surprise. He held up his wrist, his bracelet with its small engine materia still accommodated to his size. He twisted his wrist and then snapped his fingers. Energy crackled, pulling form the mana around them to form a dozen duplicate Tomacs, only for more energy to ripple and make more of them.

“What? Am I going crazy or—ohh FUuuuuuuck yesss…” Andy thought for sure he was going crazy, that the size had done something to his head, but as soon as the first wave of Tomac’s started worshiping and making out with his knot, he didn’t care anymore. It was like there were a dozen little runts fighting over the right to suck his knot! Then another wave rolled up his cock, and then another and another. Each wave duplicating more and more Tomacs, more and more worshipers, more and more specks to pay homage to their god.

Soon, every part of his cock was consumed in the sensation of several maws drooling and licking over it. Andy lifted a hand to stroke his cock, but before he could, he heard another voice on his shoulder, one of the clones coming to speak in his ear.

“Please my God, simply relax. Let us please you! Please my God. Let us be of worth to you as the little fuck specs we are. Just lay back, we’ll do all the work.”

“Fuuck yeah, that’s right! Fucking worship your god! I shouldn’t have to use my hands ever again. Should I, little speck?”

“Never! If you ever do, we shall consider it a cardinal sin! A holy crime punishable by death.”

“Death?” Andy smirked, lifting his arms and putting them behind his head as he leaned into the floating platforms. “And how should I kill these undutiful ingrates?”

“However you wish, my God,” The speck spoke, just then each of his nipples were covered in rings of little specks, each licking, nibbling, and humping into those large, juicy nubs to stimulate them, and tugging on his golden nipple piercings. “Would you desire a taste? We deserve your wrath for how long it’s taking us to please you.”

“You’re right,” Andy rumbled, gently rolling his hips into the orgy on his cock before he put his palm out. “This feels amazing, but fuck you little shits for taking so fucking long to get this size problem corrected. Fill my hand with your pathetic ilk.”

A few snaps and his entire hand was covered with hundreds of Tomacs, each one bowing before him.

“Fuck yeah, bottoms up my little morsels,” Andy rumbled, moving his hand up to his muzzle and licking it. The sensation of hundreds of men on his tongue filled his maw. He started to drool, the thick globs of it sloshing the tinny Tomacs about, getting stuck in his teeth as he slapped them around with his powerful tongue. Even facing imminent death, they still worshiped, kissing and humping Andy’s taste buds and filling it with their flavor. It smelled of his man, his little morsel, his fuck speck. He couldn’t help it, Andy rolled them back to his throat and swallowed, feeling them fall deep into his body, his stomach rumbling as it accepted their offering.

All while Andy enjoyed his snack, more of those dutiful paws were working over his muscles, tirelessly messaging each muscle fiber, relaxing any tension out of Andy’s body. His shoulders were relieved, his scalp was messaged as he heard them all working, worshiping, and losing themselves in the pleasure of serving his greatness. Andy closed his eyes, resisting the urge to flex his toes and crush some worshipers.

“Why do you resist my God? Go ahead, crush them between your toes. We are nothing but fodder for your pleasure, fuel for your amusement, morsels who live to serve.”

“Fuck yeah you are! Know your place you insects!” Andy flexed his toes, his soles wrinkling from the exertion as several dozen specks were crushed between Andy’s toes, reduced to specks of red that the other’s quickly cleaned and continued to worship. It was like stomping on a bus and knowing he had snuffed out dozens of lives effortlessly, then having the survivors fall in love with his digits, devote themselves to worshiping them despite the fact they could end them on a whim.

“And why not? There will be more, my God,” Tomac’s voice was shuddering, his own hundreds of cocks coursing with pleasure, each one another layer of euphoria getting ready to bust as he devoted himself to his god.

It was like each toe was being sucked by several tongues, each sole worked over by skillful hands, each nipple and it’s piercing tweaked worshiped and sucked, each pit being sniffed and licked by needy little runts!

It was other worldly. Andy truly was a God in that moment. The pleasure rolling up his nuts as they were tirelessly suckled, the bolts of worship dripping down his cock, the throbbing need to tie filling his knot as his fur stood on end.

“That’s right! Worship me! Please me you fuck specks! HARDER!” Andy was snarling orders, his cock growing darker as it gorged itself on blood. “Work my fucking knot! Suck my fucking nipples! HARDER!”

The Tomac army started working double time. The nipples being tweaked, the golden barbells being pulled on. Several new rows of Tomacs formed around the base of his knot, interlocking hands and pulling together, the feeling like a sphincter stimulating a tie. They humped forward, making out as they flexed against the heartbeats of that powerful knot.

“YES! I’M ALMOST THERE! MORE! YOUR FUCKING GOD DEMANDS IT!” Andy roared, his pleasure reaching greater heights than he thought possible. His prostate grew tighter and tighter, the pleasure coiling and getting ready to launch.

Tomac formed three more rings of himself around that knot and they all squeezed hard.

It was like fucking someone riding his dick and getting sucked off simultaneously. Every part of his body was being worshiped, idolized, messaged, or sucked. It was too much. Andy was thrown over the edge!

Andy threw back his head and roared, several Tomac’s flying from his fangs as his pleasure peaked. His balls drew up, each one churning with metric tons of cum. His cock pulsed and twitched before the cum pipe distended, the tapered tip gorging itself before a powerful rope of cum shot forth with the force of a cannon! Cum blasted forward in tar like ropes, the compounded virility causing it to be extra thick, globing on people and weighing them down with its heft.

Shot after shot poured forward, each one dousing the square with more of Andy’s essence as the army of Tomacs never stopped their worshiping. They were thrown from his cock as it lurched, crushed between his toes as he flexed them, Gnashed in his teeth as he snarled, they eagerly laid down their lives for his nut. For their God’s pleasure. Tomac came, his man’s effortless destruction with his orgasm sending himself over the edge, the feeling of cumming a hundred times over was still only a fraction of the pleasure Andy was feeling.

It was nearly an hour before it slowed down, and Andy was dreading it. Usually he felt bad after his post nut clarity, but he was pleasantly surprised that he didn’t feel bad at all about the destruction and casual loss of life. Tomac was right, they were inconsequential. Why should a God give a shit about the bugs he squashes.

“So,” Andy groaned, relaxing back into the worship. “How long does this Limit Break last?”

“That’s the thing I was trying to tell you,” Tomac was gasping breathlessly in Andy’s ear. “The size programming only works in a proper reality engine. You melted the only one that could.”

“In common speak, speck!” Andy snarled.

“You broke it, so we’re stuck like this until someone builds an apartment that can house us both and duplicate my programming.”

Andy thought about that and grinned darkly.

“So, no one can stop me then,” Andy rumbled. “Get ready for a whole new fucking world order, Fuck Speck! You’re looking at the new fucking God of this world.”

“Oh fuck yes,” Tomac moaned, grinding his cock down into his God’s fur. “Whatever you want my God.”

“Good, you know your place,” Andy glared out at the vulnerable city. “Soon they will too. Either on their knees, or stains on my soles. They will learn.”

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