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A medieval land, populated only by men, each birthed by their King, fully grown – until a power-hungry villain finds an artifact that allows him to impregnate, indoctrinate and fatten other men with his own seed. In time, his ability to reproduce and conquer outpaces the King’s.
CHAPTER 01
Centuries ago, in a far corner of the world, sat an ancient continent, entrenched with flowing rivers and sun-soaked fields to the South, marred by wild topography and snowy tundras to the North. The land was inhabited by a race of men, isolated on their Earth by the vast expanse of choppy waters that surrounded their country in every direction. They thrived in their society for millennia until a cataclysmic corruption swept their homes.
Four major castes existed in the land of Viriliatlas. Noblemen, scholars, warriors and farmers. The noblemen held office as politicians and dictated legislation over small, local matters. The scholars advanced technologies as researchers or taught the noblemen as their professors. The warriors acted as peacekeepers, enforcing the law and guarding the walls of the most important in society. The farmers were the most numerous, tending the land and feeding it’s people. On top of it all, was their King, Adam.
Adam lived in a magnificent palace, carved out of the Earth atop a tall peak in the South, overlooking the delta of a major river as it spilt violently into the ocean, adorned with rare materials from all over the land. Legend held that Adam was alive when the Earth formed and that he would continue on as long as the Sun burned. He was not just their King, but their creator too.
Whether nobleman or farmer, dark-skinned or fair, blond or brunette, strong-jawed or narrow-chinned, the men all held common characteristics. They were tall, at least six feet each, and they were muscled like Herculean athletes. Every inch of skin was taught over the peaks and valleys of their impressive physiques. Slabs of agile meat, statuesque, standing strong on large and beefy feet. Their King was the biggest of them all.
Adam stood over eight feet tall, massive hands and feet, a wide, squared-off face with a hooked nose. Wide shoulders cascaded into python arms. Round and solid hips into tree trunk legs. Several hundred pounds of solid muscle sitting in the royal throne.
On a typical day, a farmer stood in line with two scholars and a handful of warriors. It was each their birthdays and they were waiting under armed guard outside the royal throne room. The farmer was beckoned in and his stomach filled with excited butterflies. A great honor, and a great pleasure, they were each granted on their birthdate.
The royal throne was more a royal lounge. Solid oak and steel in construction with grandiose embellishments, padded in layers of fine wool that were draped in luxurious textiles. The lounging seat scooped up on either side at the feet like stirrups. Laying on his back, naked in all his glory and feet up to expose his wet hole was the King, wiggling his toes and spreading his cheeks with his hands with an alluring expression glossed over his face.
The farmer took a deep, nervous breath and approached the King before pulling out his cock, stiff and throbbing, aching to spend it’s load. He entered the giant of a man, who moaned deep and loud, then pumped his hips, quickly into a crescendo until he let out a roar and climaxed, spraying his seed into the King’s belly. Still clinging to the King’s meaty calves, the farmer caught his breath and withdrew his cock before kissing the soles of the King’s feet and walking to the side of the room to wait.
As divine as the King’s ass felt and as lustful as the farmer was for his body, what came next is the part everyone grew excited for as their birthday approached. For the first quarter of an hour, not much appeared to be happening, though the King moaned a bit, squirming in his chair and rubbing his abdomen. Thirty minutes in, he was appearing quite bloated, gripping a round watermelon gut in his two hands. Another fifteen minutes later and the King was writhing about, grunting and groaning as his hands furiously massaged and explored the skin stretching over a huge, round belly nearly half the size of the rest of his body. As the last minute drained down before an hour struck, the King was groaning at the volume of a loud roar, his guts now an absolutely freakish size. The hour struck and a great wind caught in his chest as he suddenly bore down, straining furiously a moment, then heaving an extraordinary exhale as his hole suddenly dilated. It expanded rapidly while a head emerged, followed swiftly by the mature, masculine and muscled body of his many citizens.
The King rested, panting, as the farmer and his new progeny were escorted out of the throne room by the King’s Guard. The next man waiting in the hall perked up excitedly at the sight of the farmer’s spawn and gesture of the guard motioning that he was next. Eight new men were birthed that day, contributing that much more to the King’s already impressive kingdom of Titan-like men.
CHAPTER 02
In the far North, a man struggled to secure an extra layer of warm clothing around his torso, his hands shivering and near frost-bitten by the falling snow. Maximus finally convinced his fingers to form the knot and ventures further on, entering the mouth of a cave, where the space of shelter allowed him opportunity to spark a fire. Once warmed, he lit a torch and started down the passageway at the cave’s rear. A left at the first fork, them a right at the next. Staying center the room opened up to avoid the ragged pitfalls. Meeting a blank wall, he ran his fingers over the stone until he found a divet into which he could force a metallic rod. The mechanism it engaged slowly creaked open a door in the stone and he stepped inside to a small room with a table and chest, both carved into with intricate designs.
Also an ambitious man, Maximus had been before two decades ago to another scholar of high standing. He spent his early years studying an array of subjects like any of the educated men, but his focus, once captured, rarely strayed from the arcane as his years progressed. His studies had led him here, to a hidden hole in the edge of the Earth, where a treasure had been left far before anyone alive could remember, even through oral traditions.
When he snatched the small chest and opened it’s latch, there was no rumbling off the Earth or trap having been activated. The artifact inside was totally unprotected. A gem in a deep shade of green shone brilliantly even in the dim light of Max’s flame. It was smaller than his thumb but it’s power was immense in his palm. He untied the drawstring around his pants, bent forward and shoved the stone deep into his own ass, shuddering at it’s cold surface.
In a moment, he felt it absorb into his guts and a gurgling bubbled inside of him with gathering speed and intensity. He groaned as he stared down at his body, then a grin lit up his face when he watched his flaccid cock grew twice its size. His balls filled in round and juicy like two plums. His shaft grew stiff and the head leaked as it throbbed, nearly a foot long with impressive girth. Max lusted to make use of it and to enact his plan.
As he raised his pants to resecure them around his waist, the bubbling seemed to expand. Max belched and held his stomach, a confused stare lost in the dark. He dropped his torch and the light of it’s flame licked the walls. His shadow danced in the light, the figure it mimicked bent forward and squirming about while his screams echoed off the stone. Suddenly, the black shadow grew, larger and rounder, the man’s screams becoming less pained and more terrified. When the transformation was complete, he fell to the ground, huffing and puffing as he caught his breath.
When Maximus stood, it was with great struggle under the immensity of his new weight. The slabs of muscle remained, but on top, a great obesity had blossomed. Fat covered every inch in a thick layer. His belly was wide and rotund, hanging far forward in a near perfect ball, over his lap. Two massive tits, with their masculine shape preserved, rested on top of the belly. A forest of dark hair had bloomed all across his skin, covering his formerly smooth body and jaw. His mind raced as he stared at his new hands in the flickering light. Then he remembered his resolve, accepted the price and picked up his torch before walking back to the mouth of the cave.
CHAPTER 03
In a cozy cottage, refuge from the harsh winter storm outside, Rodan sat on a small stool over the hearth and warmed himself by the wood stove. He had just finished a bowl of warm soup using some of the meat had frozen and herbs that were dried and stored from the warm season. There weren’t many people around this far North, as Rodan preferred it, but the work was still important to be done up here. Most of the kingdom’s iron was mined and exported from small encampments in the North before being smelted and used for crafting in the far more populated South. as Rodan stood to wipe his bowl and put it away, he heard a sharp knock on the door that startled him.
Cautiously, he approached the door and opened a small hatch at eye level that allowed him to peek outside. He heard a man begging for his life, pleading for a warm room to survive until morning brought back the sun. The voice offered coin for the safety of his shelter. The storm made visability challenging, but the sillhouette of the man appeared strangely wide. Most men Rodan had ever met were built the same, even if their appearance otherwise greatly differed. In his kindness, he grunted, closed the hatch and unlocked the door, beckoning the man inside.
Rodan had most certainly never seen a man like this before. The man looked wild, covered in hair and fat. His obesity was shocking, the gluttony it must have required, unthinkable. Rodan nearly scoffed in disgust before catching himself and disdainfully offering the man a warm tea. With Rodan turning to fetch a cup, the room shook as the large man sat down with a crash to the floor.
For a few hours, the men hardly spoke. They sipped their tea and listened to the wind roar, to the snow as it peltted the windows. Wishing to be rid of the night, Rodan pulled out a bottle of moon shine and added it to his tea before offering the same to the strange man, who accepted the offer. As the pair loosened up, they chatted a bit more. The other man was a scholar, far from home out here in search of an ancient artifact. Rodan thought it odd he might share was sounded like an important mission.
When the bottle was drained, the two men swayed in their seats, smiling and chuckling as they cracked wise and told stories. The man’s name was Max, and the more they spoke, the more Rodan was impressed by his charisma, his presence. He even ventured toward intrigued to explore a man’s body that so differed from any previous conquest. Sensing this, Max loosened his waist and unsheathed his new cock to the widening eyes of Rodan, who licked his lips and crawled over on hands and knees before submitting himself to taste the stranger’s impressive cock.
Before long, Rodan was pinned beneath the massive weight of the stranger’s body, feeling a thrill in his captivity. Both skin to skin, sharing heat, his hole was unprotected as Max approached it with his cock head, which leaked enough to thoroughly lube Rodan’s hole. Teasing at first, then slowly prying open, Rodan was suddenly full to the brim with cock, the biggest of his life. Safely inside, fully stretched and fully taken, he whispered for Max to fuck him and Max obliged with vigor.
Over the course of the next half hour, Max enjoyed the power and virility he had acquired with a deep power lust. The incredible pressure and intense thrust filling his colon and ramming his prostate, Rodan came every few minutes, almost crying from the pleasure and increasing sensitivity each time. When finally Rodan heard Max roar and thrust once more, deep and aggressively, he felt his full weight collapse on top of him, almost suffocating him. Max then rolled off to the floor on one side, letting his long cock slither out from Rodan’s now-gaping and sticky wet, leaking hole. The pair spooned by the fire, Rodan curled up between Max’s arms turned to face each other so he could fold around Max’s massive belly.
Through the haze of the liquor and the need for a post-coital nap, Rodan’s vision flickered in and out of sleep. He woke to a feeling of pressure in his guts and a foreign feeling where his belly pressed up against Max’s. It felt too distant. He peered down and soaked in the sight of a round gut, bigger than a pumpkin, the skin smoothed out and pressing into Max’s. Senses returning, he began to panic, awaking Max who spotted the belly with rapt attention. His eyes went wide, his smile widened and a gleeful spirit grew in his chest. Then seeing Rodan panic, he lunged to hold onto him and to soothe his worry.
The storm was too severe to leave the cabin, so Max fetched Rodan water and a damp cloth. He held the man and rubbed his belly to help it stretch. All the while, his belly grew fast enough to watch it gradually inflate. It ballooned comically large, then obscured Rodan’s vision, growing large enough to hang over his chest and upper thighs. As the hour since Max’s seed was down approached, Rodan feared he would split open, the pressure was so immense, his skin so stretched, his belly so enormous. Sixty minutes struck and Rodan let out a wail followed by a serious of rapid,shallow breaths, punctuated by bouts of intense straining.
Max wrenched Rodan’s legs apart and pried his hole open with his fingers. A head approached, then emerged. He had Max’s nose but Rodan’s eyes. When his wide shoulders met Rodan’s hole, a problem emerged. Screaming and straining as hard as he could, Rodan pushed the man out bit by bit. By the time his chest passed, Rodan was exhausted but determined. He feared he would break in two but managed to dilate wide enough to pass the remainder of the man. His hole was wide enough to climb back into, slowly closing as he gasped for breath and collapsed, exhausted.
The man that had emerged was the spawn of both Rodan and Max, but like Max, his impressive muscles were buried in a thick layer of fat. His obesity rivaled Max’s own, as did the density of his beard and body hair. Rodan stared in shock and horror, babbling out incoherent mutters, then asking Max how he had done that. Only the King could be impregnated, after all. Max merely smiled and informed him that the artifact he had earlier mentioned was indeed found. Max then laid back to the ground and climbed on top of an exhausted Rodan.
Rodan pleaded only for a moment before Max’s cock infiltrated his hole again and the pleasure that filled him melted away his mind. When Max came this time and stood, Rodan was soaked in his own cum. They both knew what to expect this time and waited anxiously for it to occur. When Rodan gave birth, it was easier this time. Then even easier the third time. Each time, he grew more addicted to the pleasure of the sex and to the idea of hosting his master’s children. He begged for more loads all throughout the night until the storm passed the following morning and the small cabin was filled with giant, bear-like men, all eager and ready to follow their King.
Seeing all his progeny, Max felt both pride and power. Their gruff voices made his chest feel funny too. He grunted while he felt his nipples tingle and become puffy, swollen. The skin on his pecs stretched as they swelled and his nipples widened. Needing release, Max eyed Rodan, who stared back, desparate to please. He grabbed Rodan by the hair and pulled him in close to one nipple.
The musk was intoxicating. Rodan latched on hungrily and soon a sweet milk was flowing down his throat. Drinking greedily and suckling hard, it overflowed down his cheeks and down his chest. It was addicting, overwhelming Rodan’s mind. When the first tit drained, he quickly latched onto the next, unaware of his own body that was ballooning with new fat. He drained the second tit and collapsed back on his ass. It felt strange with it’s new padding and when he studied his hands, his eyes soon traveled the rest of his body. Still muscled, but now as hairy and as obese as the rest of them, Rodan was bonded to Max and ready to serve.
CHAPTER 04
In a small village, situated on a pond, long frozen by the winter air, half a dozen men made their living fishing through the ice and exporting them South by way of a passing caravan that collected every few weeks. One man and five of the men he had produced with the King, all working dutifully, day in and day out. They had constructed a sizeable building from logs for themselves to share heat and resources in the unforgiving landscape. Enough room for each to have a small bedroom, with a common area and a kitchen for their stove and table.
Aside from the caravan, and the wildlife, which remained scarce in these conditions, the men weren’t used to seeing others. At the conclusion of another long day, bellies full of warm fish stew, they said their good nights and wandered into bed for a deep sleep. A few hours in, they each awoke to the sight of two or three huge men hovering over them. They struggled valiantly but were pinned down, unable to move and separated from one another.
From down the hall, the group’s father heard one of his son’s grunting and groaning turn to high-pitched whines and moans, rapidly reaching a crescendo as a loud thumping increased it’s tempo. At first pained and panicked, the cries grew lustful and passionate. He heard his son beg for more of some man’s python cock before roaring out in orgasm in concert with an unfamiliar voice. Silence followed, heavy panting just audible in the distance. Then footsteps and a door before another son cried out in protest before being spread open and invaded.
More moans, another orgasm and onto the next room. Then the next. The last one next to his. Then finally the father’s turn was up. Maximus burst into the room with a beastly cock pointed straight at the fisherman. The men held him down as he struggled until Max pried him open too, pain quickly melting away into exquisite pleasure.
While they fucked, the man could hear the first of his sons moaning again, yelping about his belly and how large it had grown, the incredible pressure he was feeling. Max took his time with this one, ramming load after load out of the fisherman while listening to each of the sons grow, moan, strain and finally scream through the birth of five more giants. Then he creampied the father’s guts and left him to feed the others from his tits. The five sons drank greedily and fattened up, soft, doughy and enormous in a matter of minutes.
Max returned once more to the father’s room, where the man was three quarters into his gestation period, already looking like he’d been attached to an air pump that inflated his belly as big as the rest of him. He strolled over to the fisherman, who lay there panting and sweating and holding his huge belly, and brought his chest down to the man’s face. The musk was irresistible and the fisherman latched right on, suckling until he too was covered in hair and plumped to obesity. His bed creaked and finally snapped beneath all the weight. Then the hour struck and the fat giant’s feet were behind his head as he tried to open himself enough to give birth, belly nearly reaching the ceiling.
In the coming days, Maximus fucked his growing harem of giant, muscled fat men relentlessly until the cabin was filled up with several dozen men. He then plotted his next course. They gathered supplies and headed off as soon as the weather next permitted.
CHAPTER 05
On the horizon, with a calm wind leaving the snow settled and the visibility clear, stood an impressive cliff face that naturally smoothened and formed a concave wall between mountainous peaks. Etched into the Earth were the chambers of many students and extending a few hundred meters in front of the cliff face stood a contiguous building made of cobblestone nearly fifty feet high. The building was a university, tucked away from most of the world, well-guarded from wildlife by it’s singular chokepoint at the entrance. It was otherwise unguarded, however, as the students had no human interactions from which they might fear their safety.
Maximus directed his party into two camps and directed them to travel the forest edging on either sideuntil they were out of sight to the building’s watch towers. They would then push forward to cross the open tundra and await each other’s signal that they were in place. The East flank released their arrows at the watchtower’s, leading them to sound the alarm and gather their few warriors to chase them off, successfully leading them away from the building. The West flank waited and then charged the door, sealing it behind themselves and infiltrating the building.
Having fled to their Chambers, the students were no where to be found as the group swept the building’s halls and classrooms. Several of the men blocked off the staircases to the bed chambers and the rest marched through the halls, breaking down one door after another. Max entered the first room, tongued the pinned down scholar’s ass and then shoved his cock inside. Just like the others, any pain or protest was gone within the first few thrusts, replaced by an insatiable hunger that only Max’s cock could feed. He fucked in his load, fed the man from his tits until he grew monstrously fat and then walked out with his men, locking the door behind themselves and moving on to the next room.
It took hours, but the nearly 100 hundred students attending the university were dutifully stuffed with cock, filled with cum and ultra-fattening milk and left to grow their guts round and enormous until another quarter ton man emerged from their overstretched holes. The bellowing cries of the men filled the air and echoed off the stone walls all night. In the morning, almost 200 men were newly indoctrinated and added to the New King’s forces.
Their quarters were large enough to allow expansion for the next couple weeks. Max kept himself busy fucking the men, each one, for hours on end until they filled the halls here too and he studied his maps to strategize his next move. A few days into their stay, a group of the former scholars recalled a secret passage through the mountain that opened through a door in one of the kitchen’s pantries. They sealed it, but with so many new men around, they could not recall if anyone was missing, nor did they wish to upset their master.
CHAPTER 06
He carried a loaf of bread in his tunic and shielded himself from the cold with sheets, grabbed out of haste before escaping through the hatch in the pantry. A lone scholar had managed to escape when the seige began on their university and was traveling South along the King’s road to bring word. He encountered a small town near the North’s edge, where the winters were mild, before collapsing. He was houses and fed until he had the strength to speak and share his story with the townsfolk.
His story was rightfully unbelievable, but his impassioned insistence drove the town’s leader to send word, albeit reluctantly to the crown out of precaution. His letter sent an apology for the odd news, assuring the capitol that his information was unverified, but that a group of enormous men, fatter than anyone had ever seen, had attacked the university. Hesitating, but deciding to include it, he next made note of the strangest bit. Before escaping, the scholar had attempted to locate any of his friends. From one of the halls near the bed chamber staircases, he could hear one of the men screaming about his belly, how big it was growing, how he could feel something growing inside. At the conclusion of a great deal of straining and screaming, a cacophony of sticky noises and loud thumping rang out, before he heard some of the invaders comment on another successful birth.
The letter was unsettling when read by the King’s advisers. Unsure of it’s validity, they sent a small squadron of elite guards to investigate. No one had ever heard of a man becoming pregnant other than King Adam. If someone had emerged with a power of fertility to impregnate other men, they could shift power from the capitol. The squadron was ordered to send word regularly as they made their trip to find out more.
When two weeks passed without news from the town, the King’s advisers grew concerned. Messages from their elite guard had stopped coming the past few days. Rather than sending another to go after them, they summoned three scouts to ride on horseback. They were instructed to approach the town from a nearby elevation, where they could observe through telescope from afar. Once they gleaned the state of the town they were to ride straight back and give a report before the council decided to inform the King and request the use of an army battalion.
Traveling light, the scouts returned in a bit over a week’s time with grave news. The town was nestled in a narrow valley with an easily defensible border to the North, where treacherous terrain and weather made the approach foolish to begin with. From the South, an enormous barricade had been erected. From the amount of cleared forest nearby and the smoke signaling activity within the town, there appeared to be a great number of men inside. Once informed, the King sent an immediate order for one of the more Northern cities to send a battalion of soldiers to clear the barricade and retrieve the invaders for the capitol.
CHAPTER 07
Meanwhile, in the town, every man was hard at work. Every day, on a rotation, men were brought into a grand dining hall that had been converted into a makeshift throne room. A large and lounging chair, like that of King Adams’s, albeit less ornate, sat at the head of the room. Obedient and faithful Rodan sat by Max’s side all day, feeding him constantly with fruits, sweet meats and beer.
Maximus wore a fur coat with a wool lining that hung down to his hips, a crown fashioned out of antlers and nothing else. His bare and hairy chest and belly, large and pillowy, protruded from the clothing. A wide ass, massive, meaty legs and big, beefy feet were sprawled out down the chair. His cock was loose for all to see, inhumanly large, constantly hard and throbbing. Down either wall of the hall were rows of hay that were piled up for men to lie comfortably on.
Each hour, Max could average about 10 or 15 loads, a seemingly unending supply of seed perpetually replenishing inside of his grapefruit balls. The fishermen, the college scholars and now the townfolk were all massively fattened off of Max’s tit and completely subservient. They looked forward to their turn when their days arrived. Waiting outside in line by the hour to maintain efficiency, they entered one by one, bowed and kissed their master’s gluttonous feet before saddling open their legs and hovering themselves above his massive cock.
No lube was required; Max was always leaking plenty of precum and the men’s hole grew moist in anticipation from the moment they even stood in line. They would squat and plunge themselves with Max’s cock, screaming in ecstasy as it filled them, hard and dense meat stretching their guts. In a few minutes time, they would cum with their master, thank him, steal a passionate kiss and waddle over to one of the stacks of hay. There, they waited, happily rubbing their bellies and awaiting the growth of the seed inside of them. At any one time, there were a dozen or two men in various stages of ballooning bellies until their guts reached a size big enough to hold another full grown, gigantic man. Their chorus of screams, strains and grunts punctuated by the sloppy, sticking sounds of giving birth all day long. Finished, they rested and were fed for another hour before being sent back to their posts to resume their productivity for the hive.
When a group of soldiers adorned in golden armor appeared at the town’s edge, days after the last of the barricades had been erected, the gate was opened for them under the guise of the town’s friendly relation, but an ambush awaited them and they were brought before Maximus. Instantly recognizing the guild of the crown, Max felt a certain glee at the opportunity to transform men so close to the King already. In their bondage, the King’s guards were kept in their golden suits, kneeling in a line as Maximus approached the first of them, in that same crown and fur coat. He wrapped a fat hand around the first one’s throat and wrenched his face up so that his eyes stared forward at Max’s wide chest.
Even before approaching, Max’s musk made the soldiers head spin. The nipple graced his lips and his tongue instinctually jammed forward to taste it. Needing more, he latched on and suckled while running his tongue around in circles until sweet milk flooded his mouth and throat. Max moved down the line, feeding each of them in quick succession, a maniacal grin on his face.
Then they were thrown into their own cells and left to grow. Groans filled the air; the guards stared at one another through the bars of their cell doors. The men watched one another’s faces, twisted by terror and immense straining, as their cheeks grew puffy, their jaws widened before losing shape, their chins doubled then tripled, their temples thickened, fat forming and ballooning beneath their skin until the expressions were until almost unrecognizable to one another.
Their bodies were growing too, inflating with new fat, a pound each second. Their flesh grew doughy and ballooned until it slammed against the metal of their armor. Jammed inside, they grunted and moaned but could not pull the armor off. A tremendous pressure was building, metal creaking loudly, reaching a crescendo along with their bellowing cries. The abdominal plate of the suit popped forward, round and protruding while the joints between each plate bent and warped. Feeling ready to pop themselves, the men nearly passed out in exhaustion when finally they began bursting through their suits. Each one, erupting with a boom like a cannon and then flesh puffing out from between the ripped open pieces like rising dough. Still panicked by their continued expansion into extreme obesity, they at least rejoiced their relief from the confinement and wrenched the scraps of metal off their bodies, leaving them naked and enormous on the cold cell floors.
One of the men’s armor, after fracturing, had sent a segment of metal flying across the cell like an explosive, when it struck the lock on the door and warped it enough where it could be shimmied open. The soldiers escaped, attempted to help his cohorts, then heeded their pleas that he flee when the sounds of footsteps approached from one side. The cells were erected with the new town barricades, outside, and so the soldier was able to slip away and hide, waddling clumsily but managing to go unnoticed. He made it out of the camp and jogged out of sight from the town, then waddled home down the King’s road until a passing carriage collected him and escorted him the remainder of the way.
The King and his council sat around a table, facing the returning guard member and staring, wide-eyed with revulsion at the sight of his obesity. He shifted uncomfortably beneath their glares, fidgeting with the plain clothes he had been brought, which were far too small to contain him. He shared what he had seen and what had transformed him. The council heard his story and then dismissed him, so they could be left to deliberate on the news.
The guard returned to his chambers and slumped into bed on his butt. Legs stretched out before him, he stared down at his round belly, stocky thighs and calves, his plump feet and toes. He explored his waist with his fingers, massaging it. His hands worked their way up toward his chest, an odd tingling of pleasure blossoming across his body. His cock began to stiffen as he reached his nipples. Giving them a pinch and a squeeze, his mind raced back to the night before, kneeling in a line with his fellow soldiers, horrified, before being wrenched up to drink from that villains teet.
He remembered how creamy and delicious the milk was, how intoxicating Max’s musk was, how disgusted yet turned on he had felt by the man’s obesity. He tweaked his nipples, squirmed in the bed, wiggling his toes, one hand grasping his cock and stroking it with increasing fury. When he came, he shot long streams across his chest and face and it smelt like his master. He couldn’t resist but to submit. He missed him, craved him. He needed to return. When it was dark, he snuck out and stole a carriage to ride back up to Maximus where he would gleefully submit himself to be impregnated and fully indoctrinated, touching himself the whole journey back imagining it
CHAPTER 08
Meanwhile, in Maximus’ personal chambers, the guard who had fled and then returned, was chained up, prepared, even excited, for his punishment. He was strapped down into a kneeling, doggy-style position, but was hanging from the ceiling so that his body dangled helplessly. Max delighted in seeing his fat, muscled body strung up to play with. He had been one of the most handsome men yet, as a bonus.
Max approached his parted, wet hole and teased it with his thick cock head until the guard was begging for it to wrench him open. His begging whines turned to deep bellows, groans and pained grunts once Maximus shoved his full cock in, all at once, and immediately began pounding. He roughly fucked the guard, slamming loads out of the submissive man, then creaming his guts with his own thick load.
The guard panted and writhed about in his bondage, calming down and eagerly awaiting the change happening inside of him. He had seen it a few times now and was imagining his new master’s seed growing in his belly. Then he cried out as Maximus pierced his guts again. He pumped and pumped, then fired out another load. Then another. Then another.
Bewildered, having never heard of Max doing this before, the guard’s mind reeled at what might be happening inside of him. His new master slammed half a dozen loads into him, then warned him about the punishment for traitors. If he survived this, Max sneered, he would be welcome to join them and be deeply addicted to pumping out more soldiers for the New King. With that, Max sauntered out and left the guard hanging.
It was only a couple of minutes before the guard felt a thick liquid sloshing around inside his guts, felt it spreading and expanding with increasing pressure, heard it bubble, churn and gurgle. Five minutes in and his normally-flat and chiseled abdomen was bowing forward in a round ball that hung forward enough to erase once-carved out cum gutters. His nipples felt puffy and were widening, filling out into Hershey kiss shapes as his chest swelled, fast enough even for the guard to watch. He felt a strain on his back as his ballooning belly hung lower still and he squirmed helplessly to find a more comfortable position.
Not ten minutes in and he was looking ready to give birth to a full-term newborn, and a big one at that. His breathing was slow and heavy, his back laden with intense weight, his chest full and soft, the liquid in his belly now more solid and growing rapidly, so that he both watched and felt it expand in real time. His skin ached and stretched and he grit his teeth as he grunted and groaned through the cramping.
Twenty minutes now, hoisted several feet in the air and yet his belly now outweighed the rest of him, pressing against the cold, stone floor beneath him. It helped him to feel less like he was going to burst with the immense weight resting on another surface, but the restraints that held him were bending and making noise that they were about ready to snap. His chest, still masculine in shape like strong pectorals, were as large as small melons, nipples sensitive even to the passing air. He was losing control of the feeling of holding his gut entirely and feared he may explode by the time his master’s spawn were done growing inside of him.
Only fifteen minutes left now and the restraints had long failed, snapping and flinging into pieces before allowing the guard down with a bounce on his enormous belly, a moment of wobbling his limbs uselessly in the air and then a crash as he fell sideways. No longer restrained, he remained trapped, now by the weight of his belly, which was four times his size. It expanded nearly as fast now as a balloon being inflated with helium, his giant, round gut jostling, jiggling and jumping about violently. He clenched long toes and beefy soles into the stone floor and wailed deeply, waiting for their progeny to burst forth.
Finally, the hour struck and the guard was buried entirely beneath a belly that reached the ceiling. The masses shifted down as the first body shot into his pelvis toward his hole. It pried him open over the course of another hour and a four hundred man slipped his last foot out from the guard’s hole. Now gaping, his hole made easy passage for the next five giants that shot out of him. Maximus entered the room with an approving smile to welcome his newest indentured recruits and to console the victorious guard. He offered another drink from his teets to fatten him up until he was large enough to fill in the stretched out skin. Then Max fantasized about what the limits of his power might look like; how big he truly could grow a man…
CHAPTER 09
King Adam sat nervously, staring intensely at a map of the region and moving around figurines to plan his next move. He was forming a plan with his advisors before sending out messengers to different regions of the South and areas of the North far enough away from Maximus’ growing army. He would form a coalition of armies to congregate a siege on Max’s fortifications. In the weeks it would take for these armies to be contacted, organized and transported to the hills outside enemy territory, Max would about triple the size of his loyal army. Their walls would completely encapsulate the city and prove anyone foolish to try and break through them.
While Max spent his days delegating orders to advisors as he was fed and brought an endless horde of enthusiastic men to breed, King Adam signed a Royal edict to increase the frequency with which he was brought his own suitors. He remained in his chambers twenty fours a day, letting his advisors handle affairs while citizen after citizen plowed his guts. He had four or five men each hour pumping in their seed, testing the limits of how large his belly could stretch to give birth to so many men at overlapping intervals. He slept in between births as he was able while the men entered his room and fucked him silly, a constantly enormous belly protruding far out and above him while he lay there.
Yet Adam’s method, despite his efforts, just wasn’t as efficient as Max’s. Max used his citizens to birth his army for him and could pump out enough loads to more than triple the King’s output. When the regions’ armies finally all met and prepared for their siege, they knew time was not on their side and that urgency was prudent.
When the armies attacked Max’s walls, they climbed ladders to scale it and heaved battering rams to slam through the doors. Being in a defensive position, Max’s forces had the upper hand in taking casualties from King Adam’s forces. In preparation of the siege, Max had also prepared a secret weapon. In buckets that lined the perimeter of the outer wall at its battlements, was an extraordinary supply of milk that had been pumped, for months now, straight from Max’s chest.
When the masses of the King’s army were concentrated at the walls and attempting to scale them, Max’s men picked up the buckets and poured them out. Milk rained down on the men, making it difficult to avoid getting some in their mouths, not to mention how oddly intoxicating it’s scent was. Those who got it the worst were instantly plumped up until their fat bodies expanded straight through their armor. Others ballooned to various degrees, sometimes enough to get jammed inside their armor, to tear some of their clothing or to at least get suddenly short-winded as their bellies and asses grew round. Regardless of how little they gained, the men who were exposed fell into a deep trance of devotion for Max and were suddenly fighting to repel their former army mates.
The line was held and as more buckets fell, more men were fattened and turned, until Adam’s army had been defeated. Either converted or captured by Max’s forces. They gathered together for their orders and the new recruits waited their turns to be fully fattened and to be injected with Max’s long cock and potent seed. They expanded their base and prepared themselves for the greater war to come.
CHAPTER 10
The North fell first. Scarcer and more isolated populations, the cities and towns of the North were easy prey when the corruption finally broke free of Max’s base and invaded the surrounding lands. Each and every man fattened, made loyal and impregnated to expand their numbers again. Max traveled shortly behind his army to perform his duties once the territories were controlled.
In lieu of attempting to guard so many flanks, Max’s army tumbled along the land like a rolling weed. They carried food as they captured it and supplies for shelter while they migrated from city to city. With numbers on their side, they aimed next for each of the Southern regions’ capitols. The farmers, the scholars, the warriors and the nobility, all the way up to the lords that ruled over each city – none were able to escape the long sword of Max’s cock. It pierced each of their guts and his milk filled each of their bellies until they were all fat, happy and loyal to their new master.
With the capitols taken, more than half the land’s population was transformed and under Max’s dominion. The rest were scattered in smaller pockets across the continent, trickier to track down but not a threat. Max set his sights on the penultimate, and most important, target of his invasion. The forces that remained to defend the King’s battlements and barricades put up a valiant effort but were no match for Max’s numbers. They flung bags that would burst over the men with Max’s milk until enough converts made it to the gate to open it wide for the enemy to enter.
First ring captured and transformed in a matter of days. The next wall was taken and the men it protected transformed in less time than that. The final walls surrounded the King’s castle and protected it for only hours before Max’s men were storming the castle and securing it for their master to walk through and fill the new recruits. The last chamber to seize was the King’s bed chamber, where he lay in bed, naked, alone and exhausted.
Even with the impressive muscle of half a dozen men, each weighing over 400lbs, the King was no easy target to take down. He flailed and wrestled with great strength but was eventually worn down and pinned beneath the intruders’ thousands of pounds of weight. Chained by his ankles and wrists to splay his limbs, face down to the stone, Adam struggled to look up and study his surroundings as his crown was snatched from his head. A man, tremendous in girth, squatted down to meet Adam’s eyes. The New King, Maximus, wearing his freshly stolen crown.
Max pat Adam on the head, smiling and licking his lips at the sight of the giant man chained down for him to use. The round, firm, globular slabs of meat that formed his ass cheeks peaking, vulnerable, to the sky. He thought fondly of the last time he had laid eyes on Adam. It was unlikely he would remember Max amongst his many citizens but Max remembered him. His last birthday. He had wanted so badly to seed the man until he exploded from the volume. To fuck him in all his beauty until he grew fat, obese, enormous off his cum. And now here he was, no longer in charge. Waiting to be used for Max’s pleasure.
Max crawled on top of Adam, sniffed him, fondled his body from head to feet, kissed and licked his skin. Ate deeply from his tightly clenched hole until the former king begrudgingly squirmed and moaned. Then he forced in a finger to part him. Now pried open, he slipped in two. Next three, four. His knuckles. A fist. Back and forth, back and forth. Deeper now. Up to his elbow, punching his guts. Uncontrollable groans and whines escaping Adam’s lips and he writhed around and clenched his long toes in ecstasy.
Up to the shoulder now, back and forth. Staring inside of him. Remembering a time when he was birthed from that same canal. Arm retreating.. then suddenly a foot. All at once. Shoved deep into Adam’s colon. His fat calves stretching him more, making him cry out and bellow. Grabbing Adam by the hips and wrenching himself further in, fat thighs now prying him open further still.
Frantically lustful now. Lying back and forcing the toes of his other foot in next to his thigh until the hole opens up for it. Kicking forward until both legs are in. The former king is screaming now, deeply, loudly. Trying and failing to hold it in as the pleasure of the pressure and the stretching takes over his mind. Grabbing his hips again and pulling until Max’s fat ass clears Adam’s hole. He’s never been stretched so wide. Never given birth to a man so fat.
Calling out to his men now, push him further. Complying they grab Max’s shoulders and heave him forward. His giant belly popping in with a loud suction. He’s humping furiously from inside his former king’s guts, both of them moaning at the top of their lungs. Adam is cumming bucketloads and Max follows soon after. Another load. And another. And another. And another.
The two fuck like this, orgasming almost without interruption for half an hour before the frenzy slows and then ceases. Max feels a pressure building from deeper within Adam’s guts, pushing against his body and back against the soles of his feet. Now longer being pinned inside, he begins to slide out as Adam bears down, straining hard, until, after a series of sticky, wet gloops and pops, Max is lying, exhausted and gasping on the stone between Adam’s legs.
CHAPTER 11
When Max finally stood to watch, his eyes were wide and maniacal, his smile wide and giddy. Adam was face down but his head was far from the ground. His belly had grown to astronomical size. The metallic chains holding his limbs creaked as they struggled to hold him down while his guts continued swelling and pushing him further from the ground. His grunted and struggled through the discomfort as he rose higher off the ground. Swelling as rapidly as a water balloon on a faucet. The chains finally snapped and he wobbled around violently from the recoil, still completely captive to the weight of his belly.
Even with its tall ceilings, the room could not hold him. Adam’s tall, hard and muscled body pressed firmly into the ceiling as his belly ballooned as tall as the walls. What little squish there was, to the firm and volcanically turbulent ball that was his belly, allowed it to swell further around his body until he was surrounded by it and pinned against the stone on his back. His muffled cried were drowned out completely beneath the flesh. His wiggling limbs, his cartoonishly animated fingers and toes, were all completely pinned and motionless now, cracks forming in the stone bricks that formed the room.
Max could not believe his eyes. He waited patiently for the former king to explode. Full of his semen, too much to handle, for even a man that size. Too virile, too big. Then, suddenly, a wet sound like an incredible suction breaking permeated the air and a set of gigantic feet popped out from between the ceiling and Adam’s belly. They journeyed further as hairy calves appeared, then thighs, a wide ass… then rapidly, out he popped like he was buttered and jettisoning down a wet slide.
A man, larger than Adam or Max crashed to the floor. Adam’s height, impressive proportions and musculature. Max’s obesity and cock. The suction broke again and another pair of feet slid out faster. Before this one crashed to the floor, another pair of feet popped out next to him. They emerged and slid out, faster as more came. Adam’s belly slowly deflating but just as active as ever. Dozens of new men, Titans in size, came pouring out of his hole until the last one just about stepped out, his titanic foot first gripping the stone before his body slid out, then standing and joining the others.
Max was shocked. Proud, impressed, horny and stupefied all at once. His former king was truly a force. He was in awe and yet he lusted only harder to burst him. To grow him to unreal proportions until he exploded. And now he wondered if it was even possible, even with his stolen powers.
He sighed, shuffled over and squat down again to study Adam and to think. Adam slowly looked up and made eye contact weakly, groaning and reaching out a shaky hand. It swiped uselessly through the air a few times and then landed on Max’s chest. He then rose the hand and dropped it, as if to strike him, but with nearly no force behind it.
Max chuckled as his nipple hardened and grew sensitive to Adam’s touch. His greatest prize, so weak now. He could use some fortifying, Adam thought. He leaned forward and laid himself down beside Adam so that Adam’s lips were next to his tit. He tousled Adam’s hair and then gently guided his head forward until his tongue brushed Max’s nipple and the taste, the scent, forced an animalistic hunger into him.
Suckling gently at first, then more hungrily as he drank. The milk dribbled down his cheeks. Adam’s grip grew stronger as his fist grew thicker, and for a moment, he started as if to resist and attempt an escape. But the addictive and gluttonous need for Max’s body overpowered his mind and he instead latched back on for more, leaking Max cackling as he nursed the large man.
Adam puffed up, his skin like rising dough, expanding more and more as the cream flooded his throat, filled and inflated his guts and absorbed into his body like an invading pathogen. He grew as large and as fat as their progeny before Max stood to look down at his former ruler and take in the sight of him, still laughing and reveling in his victory.
Adam’s face looked distraught, hungry, begging for more even as the creamy liquid streamed and dripped from his cheeks and torso, one hand reaching out and gripping the air greedily. More, he was signaling. A selfish hog. Adam knew how he would finally break him. He would give him just what he had been craving, deep down, all this time. Unchecked gluttony, to be filled by his spawn until it took him over completely from the inside.
Max knelt again, excitedly, and brought his nipple back to Adam’s mouth. Adam drank like he’d fasted for a week. His gut billowed out, bloated and bouncing, inflating with milk and air from greedy, frantic suckling. He belched repeatedly, never unlatching, letting the cream spill out with each gassy expulsion but failing to keep pace as it built up inside him. It spread across his body, rounding him out into a blueberry shape, the fat from his tits, his ass and his belly merging together and advancing out as it engulfed his limbs until only two enormous feet and two gigantic fists stuck out from it.
Max climbed on top to ride Adam’s body as he continued feeding and expanding. His body struck the ceiling, already cracked from Adam’s earlier inflation. Unable to stop, Adam fed and grew until his fat belly crumbled the ceiling entirely and Max was hoisted high into the night air.
The cold air tickled Max’s skin as he looked around in awe, high enough in the sky to look out at the rest of the castle and the surrounding homes and businesses that lined cobbled streets. He looked down and peered straight into Adam’s eyes. They were lost, almost completely, to lustful gluttony as he continued frantically gobbling. But there was a panic too. A pleading, desperate look of fear and straining. The mighty, handsome, powerful face of the former king, hero to all, now victim and powerless at Max’s tit. He groaned with greater panic and a noise, like two balloons the size of a house rubbing together, pierced the air before a sudden earthquake-like jostling rumbled from inside his gut. Max’s face lit up and he screamed, egging Adam on. Drink. Drink. Expand some more. Then cream burst out from Adam’s mouth and nose like a geyser and a loud, deep, growling bellow surged from behind his lips before…….. boom.
In the coming months, Adam and Max’s spawns would sweep the land. Able to fatten, to impregnate or to be impregnated themselves. Conquering all the corners of the continent until they all served Maximus. Their children being born with the same powers. Each and every man, now tall, muscled like a god and fat as sin. With growing numbers, the kingdom thrived as a cesspool of fucking and feeding and pumping out new men from one another. A spreading corruption of giants, each able to plant and bear their own seeds, until the land was filled and voyages would be ventured, in search of new lands to colonize next…
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