“Heyyyy hot stuff, nice to meetcha. I’m Ottsel. Haven’t seen you around here before. What ’s your name?” the white furred, otter and weasel hybrid asked as he leaned against the counter. He had gone through at least three, maybe four shots (he’d lost count a while back) and now he felt more daring. Normally he wouldn’t be so bold with a bear, especially not one as large and intimidating as the guy approaching the bar. But he was hot. And his inhibitions were way down. So why the not give it a try, things had gone pretty well this evening.

Strutting up to the bar the bear half grinned, half sneered. “Who, me? Little bit out of your league shorty. But stick around. You’re kinda cute. Maybe we’ll make some mistakes together,” he replied. The cougar and rhinoceros flanking him chuckled before a thick bear paw pushed Ottsel aside. “Move, you’re in my spot.”

“What did you just call me?” Ottsel said, suddenly not slurring his words quite so much.

The bar was crowded and loud, just a normal Friday night, so the mustelid hybrid wasn’t entirely sure he’d heard the bear correctly. It was too bad really; he’d been having a fantastic time getting to meet people and even got a few numbers. And this bear was so hot it could’ve really gone somewhere fun. But he could’ve sworn this guy said-

“You heard me say it squirt. I needed you to move so that I could get some drinks. Beat it shorty,” the bear repeated with a sneer. Ottsel’s ear twitched, deep in thought. He couldn’t let this guy get away with that. Not by a long shot. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Such a waste to be that studly and still a terrible person. Ottsel was in plain clothes at the moment rather than his super villain outfit, so this bear probably didn’t know just who he was insulting. But that didn’t matter; the brown bear was an arrogant jerk and that was just the right person to try this out on.

But not right away. Ottsel carefully removed the gloves he had on his white furred hands and flexed his fingers. The more important thing to take care of was his friends. The cougar and rhinoceros at the bear’s sides were probably just his lackeys. Six and a half feet tall, and built like a brick wall, it was no wonder that all of these muscle heads thought they could do whatever they wanted. Ottsel wasn’t about to let that get in the way though. Anyone could be brought down to size with the proper application of his ‘abilities’.

The mustelid pressed a palm to the cougar’s chest, exposed by the dress shirt he kept unbuttoned possibly in a misguided attempt to look attractive. He didn’t waste any time applying his power as a cold energy passed from his hand into the feline. The icy cold traveled through his body in an instant and the cougar found himself looking up, way way up, at his new 3 foot tall size. The cougar’s clothes pooled at his feet, tangling him up as a white paw bumped into him. Ottsel gently nudged the shrimp out of the way, now towering over the rest of them easily. He’d grown. Stolen size to be more specific. All it took was a single touch and he could drain every bit of size a person had. He wasn’t strong enough to take someone’s last inch of height though. He could store that height or add it to his own right away. Storing wasn’t really in his best interest at the moment either. Growing huge was definitely the way to go. Reveling in the warmth that pulsed in his hand after the quick size drain, he tapped the bear on top of his head and grinned.

“Well well, seven and a half feet tall. Still think I’m a ‘shorty,’ tiny?” he quipped, grinning down at them. The bear took a step backward, steadying himself before leveling a jab right at Ottsel’s stomach. Ottsel was still plenty agile though, and swooped out of the bear’s way. He chuckled, “I think I’ll save you for last. You’ll be fun.”

Ottsel grabbed hold of the rhino’s horn and started draining, slower this time, reveling in the growth. The gym shorts and wife beater fell away from the rhinoceros as he was slowly pulled up into the air by his horn, pulled clean through the neck hole as he shrunk. His paws kicked at the air away from the ground as he was drained and Ottsel lifted him higher into the air. The weasel chuckled with a devious smirk.

He never got tired of this sensation. The tingling warmth was like being given the best hot stone massage ever through each inch of his body, or the warming sensation from a long drink of whisky. He closed his eyes and tightened grip on the horn. Being a super villain wasn’t his first choice for line of work but he couldn’t deny the benefits. His clothes stretched and strained across his white fur, popping off the buttons on his casual attire. If he’d been wearing his costume it would’ve lasted much longer than the outfit he’d put on for the bar. The plan had been to find some cute guy to take home for the evening, maybe apply a little shrinking fun, keep him for a week or something. But now that he was in the moment it was much more tempting to just let loose and have some much, much larger fun.

So lost in thought was the mustelid that by the time he’d stopped draining the rhinoceros , there was little left aside from a one foot tall munchkin rather than the imposing African monster. And Ottsel’s clothes were resting at his paws after tearing clean off his body, now three times larger than it had been just minutes ago. 15 feet of hybrid grinned from ear to ear. His long ears twitched against the ceiling. The bear looked like he was about to make a break for it.

Grabbing the cougar and rhinoceros unceremoniously, he drained the rest of their pitiful height until only one-inch-tall specks were between his fingers. Smearing them into his crotch Ottsel chuckled down at the bear. “I’ll just hold onto that height for later. No need to use it all right now, 15 feet is plenty enough to take down this whole bar.” The rest of the patrons had already begun backing away. The smarter ones ran out the door at the beginning of the drama. Ottsel bent over and swung his hand across the bar, grabbing 5 people sitting at the counter in one swift motion as they started shrinking into his thick arm fur. He did some quick mental math; 5 people at 6 feet each, that added another 30 feet to his reserves. Not nearly enough. He’d stay 15 feet tall for now until the moment was right.

The rest of the bar panicked and flooded the door. Only one person could get out at a time and nearly 20 people were trying to escape all at once, creating a wonderful bottleneck for Ottsel to exploit. By the time he was finished he’d caught another 15 people bringing the total up to just into the three digit height range. That’d work for now. Only one very important person left to get, and it looked like he had escaped in the chaos.

Meanwhile in the parking lot, the brown bear fumbled with his keys in the car’s ignition. He’d somehow slipped out of the bar while that weasel was busy but now the engine refused to turn over, sputtering but not coming to life. Just what the hell was even going on in there? He had to get away as soon as possible; that little guy was insane.

An explosion coming from the bar distracted the ursine from fleeing just long enough to see Ottsel rising rapidly out of the rubble. A white paw stood where most of the old building had been. The weasel’s face was flushed, and his boner betrayed how good it must have felt. He brushed off the dust and bricks from his shoulder, before taking one looming step forward onto a blue convertible. It flattened like a soda can with an ear-piercing crunch. He paused and lifted his foot, mumbling an ‘oops’ before taking yet another step forward.

It was time to get the hell out of dodge.

The bear turned and turned and turned the key as that white monolith approached, until finally the engine sprang to life. He floored the gas and tried to peel out but his car’s tires only skidded against the pavement; Ottsel held down the back of the car with a single toe. The bear’s head smashed against the steering wheel as the car was lifted up into the air, knocked around the compartment without his seatbelt on as Ottsel peered into the car window.

“Ah ah ah, not so fast little bug. Didn’t I tell you already? You’re last,” Ottsel said. He placed the car carefully on his shoulder as he examined the city. Where to go first…?

Down on the street was a parked bus. Getting down on his hands and knees, Ottsel scooted his dick right up next to it. Just as he thought, the same size. Little people inside were staring up at him. No one suspected what he could be considering. Ottsel blushed before carefully picking it up. Even if this wasn’t his first time getting huge, he was still a little self-conscious about enjoying himself in this public way. But the temptation was too great. It was hard while growing to get the math just right to fit a bus or a subway. He sensually thrust in and out of the bus in his hand impaled roughly on his manhood. The warming sensation of growth was heavenly as his size theft split the metal train straight down the middle. Now he was properly hard and ready to explore the city some more. Tinies ran away as he strolled down the roads, only serving to fuel his expansion further when they were caught beneath toes. 

He thrust a hand into a skyscraper, grabbing an entire floor of the office building. As he did the hand expanded further into other floors to touch the other workers, which only pushed that hand larger. The mustelid wasn’t that tall compared to that building yet. That could definitely be fixed. He pulled his fist away and instead wrapped around it in a bear hug, grinding his throbbing shaft against the glass windows and shattering metal supports. People for miles around could see the blush in his cheeks and hear the thundering moan of the horny weasel boy. Everyone inside was drained as they fell against his body, the building destroyed in instants.

Ottsel grinned down at the ground, his paws now taking up an entire city block at a mile tall. The cumulus clouds hung around his chest. They’d been breezily pushed away by the wind generated by his exponential growth. As his toes clenched into the ground, other buildings were ground into them, the metal architecture yielding without effort. Ottsel gasped as all the height from those buildings hit him at once too. He couldn’t feel the miniscule bodies inside but he could feel the wave of growth energy pulse through his system, another whole mile in height added. He panted and gingerly stroked along his shaft, turned on like no other but still a bit embarrassed that he’d let himself go. His tail dragged lazily across the length of the sprawling metropolis, grabbing thousands of bodies in its wake and draining all of them.

He couldn’t even help it anymore now. The chain reaction of growth pushed his feet into more area around the city, which only added to his growth, repeating the process over long seconds. A drop of pre flooded out an entire block as Ottsel muttered ‘sorry’ down at the still shrinking population. He hadn’t quite meant for this to happen but everything felt too good to avoid. If he could just calm down, he could put a stop to his draining powers so it wouldn’t drain anymore. But being this horny, it was hard to focus on anything except for his lust.

Falling to his knees, Ottsel rubbed his rock hard dick and struggled to maintain composure. Pre droplets that flooded city blocks had grown to flood entire neighborhoods and districts. He pressed his dick to the earth, grinding it into the city. Another burst of growth energy stolen and it was enough to knock him flat to the ground. As soon as he lay out, the orgy of growth kicked into high gear. Ottsel groaned with the effort of taking in all that height at once, trying to take his time with the shrinking to enjoy it a little longer. But there was just too much all at once. The mustelid humped against the dwindling earth, the entire city filled with 3 million souls shrunken away as the wall of white fur expanded exponentially. Gale force winds formed as his tail swished along the ground, miles of ground dug up into canyons and mountains. The bugs down on the ground were lucky if they were caught in his paws, legs or chest. The unlucky ones found themselves caught on his musky crotch as it pressed harder and harder like a needy lover into the planet.

By the time the city had been drained of all its height, Ottsel had grown across the entire country into every single major city, and across half the entire circumference of the Earth. Tremors wracked the planet with each lusty thrust, the mantle completely pierced by the pillar of his shaft. Every city within view was nothing more than a speck of dust; with a moan he gripped the planet, each finger wiping out forests and cities and states with all the effort required to grip a blanket. The warmth of planet Earth’s core only made him needier, pleasure surging through his body as with one final thrust he thickly flooded out whole countries. Civilizations instantly died at his hand, whatever hadn’t already been drained that is.

Ottsel panted heavily as his tongue hung out his mouth. It rested on the planet with a city gently stuck to his taste buds. Growth sex used to impale the planet... easily the best he’d had in years. And still there was more to take. He could feel his reserves overflowing with the growth, billions of people shrunk down. With a shuffle forward across the hemisphere, Ottsel reached out and dragged his arms across the planet. Similarly to just minutes ago at the bar, the countries were caught in arm fur thicker than skyscrapers. With that all seven billion people were gone in an instant.

“Sorry little planet, but you guys are… really fucked now,” he said. The sky literally filled with white as he grew further, more and more. He lazily reached out and grabbed the moon, not even a marble in size to him anymore. With a single crunch it was gone. Interspersed with growing he spent time knocking planets around like tennis balls, and shooting his seed to cover the tiny sun in a thick layer of spunk. Jupiter made a pretty good partner for getting fucked too, once he’d recovered enough after causing the apocalypse on Earth. Seven million miles of mustelid over the course of hours.

The bear on Ottsel’s shoulder had been at a loss for words for hours. The single strand of fur he found himself resting on was a planet unto itself. His claws dug into the hair, textured strangely like the ground were made of dried and crunchy clay. Only the plains of white were visible, with a sky of black above. None of the monster’s lower half, or even anything beyond his pecs could be seen. And that malicious face was like the eyes of God. He couldn’t even fathom the size of the creature he’d been kidnapped by, his mind utterly broken trying to even imagine sizes like this. And if he wasn’t already totally insane by this point...

“Now... finally, it’s your turn, little bear. I hope you enjoyed that. Didn’t quite mean to get this big but it sure felt good. We’re gonna spend some quality time together; you’re my new favorite speck. Lucky for you too, all this damage will get reset soon enough. Back to the planet safe and sound. Once all of this resets and we’re back on Earth, you’re coming along with me. At that size. Maybe we’ll make some mistakes together.”