The electric shrill in the background of the television show Iron was watching grew increasingly loud as the episode went on, finally prompting the chocolatey brown coyote to pick up the remote and turn it off. The reception had grown worse as the storm outside continued to rage on, the power would flicker occasionally and reset his cable and internet, making it difficult to do anything. However, Iron managed, and spent his time inside browsing the internet and looking for something interesting to do. Whether it be a game, chatting with his friends online, or looking through online catalogs filled with luxuries far beyond his price range. Unfortunately, due to the high volume of pornography websites he visited, much of his computer was littered with constant advertisements clickbaiting users into checking out their websites in hopes of becoming as hung as the men they saw in adult videos. For Iron himself, most people wouldn’t see an issue with him being presented such content, the coyote was sporting a hefty bulge in his boxer briefs that begged for attention at any point in the day, the weighty ping pong balls between his legs needing milked several times a day, otherwise he end up fidgeting and pent up after only a few hours. Not that there was anything wrong with that, the ‘yote was in love with sporting such a masculine bulge on his otherwise lithe frame, nearly nine inches of cock stored away in his underpants, closer to a foot long when he was completely erect. Most of his partners, primarily women, were unable to take the whole of his shaft, which made finding a date rather difficult. However, sometimes it took nothing more than a bottle of lube to have a good night, which was exemplified as he pulled up an array of tabs involving various porn stars he followed onto his laptop, his computer filled to the brim with internet videos and folders of porn that he had stored away on an external hard drive, his own personal pleasure collection.


        Before long, Iron’s legs were spread wide over the edge of his couch, one hand operating the mouse next to him while the other started tracing the waistband of his stretchy underwear, teasing his cock through the fabric. He moaned, letting a long, drawn out exhale leave his lips as his steadily chubbing member pushed against the spandex around his waist, pulling his shirt off and exposing his lean stomach and chest, his entire body composition rather thin, but not anorexic of any sort. His cock swole further, waiting to be milked by its horny owner, a gracious dollop of pre darkening the light blue undergarments. A visible tent rose up between his legs, the coyote switching glances between his own oversized bulge and the videos on his computer of men hung further than he was plowing women, the unrealistic expectations of sex depicted in the video turning him on more, wishing he was as large as the men in the videos. Even though he had a cock fit for a horse, he was still a small person in general, the canine only five foot three in padded tennis shoes, making him the shortest person at most events he went to. It was a blessing and a curse, considering the baseball bat that he hid between his legs, not many people expected such a tool out of him. Finally, he slid a couple fingers underneath the gray waistband of his underwear, stretching it out and getting a peek at his bright red shaft, his sheath bundled underneath his swollen knot, rock hard and feeling rather full. He shuffled the boxer briefs down his legs, snapping them off of one ankle and watching them fling off of the other like a rubber band. He smiled as they hit the ground, taking a moment to look at the precum-soaked front of his underwear, his cock leaking even more slippery clear fluids onto his loins and balls, lubing up his shaft better than any store bought lubricants he could buy. He only used lube when he had whacked it so many times that he was shooting blanks, which happened more often than one would think. However, due to a combination of stress, sleep and work, the coyote hadn’t pleasured himself in nearly four days, and his balls were painfully full and begged for release. 


        He clicked through more videos, breathing heavily and releasing grunts of pleasure as his cock spurted more pre onto his hand and lower stomach, a few stray ropes of his own cum landing on his chin and chest. Pictures of overly hung horses and curvaceous vixens polluted his computer screens, the dozens of adverts claiming to grow a bigger dick cluttering the page even further, turning the entire screen into a weird coagulation of moving images, not all of them entirely pleasant. The coyote reached down to click to another video, another big dicked guy and disproportionately small women, when his mouse was interrupted by a pop up box getting in the way of the video thumbnail, causing him to hit the advertisement and completely ruin the flow of his vigorous masturbation session. Disgruntled, Iron sat  upright, his footlong cock twitching in the air and dribbling pre into his lap that dripped onto the couch and floor. The high resolution porn he was watching had been replaced with an outdated advertisement page claiming to “Get big.” Not specifying any part of the body, just “big.” The coyote was baffled at how vague the page was, and quickly went to close the tab when his browser started to freeze, the typical mouse arrow replaced with an aqua colored spinning ring, in fact, his entire computer seemed to be going somewhat bonkers.


        At first, Iron hoped that he could’ve salvaged the mess going on by spamming the X button in the corner of the screen, hoping that with enough frantic clicks he could shut down the virus that was coursing through the software of his laptop, but by the time he had opened the page accidentally, it was too late. The bottom of his screen went black, a dark bar looking out of place given the still image of the ad on the rest of the page. Placing his hands from his cock to the keyboard, he immediately reeled back as his fingertips were met with a horrendous heat emanating from his laptop, moments later the machine started smoking out of the fan in the side, the entire thing was falling apart due to some stupid advertisement he clicked! Frustrated, Iron reached out to hold down the power button on the burning computer, regardless of how hot it was. As he painstakingly held the metal button down for a good eight seconds, the screen strobed for a few seconds. With every flash of the screen, a tiny jolt of electricity was sent through the yote’s furry finger and through the rest of his body, striking a few times before he pulled back once again, more angry at the blasted piece of technology than anything. With the screen completely black and the smoke settling towards the ceiling, he slammed the screen of the laptop down and kicked it violently to the floor, watching in satisfaction as the shattered glass of the screen fell out of the sides of the computer and onto the floor. Luckily, that was only a cheap spare computer he had, and he could order a new one with the bonus he had gotten the week before. 


        Iron was about to get up and get to sleep when he realized that his cock was still standing hard at attention, in fact, it felt even more pent up than before. His knot was completely swollen at that point, nearly six inches across while the rest of his cock was only four inches in width. He wrapped a hand around his shaft, wincing at the surge of pleasure that shot from the top of his member through his abdomen and limbs, causing him to flop back on the couch and begin pumping his meat with both of his furry paws, jacking off faster and faster as his balls shook and jiggled with every furious stroke of his length, his hands traveling faster and faster until his nuts pulled against his groin, and his cock bulged slightly with the first few ropes of seed that flowed up and out of the tip of his red canid shaft, spraying chaotically on his chest, his face, his legs and the floor beneath him, the stray cloudy ropes of musky spunk flying every which way and landing with small plops around him, a truly tremendous orgasm that would take an hour to clean up, at best.


        The coyote howled, his piercing yell resonating through the neighborhood, which wasn’t uncommon for them to hear, even though none of them really knew the cause of that late night howl. His leg jerked, twitching with every pang of pleasure that went through his body, the rest of the canine’s body tensing up and clinging tight to the couch, patches of fur plastered with his drying splooge. After nearly two minutes of cumming again and again, his hand soaking wet with his own seed, Iron finally calmed down and lounged back in the afterglow of such a stupendous feat, his tongue creeping out of the corners of his mouth and licking up the stray droplets of seed around his muzzle, the salty sweet taste polluting his taste buds and filling his mouth with a musky aroma, something he loved all too much to avoid doing now and then. With no obligations for the day after, and no one home to fear seeing the grown coyote naked, Iron curled up on his cum covered couch and fell asleep, opting to clean up the dried mess in the morn, to which he had several solvents to clean up dried fluids.


        Overnight, something seemed to change in the young adult yote’s body. His head rested softly on the armrest of the couch, his body curled up in the fetal position as his legs rested a few feet away from the other end of the couch, a happy tail wagging in the midst of his dreams. Over the course of the next ten hours or so, his feet started to creep closer and closer to the opposite arm rest of the couch, although his brown furry head stayed locked in position, his eyes fluttering and twitching as his body seemed to expand, even though there was no one there to witness it. His destroyed laptop sat idly on the floor, the advertisement that had deviously destroyed his computer ever so cleverly had a slightly adverse effect on the sleeping fur himself. You see, for every object that he destroyed, he would grow just a bit more. For every device crushed, or object broken, that advertisement that claimed they would help anyone “get big” would hold through on its promise just a bit more. Their extremely low budget towards posting ads had been running for years, and Iron was the first one that, by chance, saw the ad and clicked on it. His feet continued to bridge the gap between them and the armrest, eventually having covered four inches of territory on the couch, making the coyote slightly below average height at five foot seven.
        
        “Why do none of these outfits fit?!” None of Iron’s t-shirts fit quite the same way as before. Where before they would dangle around his waist quite comfortably, now they clung tight to his chest and stomach, and barely made it to his waist. His normally baggy jeans clung to his legs something fierce, and there was no way he could get his package inside those denim confines to safe his life, even without any underwear to speak of! Finally, the coyote decided to put on a pair of stretchy boxer briefs and call it a day, perhaps order some new clothing online. There would be no reason for him to leave the house, and without any clothing, that notion was reaffirmed.


        The day continued rather oddly. When brushing his teeth, Iron noticed that he stood a little taller in the mirror above his bathroom sink, his ears never rose above the top of the mirror before. Had it fallen off a peg overnight? He took the pane of reflective glass out of its slot, followed by the frame of the mirror itself. None of the pegs that held it to the wall had been damaged, he was just … taller. Iron ventured out to his kitchen and fetched a tape measure from behind a cabinet, something he used when renovating his kitchen earlier in the year. He stepped on the bottom end of the tape measure and rose it to the top of his head, measuring only two inches below a solid six feet at the tips of his ears. Four inches of height added to his body seemingly over the course of half of a day, what kind of black magic would cause that? The chocolate furred coyote quickly pinched his arm, wincing at the sudden stinging sensation before pulling away and looking down at himself curiously. It wasn’t a dream, he had actually grown a third of a foot overnight. His clothing hadn’t fit because of the sudden expansion, and probably wouldn’t fit anymore as long as the sudden growth spurt kept its pace. He wrote it off as a late, late puberty, considering he was still in his early twenties, anything was possible! 


        And so the coyote placed an order online with expedited shipping for some sweatpants and extra large shirts, that way if the growth kept up at its current pace, he would have clothing that would fit for the time being, considering all of his non-stretchy clothes would have to be thrown away or donated, considering they wouldn’t fit anymore. Even though there were so many negatives to the situation, Iron couldn’t feel anything besides an overwhelming surge of glee and happiness that one of his biggest insecurities had been remedied overnight, that he could be found amongst crowds and not worry about being lost amongst a group of middle schoolers! He kept walking back to the full length body mirror in his bedroom, posing in the mirror as if he were some lithe Calvin Klein model, rubbing his bulge through his underwear and watching it chub up and expand in front of him, in fact, he even seemed bigger downstairs. It was probably a trick of the light, or the fact that his underwear was so small on him anymore. However, after disrobing the last shreds of fabric around his waist, he held a ruler up to his rigid shaft whilst laying in bed and watched his half-chub slowly pump full, his knot swelling outwards as the very tip of his dick rose just above the twelve inch mark, meaning he was an entire inch longer “down below” than he had been the previous night. Some sort of black magic! There was no way his genitals would’ve grown as well as his height, that didn’t make much sense considering he was already hung like a buffalo to begin with. Shuddering as his hand crept down his member, Iron fondled his balls and relished at the feeling of the warm, squishy orbs in his palm. As he slowly brought himself towards another orgasm, the canine decided to hold off from masturbating so frequently and instead, enjoy his markedly larger cock, standing up and walking around his house, admiring at how it swung and pulled back and forth like the pendulum of a grandfather clock, except sticking straight outwards rather than downwards. Just the sight of his own manhood coupled with his new height was enough to keep Iron aroused and going, flaunting his junk around as if he were in a fashion show, although no one was watching. 


        It wasn’t until the coyote was practically performing ballet in his living room that something went wrong. A bit uncoordinated thanks to the increase in body mass, he nicked the corner of the coffee table he owned and went careening towards the floor. In a desperate attempt to stay afoot, he grabbed the knob to an old cabinet he kept video games in, ripping the door clean off of its hinges and bringing it to the ground with him, causing the wood to splinter and split down the center, a massive crack from one edge to the center of the door itself. Iron slammed against the hardwood floor and bounced, his cock bending and snapping to the side, in a clearly uncomfortable position that caused Iron to jerk upright and rub his head and shaft at the same time, his erection slowly fading with the new found pain of a headache from colliding with the floor. However, what made him most upset was the broken wooden door on the floor, nearly fifty years old and he carelessly split it down the center. There wouldn’t be any easy way to repair the door itself, he would have to get a new one made in its likeness…


        That was when Iron noticed something strange. Looking back, his back was less than a fourth of a centimeter away from touching the adjacent corner of the same coffee table he had tripped over, but he felt strange, almost as if he were ever so slightly grazing the wooden corner. 


        So he sat still. More still than the coyote had ever been in his entire life. So still, that he wondered momentarily if his heart had stopped beating. Nearly half an hour passed as Iron stared behind him, watching the miniscule gap between him and the coffee table close, before his shoulder blade finally made contact with the table, and a tiny amount of pressure was applied to his back. And with that, the sudden expansion was over. 


        He looked down from his position against the coffee table to his hand. The same hand that had grabbed the cabinet door, in fact. Then he glanced at the door itself, reaching out and picking it up. A surge of curiosity had come over him, something that he couldn’t quite shake away in the darkest corners of his mind. Last night, after he had crushed his laptop, he woke up a few inches taller. Now, he partially broke the wooden board, and watched as the feeling of expansion took his body again. Iron wrapped both of his hands around either side of the wooden door and proceeded to extend the crack going down the center further, hearing the splintering of wood and tiny bits of shrapnel fly around the room and land on the floor as the door broke clean into two. In each of his hands was half of the fifty year old cabinet door that he had valued before, now just another source of fuel for his growth. He dropped one of the wooden boards and broke the other one in half again, rendering three small pieces of crudely broken wood. The yote’s cock was standing hard at attention at that point, stretching the elastic confines of his too-tight boxer briefs, a tiny bead of pre towards the end of his tip. It wouldn’t be long before the stretchy pair of underpants would start ripping at the seams, considering the pleasant sensation of expansion was already setting over the canine’s body, and he could sense the space in the room growing microscopically smaller with every passing second. 


        Iron rushed over to the video game cabinet and ripped another one of the four doors, identical to the first. He broke it over his knee and sent the two remaining boards of wood flying to other sides of the room, smiling with a sense of eager satisfaction as he wondered how much he could grow by splitting and breaking the entirety of the cabinet sitting in front of him. Thrusting his hands the two larger glass paneled doors, he wrapped his greedy paws around multiple stacks of video game cases, all filled with hundreds of dollars worth of console games and threw them behind him, the boxes breaking open on the walls, sending discs flying and shattering across items in the room behind him. Ever so slowly the tips of his ears surpassed the very tip of the cabinet, meaning that he was over six feet tall from paw to ear, his total height increasing slowly as he broke nearly a hundred games sitting peacefully in the cabinets, rendering a pile of broken discs and plastic cases twenty feet behind him, sitting against a wall. Iron sat on the floor, crossing his legs and reaching into the bottom shelf of the cabinet and taking out one of his two video game consoles, gripping it from either side and with a considerable amount of force, he watched cracks travel through the sides of the console as it bent inwards in his paws, eventually exploding in a pile of wires, electronic bits and motherboards, meaning no one would ever get to play a game on the poor thing again. Meanwhile, the coyote had grown to nearly six and a half feet tall, much taller than the general populace of the Earth. His lust for power hadn’t ceased there, considering there was an entire room of objects to add to his expansion. His cock was starting to rip through the tiny underwear around his waist. Whereas they were large enough to travel halfway down his thighs before, his package had stretched it so far out that the sides were no more than an inch long, showing off his lean thighs and inner crotch, the leg holes revealing a trace of pink, swollen shaft. 


        By the time his second, and last, video game console was broken between his growing paws, Iron felt the first strands of spandex between his legs start to snap, the waistband losing it’s grip over the rest of his underwear as it was pushed past its limit. He moaned quite lewdly as he felt his cock surge forward again, growing to nearly fifteen inches long between his legs, a true tool to be spoken of. A dark trail of precum darkened the front of his boxer briefs, as they finally ripped down one side. Like a bullet, they whizzed off the tight side of his thighs and smacked the wall to his left, the sticky precum causing them to stick to the wall for a few seconds before sliding down slowly, landing in a slump on the floor. Iron turned and watched them, smiling happily as he knew the ripped underwear would only add to his growth. Meanwhile, as he dropped the two halves of a useless game device, he turned to his needy cock, twitching and releasing small ropes of precum down his legs and onto the floor, creasing small puddles below it’s length, begging for attention.


        “Not now, my beautiful shaft…” Iron cooed, feeling his pent up balls swell further outwards, rivaling the tennis balls in their size. “We have a long way to go before I release my load again, just keep growing!” With that, he wrapped two arms around the side of his video game cabinet and brought it crashing to the floor, watching boards of wood snap and the panels of glass shatter and pile up on the floor. Anyone who watched the yote doing this to his own house would be perplexed by such a feat of stupidity, even though there was a much more erotic underlying cause to it all. He had grown to nearly seven feet tall at that point, his ears perked upwards and his tongue panting out of the side of his mouth with the feast of destruction he had just wrought upon the poor storage unit. He panned over the entirety of his room, before his eyes landed on something else that would be fun to bring down. He still owned an old color tube television, with a massive screen and huge backside. The whole thing weighed nearly sixty pounds, considering it was filled with tons of bits and bobbles just waiting to be shattered. The coyote walked over to it, rubbing his chins to look for a good vantage point to grab and throw it on the floor, before coming to the conclusion that picking it up and dropping it was not the approach he wanted to take to such a massive device. Running to the other room, he retrieved a rubber mallet from his tool drawer and hopped back to the living room, being careful not to step on the shards of glass that polluted the hardwood floor. He stood to the side of the television, nearly seven and a half feet of horny canine starting to grow taller than the ten foot ceilings had to offer. His cock bounced at attention, fueling his lust and begging him to continue destroying his house, if it meant even another inch of growth to his body. No more being teased for being short, no more being lost in crowds. If he had anything to say about it, he would become the biggest coyote that the world had to offer!


        With that, he reeled back with the hammer, the rubber head making contact with the wall behind him as he pivoted on his feet and brought the hammer to the screen of the television, causing the glass, lights and the tubes inside to shatter and fall apart inside the television, leaving it but a mere hollow shell of it’s former shelf. Iron had been growing faster with the more that he broke, his form only a few minutes away from closing in on eight feet tall as his ears twitched and happily stood upwards. He hastily wound backwards, bringing the mallet back towards the television again and smashing anything left inside. He could feel his rock hard shaft starting to grow faster in proportion to his own body, having grown to a foot and a half long without him watching, closing in on the twenty inch mark. There wasn’t a single woman other than a horse or an elephant that could take his length at that point, at least with the knot included. His bulbous puppy pecker sported a softball at the base, nearly eight inches across. Iron could barely wrap his entire paw around it, having to lay down on his couch and use both hands just to make it around the entirety of his girth. In only a few moments was his entire shaft soaked with precum, his hands wet with the sticky, clear residue as his shaft continued to grow before his very eyes. His legs hung over the other end of the leather sofa, his feet dangling towards the floor as he had clearly outgrown the comparatively small piece of furniture. 


        Just before the coyote felt his balls perk upwards and his cock start to tingle with the tell-tale warning of orgasm, he pulled away from his expanding shaft and wiped his hands, bringing one to his face and admiring in the pleasantly musky smell of his own seed. He still wasn’t ready to blow his load, he wanted to really feel the need to masturbate. To be brought down by his own monstrous lust to the point where he would pass out if he didn’t get his hands on his cock at that very moment, and even though he was horny as hell, that wasn’t the right moment. He stood up, the tips of his ears brushing against the ceiling above him. Before long he would have to stoop over in his own house or bump his head with every step he took. His cock stood at nearly two feet long and ten inches across, twitching and spurting precum as it was level with his lower ribs. Not only was he turning into somewhat of a giant,  but his cock was also looking much larger than it should be for his body size. It was a welcomed change, which just meant that there would be more of his bright red animalistic schlong to pleasure when he was truly massive. He picked up the rubber mallet and brought it down on the shell of the television, watching the dark gray plastic crack and cave inwards. He traveled into the next room, opening china cabinets and cupboards and smashing plate after plate on the counter, watching in glee as the ceramics flew away and fell on the floor around him, nearly six dozen pieces of dishware broken in his hands, before he started ripping the cupboard doors off and snapping those, too. 


        Finally, Iron swept off the floor in the dining room and lay down, hugging his body and feeling himself grow, his feet brushing the doorway between dining room and kitchen, where his head was in the living room to the other side. He was nearly a dozen feet tall at that point, his cock twitching and slapping his torso, the tip of it just reaching between his nipples as it kept leaking seed, puddles of the stuff littered throughout the first floor of his house. Nearly the entirety of three rooms had been destroyed in his own lust fueled rampage, the only thing left was the damp couch in the living room, but he had special treatment for that. He let a few minutes pass, growing to nearly fifteen feet tall as his cock booped the underside of his chin, his entire torso covered in his own seed. Despite how big Iron was, he still hungered for more. He wanted to be bigger! He wanted everyone to see truly how mountainous he could grow, and there was still an entire house around him to outgrow! Despite the creaking floorboards, despite the broken glass everywhere that had turned him into a beast, he still couldn’t shake the urge to continue his destructive adventure, if it meant he could continue to grow. Hunching over to avoid breaking through the ceiling, Iron carefully made his way back into the living room and looked down upon his old, familiar sofa. The leather exterior looking rather inviting for his five foot long dong. He licked his lips, and leaned over his own couch, his hands planted firmly on the other side as his hips positioned the tip of his canid shaft against the other end, starting to apply pressure to the side of the couch until he could feel the layer of cow skin start to tear against his cock. Eventually, a hole small enough for just the tip of his member to enter was generated, and with a harsh thrust, almost all of his cock was inserted into the couch at once, pushing past cotton filler and springs to turn the sitting device into his own macro fleshlight. As the sofa was held together simply from the mass of his shaft filling it up, Iron roared in arousal and continued to pump it full of precum, soaking the interior as it started to leak with the musky fluids, a puddle forming around the legs from the residual spunk. Iron could feel his feet slide behind him, stretching further away from his torso as the coyote reached roughly twenty feet tall, taking up half of the living room around him just to ravage his own sofa. His cock throbbed, surging further outwards and swelling inside of the leather cocksleeve, his knot slamming against it until, with a powerful lunge forward, Iron shoved his canine shaft into the sofa, knot and all. His beanbag chair sized testicles ballooned outwards, each one roughly five feet in width as they pulled towards his body, shaking and trembling with dozens of gallons of white hot, cloudy seed. 


        The first shot of cum was too much for the couch to take in one go, causing it to start falling apart around his shaft immediately. The seed-saturated leather wrapped around his cock, sticking to it and growing smaller and smaller upon his massive shaft, which tore through the opposite side of the sofa and sprung upwards, slapping its owner in the face and sending a torrent of splooge spraying across the room. In only a few seconds his orgasm reached its peak, and Iron felt the floor underneath him start to sag with the weight of all his seed, the hardwood’s integrity being compromised and ruined by his own horniness. Nearly a foot of cum covered the floor around him, his house filled with the unmistakable scent of such that filled his nostrils and sent him into a lust-filled frenzy. He let out a hearty chuckle of happiness as the floor underneath him finally caved in, crashing downwards into the basement. The pool of seed around him sloshed and frothed. Iron landed on his knees, but soon rose to his feet and felt his head continue to brush the ceiling of the first floor, nearly twenty feet tall. His balls swung between his legs, churning and shaking as they continued to swell with nearly fifty gallons of cum, the round balloons of seed hanging between his knees at that point. His cock rose twelve feet into the air, brushing against his nose as it took both of his arms just to wrap around the entirety of his girth. The coyote was absolutely in love with the expansion, the feeling of his body outgrowing his room, and then his house. Reaching upwards, he dug his paws into the ceiling of the first floor of his house and brought it crumbling down, watching the sheets of wood and insulation come crashing down around him. In the end, he was left standing tall in the bare skeleton of his home, the only thing left were the exterior walls and the roof above him. All around the block, people walking by would be plagued by the strange sexual scent coming from the house, even though nothing looked wrong from the outside. Various passerbies had to double take as they watched the strange smelling house start to break apart from the inside out. Giant brown furred hands ripping through the roof and tearing it to the ground. As the last remains of the establishment were brought to the ground, they were met with a rather peculiar sight. They watched a massive, pink mass bounce up and down, raising high above their heads and dripping with spooge. Those who weren’t soaked by the torrent of precum ran in the other direction as Iron climbed out of the hole that used to be his house, his body-sized cock twitching in front of him. Ropes of spooge shot into the air, nearly four dozen feet off the ground until they descended in an arc and crashed down upon the surrounding houses, covering them and flooding them with his own seed. He watched in glee as the shots of his cum broke through windows and the houses surrounded him started oozing with white, cloudy spunk. His foot crashed down upon the street, causing the black turf to crack and raise around his paw. Standing outside of the cum-filled crater that used to be his house, Iron had grown to nearly forty feet tall, his cock bouncing between his eyes. In all of the time he spent destroying his own home, he had neglected to get anything to eat!


        Licking his lips, Iron hugged his monstrous cock and brought the tip of it to his mouth, feeling his cum tube swell with seed as he took a good portion of his shaft into his greedy maw, feeling his own spunk travelin into his mouth and down his throat, plastering the walls of his jaws with seed, as well as his tongue. People standing entire blocks away could see the giant horny coyote suck his own schlong, smiling as his tongue whipped out from the corners of his mouth to lick his shaft, nearly a dozen gallons every minute or so of his own spooge traveling down his throat and filling his belly up, making it warm and swell outwards a bit. His own gluttony was seen as his stomach rounded out and squashed against his shaft, filling with all that his balls had to offer. Before long, just the continuous licking and suckling of his own shaft caused him to blow his load again, his balls swinging back and forth between his calves as his cock bulged outwards, releasing his third collective load of cum directly into his jaws, causing his torso to bulge outwards even further, inflating Iron with his own spooge until his belly ballooned outwards and he couldn’t take another drop, letting his massive cock swing out of his jaw and bounce chaotically out of his sheath, spreading hundreds of gallons of his own cum across the neighborhood, starting to flood the streets around him. Even with his protein filled feast, the coyote was still filled with the insatiable urge to grow, to crush his surroundings in the most lewd ways possible just to get bigger. He started jogging down the street, feeling houses demolished under his big fuzzy pawpads, tearing down structure after structure with ease as he kicked through the houses surrounding him with the ease of kicking a football. By the time he reached the end of his street, he had created an entire path of crushed houses behind him, demolished structures and an entire river of his own spooge that shot out of his cock and high into the air, landing in massive globules behind him. The eighty foot tall coyote was only getting started, however, as his infinite lust for expansion was barely satiated at that point. Turning to his right, there was an entire downtown area to take himself to, and with his belly sloshing and full of spooge, he had a lot of exercise to do before that would go away.


        Each step Iron took thrust him forward nearly fifty feet, making travel easy as a few miles of distance was condensed into only ten minutes. His cock swung above his head, tilting left and right in rhythm to his steps. Before long, nearly one hundred feet of coyote was standing in front of the outskirts of the downtown area, looking over the massive buildings in front of him with one goal - to grow.


        Kicking cars and small structures out of his way as if they were sand between his massive fuzzy toes, Iron stood face to face with a cluster of skyscrapers rising high into the sky, the tallest one nearly four times his own height. He licked his lips, his belly starting to flatten out as he continued to grow. Wrapping his paws around one of the shorter skyscrapers, he felt his fingers dig into the concrete structure and start to tear it from the ground, ripping the skyscraper from it’s foundation carefully until he held the massive pillar in his paws, freed from the ground to do what he wanted with. Pressing harder, he watched the two vantage points he had on the building crumble, and the skyscraper fell apart around his feet, creating massive piles of concrete and glass that only furthered his growth. The coyote only grew more aroused as he looked at the massive pool of cum surrounding him, flooding the downtown area with thousands of gallons of his own spooge, filling the metropolitan area with the heavy scent of sex and manhood. Iron grew past two hundred feet tall as he tore through a couple more skyscrapers, all in the progress of working towards the massive banking building that towered four hundred feet over the rest of the town. He could see miles in any direction, massive forests and neighborhoods that were pawns in his operation to become a true giant, his hyperphallic cock throbbing and growing before his very eyes as it towered over his own head. 


        The chocolate furred macro grabbed the last skyscraper in the town, grunting and wincing as he started to shake it and tear it out of the ground. Massive water pipes beneath his feet started shooting into the air, soaking his ankles in cold liquids. After nearly ten minutes of straining his lean muscles to tear the establishment from the ground, he stumbled backwards as it shot into the air between his hands, the first few floors falling out from underneath the bottom of the skyscraper. Licking his lips, Iron shifted his hands to hold the bottom of the skyscraper and raised it high above his head, positioning the bottom of the concrete structure over the top of his eager canid shaft, bringing it down and relishing in the feeling of his shaft stuffing the skyscraper tight, cum shooting out of the windows as he lifted the shell of the building up and down on his cock, feeling his balls swell further as they started to brush against the ground. Each one of his monstrous cum balloons was nearly eighty feet across, he could practically sit on them with no issue if he wanted. He could feel his own shaft starting to break through the walls of the skyscraper, nowhere near the tip, but growing much wider than the girth of the square building. As Iron felt his balls tighten up, he let out a massive roar that echoed for miles, falling backwards on his rump and viciously raising and lowering the skyscraper over his rigid member, squashing his balls between his feet as they ballooned outwards, the fuzzy orbs rolling over hundreds of square feet in the city. Finally, the skyscraper around his distended dog cock crumbled, leaving the four hundred feet of bright red, twitching cock to release a torrent of spooge into the air, traveling up and arcing downwards as ropes of cloudy spunk came down on his face and body, as well as the area around him. His legs grew stiff and his feet pushed against the ground, pushing further and further as his body tried to keep up with the amount of property he was crushing, that little advertisement on his laptop having turned the coyote into a macro beast. 


        As Iron’s orgasm died down nearly thirty minutes later, he rose to his feet once again, licking the cum from his lips and looking around at the destruction he had wrought, the entire city having been turned into nothing more than a crater of destroyed buildings and cum, his nostrils filled with the burning scent of his own seed. He turned around to look over the increasingly shrinking landscape, the yote growing bigger and bigger compared to his surroundings. Whereas before he was more concerned about breaking everything in his living room, he had just crushed an entire city between his toes and still hungered for more, was still filled with the insatiable lust to continue his endless expansion, and there were still plenty of towns around him that he hadn’t gotten to flood with his own cum!


        Iron continued his jolly jog towards another town, almost tripping over his balls the entire way there. His package was truly massive compared to his body, nearly six hundred feet of bright dog cock swinging between his legs. It was too heavy to stand completely upright, and swung facing outwards, away from his body, rather than right in his eyesight. The coyote bounded mile after mile, highways and forests crushed underneath his paws as Iron surpassed a thousand feet tall, his head towering high over the world beneath him. Every step he took rendered another crater in the ground, the canine bigger than any Earthling construction within hundreds of square miles, but that wasn’t enough. He needed to be truly massive! There were still skyscrapers that he hadn’t crushed, there was still a massive country around him that was just waiting to become fuel for his lewd, horny growth! Iron was growing nearly a meter every second, his cock growing a bit faster as it continued to extend from his body, dripping hundreds of gallons of precum over everywhere he traveled. The coyote condensed miles of distance into a few dozen steps, watching in glee as his balls swung between his feet and brushed against the ground, bouncing with every step as they surged bigger with thousands of gallons of his own musky seed, just waiting to be released on the area below. Despite the amount of times that Iron had came, he still lusted for more, as if he wouldn’t be able to get rid of the underlying sense of arousal until he had fucked everything in his path, having an overwhelming need to get off as many times as possible!


        In the middle of the coyote’s macro sex romp, he finally tripped thanks to the mass in front of him and fell on the ground, hard. His cock was sandwiched between him and the earth, spurting with pre that started to pool around the tip of his phallus. Where most people would be in pain from the sudden fall, he only grew hornier from the stimulation of the ground caving in beneath his cock, and started to hump the earth below him as if there was no tomorrow. His entire body quaked and quivered with the pleasure emanating from his shaft as it bulged and lifted him off the ground, massive ropes of precum shooting hundreds of feet away from his cock as he continued to grow, his toes digging into the ground far behind him and leaving giant trenches as they pushed further outwards. Looking forward, Iron noticed that he had traveled far enough to reach the east coast of the country, which was only a dozen miles away from him to begin with. This revelation made Iron realize how far he had traveled in only a few hours since he started growing, making him even more proud of his macro feats. He looked up, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth as he reached forward and lifted a massive cargo ship out from the water, taking both hands just to hold its entirety. It was nearly a thousand feet long, a couple hundred feet long than his own shaft, but that was no issue. He dug a claw into one side of the boat, feeling the steel and metal composites bend beneath his fingernail enough to create a lewd hole in the rear end of the boat, his own personal marine fuckhole. 


        Everyone around the pier gazed up in the sky to watch the mammoth coyote bring the tremendous cargo ship down on his cock, utilizing another inanimate object as a fleshlight as he thrust into it time and time again, a mixture of seawater and spooge covering his shaft and leaking onto the ground around him, flooding into the ocean and polluting the nearby beach area. Iron panted, his tongue releasing a volley of saliva all around him that crashed into the ground, creating massive puddles of his own spit that covered buildings and streets alike. He tumbled forward onto his cock, violently humping the empty metal shell as he lubed it up perfectly with spooge, furiously grinding his shaft and the cargo ship into the ground as he treated it brutally, expanding further outwards as the massive plates of metal started to bend outwards around his animalistic member. As Iron continued to violate the boat, he had effectively turned it into a massive hole in the ground, humping it against the earth time and time again until anyone watching would simply see a giant, dark brown dog fucking the earth. His balls slapped the ground with every thrust, ballooning between his legs as it lifted them off the ground, covered in his own spooge that had spurted out of the various structures he had fucked over the course of the day. Beneath the ground, the thousand foot long tanker had ripped apart around his shaft, and Iron proceeded to make love to the earth beneath him, raising his hips into the air and slamming them back down as his cock surpassed a thousand feet long, as tall as its coyote owner. With balls the size of cities between his legs, there was no telling when Iron would stop, or if he would ever want to. 


        Before long the coyote had finished his romp with the destroyed boat in the ground, filling up the hole with cum as it sprayed out from the space between earth and schlong and spread in waves over the surrounding area, covering entire square miles in a layer of splooge that wouldn’t be coming out any time soon. He quickly got to his feet, wrapping his paws around the sides of his tremendous ballsack and lifting it up so he wouldn’t trip over it, the sensation of his massive orbs being stretched and pushed almost bringing him to another climax. He decided to do a quick jog across the countryside, each step turning another neighborhood to dust and sending him into a growth frenzy. Two thousand feet was succeeded by three, each inch of height was meaningless to Iron as his goal was significantly higher than such puny measurements. Every minute seemed to bring a couple hundred more feet of growth, his cock truly massive compared to his body as it swung back and forth in front of the globetrotter. Iron would stop from time to time, looking over the land around him as it shrunk smaller and smaller underneath him. As he surpassed a mile tall, he could start to see the curvature of the earth from his vantage point, the planet starting to grow slightly small in comparison to the beast of a canine. He would travel across lands close and far, sitting down and fondling his balls, stroking his cock until he reached another mind-shattering orgasm that would flood miles upon miles of land around him, giant seas of cum in his wake. No military might or air force could stop Iron as he brought any opposition to its knees faster than they could send reinforcements, the coyote roaring in a mixture of lust and greed, finding infinite power in the small advertisement he had clicked the night before. Every step, every cum covered, squishy foot brought down upon the lands would be a stick in the fire that caused him to expand. And Iron just kept racking up mile after mile of expansion! Before long he knew it would be impossible to continue walking around with such a massive package, he reached up and felt the upper portion of his shaft, admiring it’s bright pink hue and red veins that covered his length. Just a single blink of his amber eyes would create gusts of wind powerful enough to send flocks of birds in the sky astray and part cloud structures, millions of gallons of water vapor in the air scattering and falling to the ground in hurricane patterns that met cities that normally wouldn’t get big quantities of rain to begin with.        
        
        “Yes!” Iron yelled, his voice heard across multiple nations. “Fuel my growth! Make me the biggest coyote that the world will have the pleasure to see - unf - make me truly massive!” He felt his cock surge forward in approval, the giant red tool swinging in front of him large enough to render entire provinces nothing more than piles of rubble underneath it. Iron surged further upwards, his height brushing against the heavens as the ground beneath him was rendered smaller and smaller, the ol’ planet Gaia becoming nothing more than a pawn in his chaotic need for growth. It excited him, it turned the normally reserved coyote into a lust filled, hyper aroused and hyper cocked beast, bent on becoming bigger and bigger until there was nothing around him that could make him bigger. The sensation of being hundreds of miles in the air dizzied Iron, watching as the ground beneath him grew further and further away. At that point, he decided to give up on his running adventure and simply lie back on his balls, which in relation to him were like a giant fuzzy beanbag. Leaning back, he felt his rump squish against his cum filled spheres and his shaft bulged. The pressure on his testicles caused another storm of cum to rain over the lands, the coyote sitting on his balls like a chair and pointing his cock directly above him, opening his maw to take shot after shot of his own spooge into his mouth, letting the salty sweet taste and scent cover him and pool around him, each ocean's worth of cloudy fluid making the situation increasingly chaotic and erotic. The countryside was rendered tiny compared to his mass. Even if Iron had a change of heart, if the horny coyote wanted for even a moment to stop growing, there would be nothing to allow that to happen. He had already spent so much time wreaking havoc across the countryside, turning entire provinces and states to rubble and burying his cock in the ground again and again, creating giant pockets of cum in the Earth with every ground fuck, that his growth would continue whether he liked it or not. Just feeling his ears brush another mile into the air caused his feet to swell outwards, crushing the ground underneath him and making him bigger! That’s why he relished it, he wanted more than anything to become bigger. No macro size was enough for the yote as he towered hundreds of miles into the air, scraping past a thousand miles with nothing in his way to cease the havoc he was creating. Iron leaned forward and started scooting across the countryside, feeling his massive pendulous balls brush the east coast while the tip of his cock leaked copious amounts of precum into the west coast. 
        Slowly, the giant coyote rose to his feet once more, his legs spread wide by his giant squishy balls as he waddled forward, across the Pacific Ocean and into eastern continents like Asia and Europe. Finally the coyote ended up in nepal, over two thousand miles in the air as he looked down upon his prize. Mount Everest. Of course the mountain was too small to take his cock at that point, but it was still the biggest land mass that he could find, and considering he had nothing better to do than continue his growth, Iron slammed down on the ground around him, his cock rubbing the tip of the comparatively tiny mountain as he rose his hips high in the air, gripping the ground hundreds of miles away, tearing through the ground like paper in his fingers. Iron surged even larger, thousands of miles tall and only getting bigger. In only a few minutes he would rival the size of the entire planet! He brought the tip of his bright red pecker to the ground, thrusting into it for one last round of sex as he proceeded to violently hump the planet, sending shockwaves through the tectonic plates that rippled and cracked through the ground. He thrusted again, his cock brushing through the molten Earth’s core like it were a warm gooey sex toy, ripping through the planet. Eventually, Iron outgrew the planet itself, gripping onto the tiny blue marble it proceeded to get smaller and smaller in his hands. His cock ripped through the other side of the planet, nearly nine thousand miles long on a seven thousand mile tall coyote. Eventually, his balls were so pent up and eager to blow that they shook and quaked, knocking the moon far out of orbit as his shaft bulged obscenely, the first few ropes of spooge launching far into the solar system, drenching planets like Mercury and Venus in only a few seconds. Iron continued to expand and increase in size, roaring in arousal and demanding the solar system be brought to the knees for his own lusty devices.


        “Yes! Oh God yes!” He screamed, feeling Earth crumble away in his paws, chunks of the cum-soaked planet flying away from him. “Let this entire solar system be fuel to my growth - every planet soaked in my abundant seed! F-fuck! It feels so good!” He wrapped both arms around his giant cock, feeling thousands upon thousands of red hot flesh surge outwards and push his limbs aside, his own shaft dwarfing his body in a true display of masculinity, even though he wasn’t macro muscled, he had a cock that could put planets to shame! As the yote passed ten thousand miles in height, his cock fifteen thousand miles long and spurting millions of gallons of cum across the solar system, his eyes glimmered with satisfaction. One planet down, an entire galaxy around him to go.