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PART 3: Powerful Rumblings

The colossi, particularly those of the C.W.L., were world-renowned for having intensely, preposterously, unfathomably huge everything: muscle mass, egos, appetites, bank accounts, sex drives. And heaven knows their emissions are just as legendary. When your body intakes food by the multi-ton, that's going to fuel an equivalently hefty level of metabolic processes. Colossi need their own special cavernous bathrooms with equipment that can handle them. Your average urinal is not going to adequately handle a 10+ foot dick pissing with pressure ­­harder than a fire hydrant, and your average toilet seat is probably too small to even cover a fraction of their behemoth butt holes. It was an entire booming industry keeping their big bodies fueled, clean, and satisfied. Any professional colossus attendant can attest that their farts are BIG and they are POWERFUL.

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And my opponent had apparently been holding back and building up that unbelievable power for a while now.

"Oh, baby, listen to that music little man," Apollo crooned with an air of pride over the sounds of his roaring insides, "I made sure to fuel up real good tonight, just for you."
He started flexing his towering 18-pack stomach with divine levels of control. Vertical waves, horizontal waves. Vacuumed in obscenely tight, bulging out obscenely far. At one point he even started flexing his abs in alternating checkerboard patterns. The godly glistening mounds performed feats that no normal abs could ever perform, once more assaulting me with spritzes of sweat and blasts of air from the sheer intensity of their flexing force. And all this guttural activity spurred his insides to gurgle deeper, harder, and louder than ever. You'd swear that multiple packs of tigers and lions were battling in there.

"Ready for your date with my glutes, pipsqueak?"

Without thinking, I nodded eagerly. What I wanted did not, and had not, ever truly mattered, but I was ready and excited for whatever dominating act this demigod had in store for me. Apollo smiled wide and chuckled. I think, even though I was his personal plaything tonight, knowing I was legitimately into it pleased him.
Up until now I was extremely distracted by the smorgasbord of monolithic, pumped up beef and dick going on with his front half, but it was only after my handsome captor had mentioned his backside that I came to realize I could actually see some of it from here. On each side of side of his long, lean, rippling abdominal wall I could see a massive, monumental boulder of tush meat.

And then, quite abruptly, I was dropped. My body was hit with a rush of cold as the toasty, cozy confines of the previously clenched fist released me into open air. This cold feeling was extremely short-lived; the air around was still baking in the excessive body heat radiating from Apollo's sweltering muscles.

I bounced off the base of his broad cock, experiencing, all too briefly, the velvety soft touch of his abundant and luscious pubic hair. I then managed to briefly bounce off the hyper-tense, nearly invisible string of fabric that was Apollo's STILL intact speedo with a cartoonishly audible 'TWA-AN-AN-ANG.' And finally, I landed on the rumbling, roiling, pent-up powerhouse that was his left testicle. I rolled and rolled down the smooth sweaty hillside until finally making contact with the mat for the first time in ages. It took me a moment to shake off my disorientation and get back on my feet... only to be immediately knocked back off of them.

BOOM! THOOM! DOOM! BOOM!

The deafening thunder of Apollo's footfalls once more filled the air and quaked throughout the arena. For the first time since the match started, he was changing positions, turning around. Every bulging mound on his body jostled and jiggled and put on a show for crowds, who had begun chanting his wrestling name.

"Apoc-o-lypse! Apoc-o-lypse! Apoc-o-lypse! Apoc-o-lypse!"

This big lug was basked in every bit of it. The only thing swelling bigger in this ring than his sputtering 20-foot hard on was his ego. And speaking of his steel-hard redwood, he made sure to give it an extra hard flex for his adoring fans. With throbbing cable veins it sent out a robust blast of precum hard enough to finally reach his thirsty fans in the splash zone seats who had been waiting patiently for their chance. Several dozen people were drenched from head to toe in his potent colossus nectar. Its intoxicating reek would linger on them for days, leaving them perpetually horned up. Most would wind up never wash those clothes again, as a memento.

THOOM! BOOM! DOOM! THOOM!

With his last few steps, Apollo was in position. He had gone out of his way to step on me again during the last few steps and was taking a moment to savor my renewed incapacitation, awkwardly wedged under his right foot. My body was completely pancaked under the sole while my head was wedged firmly between his big and second toes. I lapped at the walls around me like an eager puppy. His sweat was downright addicting, its potency flooding my system with virile energy. Apollo must have felt my appreciation, giving my head a few playful squeezes and chuckling before scraping me off his foot onto the mat like dirt from a well-used boot. He threw in a small kick for good measure (well, small for him) that knocked me back to the far side of the ring, landing with a sweat-dampened splat. I remained in my semi-flattened state awhile before popping back to my usual self, and was promptly greeted with a most majestic sight.

There it was, in all its glory, the back half of Apollo Rexford.

Any sign that my opponent had a head was gone. It had been completely eclipsed by a massive wall of rock-solid neck flesh. His back was beyond jaw-dropping. It just... it just seemed to keep on going. Taking up my entire horizontal view and beyond, dozens upon dozens of feet of ridiculously bulging, superbly sculpted muscles. Every single one stood out thick, monstrous, and defined, though the towering v-shape of his lats stood out most of all. It was like looking down at the peaks and valleys of the countryside from an airplane; a tapestry of perfect bulk.

Below that was the current star of the show, his bodacious butt. It was, even for a colossus of his size and girth, freaking BIG. Suddenly it made sense that Apollo's prodigious pectorals hadn't sent him toppling forward tonight; all this juggernaut junk in his titanic truck had been counterbalancing the whole time. Describing them as boulders earlier was downright insulting compared to just how astoundingly thick this ass truly was. Much like his his head, Apollo's long lean middle was completely blocked; there was just too much and back beef jutting out everywhere. His lats and glutes may have actually been brushing up against one another they were all collectively so thick.

And, hot damn, Apollo's legs were just as impressive from the back. Like the colossal quads in the front, his hamstrings were downright absurd. Wide, fat, hulking cords of mass that would make the Golden Gate Bridge envious. But for as impressive as they were, his calves were something extra special. Even for colossi, calves tended to be a weak point in the physique, at least compared to the rest of them. Apollo, perhaps in an overcompensating effort, had manage to overdevelop his calves to a downright grotesque level, even by colossi standards. That is to say, they were so beautiful that I spontaneously came again at the sight of them.

"Heh, you like these fat fuckin' diamonds, shrimp?" Apollo gloated, seemingly sensing my gaze, "I refuse to let ANY part of me be weak. I pump every single fucking muscle on my perfect body every day with more weight than your feeble little brain can comprehend. I pump and I pump and I PUMP until I can't pump anymore."

Apollo stood on his thick tiptoes, and the obscene orbs flexed ferociously in kind. He began pumping out calf raises, every vein and striation in the twin terrors rapidly throbbing to the surface with stunning clarity. If it was this effortless for him to pump his own 23-ton bod, I couldn't imagine how heavy the weights he trained with must be. It was absolutely hypnotic watching the dense boulders erupt in and out, the leathery creaks of every stretching and contracting fiber filling the air. It was, in fact, so hypnotic that at first I didn't realize at first that the lighting above me had begun to rapidly dim.

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A particularly hearty noise from Apollo's belly snapped me out of my hypnosis. Was it... raining inside?? I tore my eyes away from the calves and looked up. My gaze was completely dominated by a looming curtain of tanned back meat. It was as if an entire living building was being dangled over me. The 'rain' I felt was, in fact, a torrential downpour of sweat dripping from this all-encompassing flesh ceiling above. Apollo had been gradually leaning further and further backwards with every raise of his calves. His hyper-powerful core must have been working overtime to be defying gravity the way he was.

"Nnnnnf... Runt... you have no idea how good it feels to be me," the looming monolith mused.

"You know that old saying that, for bodybuilders, pumping iron feels just like cumming?  For a colossus, that's very VERY literal. Every time I push my body even the smallest amount, my muscles are absolutely flooded with pleasure. My calves feel like they're having a friggin' orgy right now."

He gave his calves an extra hard raise to emphasize his point, he let out a long, low groan of ecstasy. On the other side of his mass, his now almost vertical titanium dick throbbed intensely and gave several additional hearty shots of pre into the audience, this time so far they passed the typical 'splash zone' completely and drenched several rows of delighted patrons in the front of the upper deck.

"And as great as my muscles feel from every pump," Apollo continued, briefly biting his lip through another wave of pleasure, "They're absolutely nothing compared to when I have a REAL orgasm. Colossus orgasms are addicting, little man. I normally used to jerk off a dozen times a DAY. If I went off any less the build up in my system would become, just.. beyond agonizing."

His dick pelted another lucky segment of the audience. He was just barely managing to keep himself loaded hyper-bazooka in check.

"So just imagine... nNNNnnf...  how hard it is for me to hold back right now. When I've got, like... tw-two... thousand plus times my usual output absolutely b-begging to come out. It's taking everything I have in me to not drench this entire arena with spunk right here and now. My balls are so overloaded, it's like you trying to use your pathetic, puny little toothpick arms to hold up... THIS!"

With his fists at his hips, Apollo proceeded to perform a lat spread of legendary proportions. His back spread out... and out... and out... and OUT. It seemed as if there was more back muscle unfurling than was physically possible. Miniature eruptions of explosions of back bulk throbbed out at random intervals throughout the seemingly endless expanse as the whole things gradually filled out. It was hard to tell from my extreme position below, but I'm fairly certain he must have become twice as wide now as he was tall. Sweat cascaded down the human cliffside like Niagra Falls. A rolling salty sea of manly muscle, and it was about to hit me like a relentless tsunami.

With zero warning, Apollo let his leaning body fall, dead weight. For about a half-second, his entire gargantuan form was totally airborne. Darkness and bulk filled my view in all directions. The biggest man-made quake of the evening (so far) rocked the arena with a deafening, outrageous:

GUH-THOOOOOOOOooOoOoooOoOoooOOOOOOOOOM!!

45,550 pounds of pure he-man slammed down on me as if I had been directly under a skyscraper demolition. Apollo's bloated behemoth balls, which had swung upward from the initial momentum, provided a smaller but nonetheless impressive boom when they landed shortly thereafter. It took a full minute for the intense shock of the impacts to finish making their way through the arena.

Underneath the demigod's impossibly wide back, darkness and silence once more enveloped me, my senses again bombarded with the rhythms of Apollo's body. Although, this time the storming rage of his guts had the upper hand in volume compared to his heaving breaths and booming heartbeat. I think I was the flattest I had ever been, beyond a pancake levels and boarding on paper thin. A normal man would most certainly be a splattered mess right now. Apollo's back muscles, much like my previous crushings, had their own uniquely enticing smell. Unfortunately, I was simply too powerfully pinned by sheer tonnage to open my mouth and sample a taste this time.

"Hehehehe..." Apollo snickered in satisfaction, "Betcha thought that was pretty intense, didn't ya, little speck? Well, that was nothing. Just gravity doing its job. Simple stuff. If you thought that was impressive, you're going to be REALLY impressed when my ass slams down on you with some actual damn effort put into it."

Relaxing his lat spread, Apollo pulled his arms backwards as he began to climb back up to his monstrous feet, his back muscles all collectively crunching inward. Since I was already plastered to his lats like a miniscule used bandage, I was instantly crumpled up somewhere in the grandiose canyons that formed. With all his ridiculously proportioned muscles fighting for space during every movement, it took a considerable effort for Apollo to get back up. I think he must have been deliberately taking his sweet time too, making sure to throw in some extra, unnecessary crunches of his back just for the fun of it.

"While I'd love to keep having fun smooshing you into a little patty in oh so many different ways, weakling," Apollo lamented, "I think we've kept this tease going on long enough. I'm gonna give you your first present now so we can get... NnnnNNNNnngh..."

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As his inside thundered, Apollo's cock simultaneously lurched extra hard, this time sending out several bullets of pre so far they almost reached the top row. A few dozen people really got their money's worth up in the cheap seats tonight.

"...S-so we can get to tonight's main event, heh heh heh..."

Apollo made a hard, quick, squeeze and spread of his back with enough intensity to fire me out of the crevice I was occupying with the force of a bullet. I landed hard on the mat, looking like a human accordian from the one-two punch of being flattened and repeatedly crunched.

"But first let's get you back into shape, you little scrap. Drone! Bring him over."

A unique drone with a toy-like extending claw hovered down from the surrounding group and clamped down on my flat foot, peeling me off effortlessly like a human sticker. I was extremely disoriented, but I felt myself being quickly flown around to Apollo's front side.

He snagged between his fingers. Gosh, they were huge and thick. I could probably eat a multi-course dinner on just his pinky nail. These were fingers that could bend steel girders like spaghetti. He vigorously shook me for a few seconds. My vision was a chaotic blur of colors before - POP! - I was right as rain. Without any delay I was handed right back to the drone, which held me up by the collar of my singlet and gave me a significant wedgie.

"Put him right in the middle of the ring, I've gotta be precise for this," he warned my robotic escort.

I savored my brief airborne view of Apollo on the way back. Damn, he was just... SO tall. SO wide. SO thick. The sheer over-the-top levels of his proportions were jaw-dropping, especially now that I was seeing him from the side for the first time. Muscles battling muscles battling muscles for space. There was never a moment when every individual mound of bulk wasn't tensely pressing up against another for supremacy. He had the most extreme example of an 'hourglass' physique possible. He had such an absurdly small waist size compared to his shoulders and thighs, but you could barely even see his steel-carved middle at all with his other ballooning extremities covering it from most angles. Monstrous masses sticking out so much farther than you'd ever expect. Between his jutting jugs and his prodigious posterior, he might be as thick as he is tall! And that's not even counting his cock and balls.

The helecoptor tour of my opponent came to an all-too-early end as the drone unceremoniously dumped me off in the dead center of the ring. I sat on the mat while the back half of Apollo once more intimidatingly loomed over me, waiting for its prey to be set in position.

"Don't you move a damn muscle, small fry," he commanded, excitement in his voice, "Just leave all the muscle moving to the man with actual muscles. Just sit back, relax, and prepare your scrawny little baby bod for the most powerful and explosive ass crushing of your microscopic life."

Apollo proceeded to squat.

I got a brief glimps of his scrumptious butthole before his entire lower body exploded in fantastical surge of mass, his ass and legs springing into fully flexed life. Another round of shockwaves washed over the spectators as the air between each muscle group was crushed into oblivion. A continuous quaking once more rocked the arena as uncontainable power radiated out of every sinew. My mouth hung open as his hulking toes dug into the mat and he squeezed more and more power into his botton half, everything from the waist down multiplying in size. The already jacked-up diamonds of his calves somehow managed to become even more disproportionately thick, bursting out obscenely. His quads were flooding with bulk, dozens of feet in every direction, putting the worlds biggest trees to shame. Every individual striation in his glutes were fully visible as the bean-shaped demons grew hardest of all, jutting out twice as far as before. Sweat poured  hard over every inch and some even evaporated into steam as his legs turned flaming crimson. And, carrying the brunt of all this growing mass, I watched in awe as his feet multiplied in outrageous musclarity as well. I swear I could see the soles of each foot developing their own rock-hard eight packs.

When all this raging tension seemed like it was reaching it's absolute zenith...

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!

He jumped.

I was pressed down into the mat by the ensuing force, left looking upwards at the skybound mountain that would be coming back down upon me in a few moments. Hundereds and hundreds of feet up into the air of the cavernous stadium, Apollo launched vertically like a humanoid missile. Camera flashes went off like mad in the stands as everyone tried to capture the sight of this otherworldly beast soaring. Throughout his ascent, Apollo's cock had been pumping out pre like a sprinkler, gifting rows and rows of patrons the honor of his ambrosia. But, what goes up must come down, and gravity eventually won out against the power that leg launch had valiantly put forth. Apollo switched from jumping position to a curled, ass-down crash position. When his ascent reached its apex, time seemed to freeze. He floated there in the air for a fraction of a second... and then Apollo became a colossus comet. A meteor of muscle. A veritable ass-teroid aimed squarely at me and gaining velocity very fast. As he reached terminal velocity, I'm pretty sure he may have even gained a fiery trail from rocketing down through the atmosphere so fast. I licked my lips in anticipation of this divine gift, obeying my commands and staying firmly in place as I watched his butt grow from a tiny circle in the distance to an all-encompassing sphere with unfathomable speed.

DUH-THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM-DOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

The impact Apollo's ass and balls created this time made the previous landing feel like the gentle flaps of butterfly wings. The gigantic, sprawling wrestling ring, reinforced thousands of times over to withstand impacts from the the world's biggest colossi, sunk downward far enough to make all four turnbuckles bend for a moment. The booming sound, blustering wind, and potent aftershocks of the landing left every person there disoriented, regardless of their distance from the epicenter. Even several guards standing outside the specially-designed, shock-absorbing arena had felt the power ripple out. For several straight minutes, there was an eerie silence as the thousands and thousands of people in the crowd recovered. But that silence gradually dissipated, exponentially replaced with the loudest cheers and praise for their beloved giant yet.

Apollo sat there in the middle of the ring, his almighty ass indented firmly into the material of the strained mat, looking extremely happy with the display he put on and the resulting praise. His legs were splayed to either side, hugging his rumbling, overstuffed nuts closely. He closed his eyes and took several long, deep, satisfied breath. He smiled smugly and drank in all the adoration of his fans, posing his upper massive body with revitilized gusto with the manly growls and grunts of a victorious warrior.

Underneath said warrior, I lay snuggly wedged betwixt the bodacious boulders of his big perfect ass. I don't think I could possibly be more deeply wedgied into those titanic globes if we tried. My entire body, from head to toe, had flawelessly conformed to the indentations of his butt crevice; you'd swear the big guy had me tattoed on there. Whether by fate or by Apollo's aim being as superhuman as his strength, my face was perfectly positioned in the dead center of his enormous butthole. The tiniest patch of fabric from his tortured speedo was all that separated my nose from being directly consumed by a meaty vortex bigger than a jumbo trash can lid. It was twitching quite violently, as though holding back something... powerful.

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"Heheheheheh," Apollo chuckled sinisterly, "Hell yeah, you're finally in just the right spot. Time to let this huge sucker loose. Hrrrrrrrrrrrgh..."

As the colossus began to grunt low and deep, his butthole twitched much more violently. Apollo's bowels rumbled with a clamorous gurgling as an equally vociferous rumbling filled the air anew from the outrageous pressure being held back. Contorting his body, he clenched his ass cheeks hard, locking me in place and sandwiching me even more tightly into the angry sphincter. His glutes regained the extreme, hyper-striated, mega-flexed size they had achieved from his earlier squat, lifting him several feet up from the indent in the mat. It became absolutely sweltering between the burning cheeks as the muscles flared. The rumbling grew more and more extreme with each passing second. It seemed like every time Apollo shook the foundations with his body's power, he always seemed to outdo himself. He was vibrating so intensely that he appeared blurry to the audience.

"Fart! Fart Fart! Fart!" the fans cheered.

"HrrrrRRRrrgh... R-ready or not, you pitiful SQUIRT... hhhNNNngh... t-time to experience... a REAL MAN'S FART! HNNNNNGH!!!"

Contorting his face, clenching his whole form, and pushing with the power only a colossus can produce, Apollo's asshole erupted on a cataclysmic scale.

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A wind more powerful than history's strongest hurricanes exploded forth from the muscular man hole my nose was directly pressed against for the next ten uninterrupted minutes. A continuous onslaught of pent up hyper-focused gas pelted my resilient little jobber face in a solid jetstream, never once wavering in intensity. The sound that angrily roared from his gargantuan glutes was deeper and louder than I can possibly describe. If every tuba on the planet was blown into at the same time in the same room toward the same spot, it wouldn't compare to the gale eminating from Apollo during that lengthy stretch. Surprisingly... it didn't really smell particularly bad? The musk pelting my being throughout those ten minutes was similar to what I had smelled while crushed up against the different sweaty parts of Apollo's body. I had a feeling that colossi bodies infused just about everything they produced with their manly, intoxicating pheremones. The only thing more surprising was the fact that I was managing to breathe at all.

Between flexing his butt muscles so hard and releasing of all the pent up pressure, Apollo colossus body was in ecstacy. His face was bright red, veins in his temples throbbing, nostrils flared, teeth clenched. But the expression in his eyes and the clenching of his toes was that of someone feeling orgasmic bliss. He wasn't truly popping off yet, he was still just barely managing to hold his balls at bay, but his pre was wildly sputtering off stronger than ever and his ornery obelisk was ferociously and violently pulsating.

Toward the last stretch of this ultimate fart, Apollo doubled down on his clench and the pressure of the blast skyrocketed. The force became so powerful that it began to slowly lift his entire body off the ground. He may well have launched himself airborne a second time if he didn't weight quite so many tons and have his loaded balls acting as personal sandbags.

As the titantic toot finally began to wane in its final moments, the drop-off in pressure caused his body to land from six feet up, adding one more bonus ass slam to the evening's festivities. Apollo, looking relieved and satisfied, finally unclenched his glutes and the last lingering wave of gas shot me away from his butthole and flat against the mat at the edge of his crack like a wine cork.

The colossus was panting, recovering from the effort of keeping that clench going and that blast releasing for so long.

"F-f-frick... *huff huff* ...that felt fantastic. But that was... *huff*... still just a fraction what I've got in store for you, little man. N-now that your 'little' present is out of the way... *huff*... I think it's time... hnnNNngh... *huff huff*... for your 'big' present...

Leaning forward onto his jutting junk, Apollo reached back and peeled me from the edge of his ass crack. I felt like a piece of popcorn being plucked from under someone at a movie theater, but I moreso resembled a human door-stop at this point. I was still very much shaped like the wedge in his butt from the ass impact, albeit with my head bent and my hair blown back from the force of a dozen tornados going off in my face for ten minutes.

"Hmmmmm... I COULD let the pump drone sort you out again, but I think this time I should do the honors. You've gotten a facefull of my butt tonight, I think it's only fair I return the favor," the big guy teased, smiling and brandishing bedroom eyes.

The generous giant, holding me gingerly between two fingers like a cigarette, pressed his colossus lips up to the flattened area of my wedged form where my ass was. First he gave it several tender kisses, and then began to gently blow. Well, as 'gently' as someone with lungs his size could; the force of a simple breath from a colossus was still like having multiple air compressors filling me in unison. Unlike the drone's air, Apollo's breath was warm and - like everything else about him - I had a feeling laced with more pheremones. I felt a surge of energy and desire flood my system along with hot air, and in a few blinks I had popped back anew.

"Now then, my puny little damange sponge, it's time for your big, big, BIG present. I've been saving up and planning for this exact moment for months and months and MONTHS..."

He harshly pressed me up against the base of his dick, which throbbed extra hard with his emphasized wordsx. It was absolutely stifling to the touch and the sweat was pouring off of him harder than ever. The rumbling began to overtake again, similar to when he nearly lost control of his dick at the start of the match. I think it had grown again from the stimuli of his 'little' present, because a solid two dozen feet of redwood-thick flesh, decorated with a road map of fat, throbbing veins, loomed upward and out of sight past the edge of his overshadowing boobs. The massive purpled head was leaking pre like a faucet at this point. His balls were undulating and churning in anticipation of their long-needed relief, moving with minds of their own.The potent musk of his dong put all the smells before to shame - it was like breathing in pure sex. I let loose immediately. I'd long since lost count how many times that makes tonight.

"I am ready to fucking ravish you. I am ready to flood you. I am ready to DECIMATE you. And then when we're done, do it again and again and AGAIN. Are you ready to feel the power of muscles that could bench this entire stadium piston-slamming your tender, tight little butt at full force?" the Apocalypse crooned seductively.

"Are you ready to experience the biggest dick you'll ever see at the most pent-up and explosive it has ever been? Are you ready, in front of this massive audience and all these cameras, to lose your virginity to the manliest he-man you'll ever meet in your jobber career?"

I didn't know how he found out I was still a virgin, but before I could answer, a voice even deeper than Apollo interrupted.

"He'd better be, because the manliest he-man has just arrived."

The smug confidence and ravenous lust in Apollo's face was almost instantly replaced with a scowl of fury and confusion as he recognized the owner of that voice.

GUH-DOOOOOOOOOOM! GUH-THOOOOOOOOOOM!
GUH-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! GUH-DOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Enormous feet again rattled the rafters as a colossus entered through the extra-tall, extra-wide entryway for the second time that night. Feet even larger and beefier than Apollo's. The feet of the biggest, heaviest, strongest wrestler in the the Colossus Wrestling League. The #1 to Apollo's #2 who had been on hiatus for the last two full seasons. A former yokozuna of the colossus sumo wrestling tournaments of Japan, standing undefeated his entire tenure. Winner of multiple 'World's Strongest Colossus' competitions. One of the single largest and most handsome living things on the planet had just arrived:  Kenichi "The Kaiju" Honda.

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PART 4: Apocalyptic Eruption

"Laaaaaaaadies aaaaaaaaaand gentlemen!" the announcer returned over the loudspeakers after his notably lengthy absence.

"Making his surprise return after two full years away from the C.W.L..."

The crowd was going absolutely mad. In an evening of continuous out-performances, they somehow managed to cheer and scream louder, and with more passionate adoration, than they had all night.

"Standing at an unbelievable 35 feet, 5 inches and tipping the scales when last weighed at an unfathomably heavy, league record weight of 133,427 pounds: Kenichiiiiiiiii 'The Kaiju' Honda!"

GUH-DOOOOOOOOOOOOM! GUH-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
GUH-THOOOOOOOOOOOM! GUH-DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Apollo had released his grip pressing me into the base of his mighty cock. I rolled gently into his pillowy soft bush of golden pubic hair. The musky tuft was so soft it made velvet feel like sandpaper. I quickly composed myself from the tumble and crawled out far enough along the sweaty, pulsing runway of dong to catch my first glimpse of the behemoth responsible for those new thunderous footfalls. What I saw made me immediately bust a nut in my singlet for the umpteenth time that evening. I didn't have any actual nut left to bust after being tapped dry by Apollo so many times, but it certainly wasn't the last uncontrollable dry orgasm I was going to have that night. Not by a long shot.

For this entire match I had been overwhelmed by the sheer hyper-masculine power radiating from the one-man army known to his fans as Apocalypse. Ten-thousand average bodybuilders put together could not have compared to his sheer awe-inspiring dominant machismo. Hell, even most other colossi paled in comparison. A towering skyscraper of pure testosterone. A monolithic mountain of solid muscle. A roaring hurricane of sexual superiority. A man among men among men. I had never in my entire life been in the presence of a male so powerful, so enormous, so handsome, or so virile. But...

The Kaiju outclassed him in every way.

Kenichi wasn't just a little bigger than Apollo. He wasn't just a lot bigger. In terms of height, mass, beauty, manliness, everything... Kenichi completely and utterly eclipsed him. If Apollo was a mountain, Ken was an entire mountain range. There was no contest whatsoever. It was almost cruel just how wide a gap there was between the the league's #1 and #2 wrestlers. Which would explain why Apollo was sporting an expression that was equal parts crestfallen, furious, aroused, and terrified this his wrestling rival had returned.

The Kaiju, true to his wrestler name, imposingly loomed above everything else in the arena. To sit in the shadow of this dominating demon was to feel like the tiniest, most insignificant and inferior speck on the planet. It was glorious. Anyone watching this spectacle from home would never truly grasp what it felt like to bask in his presence. There was almost too much of him to fully comprehend. The announcer's height statistic most definitely didn't factor in anything above the head level. In addition to being a full ten feet taller than Apollo, Kenichi's terrifyingly titanic traps would have have easily added an additional fifteen feet of solid bulk to that number.

Every overloaded inch of Kenichi Honda was on the verge of exploding with sheer overflowing, grotesquely thick hills of beef. Apollo's muscles may have been fighting for space, but Kenichi's were collectively waging an outright war on each other. His arms, constructed of staggering slabs of stratospheric sinew, were so overloaded with mass that they naturally rested at a nearly horizontal position. It was as if two fully loaded semi-trucks made of pure muscle were jutting out from each side. Each arm had a matching deltoids big enough to make the moon jealous. And those arms and delts were very, very, VERY far apart. Apollo, fully spread, was roughly twice as wide as he was tall - but Kenichi looked like he was 2.5 times wider than he was tall with his muscles completely cold. His thighs were so tremendously mega-thick that you'd swear someone had tied multiple sequoia trunks together. I was in disbelief he managed to walk at all; it didn't seem physically possible for them to get past one another. Hell, it didn't even seem like his equally overblown calves should've been able either. Yet, somehow, slowly but surely, he managed.

A significant portion of his vast horizontal area was taken up by his preposterous pecs - HOLY HELL, his PECS. The... the mass... the sheer thick, bulbous, bodacious expanse of mouth-watering pectoral mass... it was enough to make me lightheaded trying to take them all in. Row upon row hyper-striated sinew stretched across yard upon yard of flesh. The innumerable rows of ripples were like layers of rock-hard sediment on a pair of gigantic desert cliff-sides. A perfect dusting of short, curly black hairs covered both meat mounds like a meadow of machismo. If Kenichi lied down you could probably have held a football game on that field of fuzzy flesh. And they were so DEEP. Apollo's pecs had certainly been quite thick - after all, I was completely consumed by darkness and silence while stuck between them. But Kenichi's pecs looked to be so cosmically cavernous that I'd probably just vanish from existence if I dared enter their depths. The immaculate shelf of excessive tiddy hung well over twenty feet in front of him. It would have cast an all-encompassing shadow over his midsection, if another even more enormous shelf wasn't sticking out much, much further.

One particularly difference between the two colossal wrestlers stood out immediately when you compared the two, even if you ignored their sheer gap in size: Fat. While Apollo was nearly devoid of body fat and had skin tightly clinging to his thick muscles like plastic wrap, Kenichi's muscles all had a healthy layer of sumo wrestler pudge. It added an intimidating, off-season bodybuilder vibe to his already imposing mass. This was especially notable for a colossus body given their infamously super-powered metabolisms. Most colossi burned through calories so fast and efficiently that keeping even an ounce of noticeable fat on their bods was nigh on impossible. The sheer amount of calories this hungry monster must consume every day to keep all that burly chunk from immediately melting away must have been incalculable.

This made his most prominent feature all the more mesmerizing: His gut. Most normal-sized sumo wrestlers had a sizable middle, but, even adjusted to colossus scale, Kenichi's belly was ridiculously big. I think his gut girth alone may have held more mass than Apollo's entire body. It jutted out in front of him so far and so wide that you'd swear he had a second colossus clinging to him. It looked so simultaneously diamond hard and marshmallow soft. At that moment I wanted more than anything in the world to lay on that massive tummy and sink into it, floating on a sea of burly bliss. My fantasizing was cut short, as Apollo's booming voice yelled out in frustration above me.

"What the in hell's name are you doing here, Kenny?" he seethed through snarling teeth.

Kenichi paused in his descent down the lengthy runway. He had a playful smile on his jaw-droppingly beautiful face. Oh, gosh, what a face.  Imagine the most ruggedly handsome man you've ever seen. Multiply that face's handsomeness factor a dozen fold, and it would still be uglier than Kenichi. Goodness gracious, you could cut diamonds with those cheekbones. One wrong look in those dark, enchanting eyes could leave you lost in them forever. And how on Earth could anyone's chin be sculpted that perfectly rugged? His lips be that kissably plush? His jet black hair, tied back in a top knot, that luscious and silky? All that beauty nestled within a vascular sea of pec, trap, and neck meat that threatened to swallow his head entirely.

"Oh, you know, just a casual visit. Seeing how all my wrestling pals have been doing here at the playground while I've been gone, you know, heh heh..." Kenichi chuckled, giving his lesser rival a charming wink and a flawless smile.

His voice was like the softest silk caressing your ear drums. Baritone deeper than deep, infused with more charm in every syllable than any one man should be capable of producing. Sex distilled into vocal chord vibrations. I would listen to him say anything forever. If he read the phone book it would sell quintuple platinum.

Apollo's expression briefly softened along with a subtle bobbing of his Adam's apple. Even he wasn't immune to his massive rival's charming wiles. For a few moments he was just as mesmerized as the rest of us, eyes scanning over the enthralling body of the one man in the league who stood above him. But, as tantalizing as that body was, ultimately Apollo was still really really pissed off having his match crashed. A quick shake of the head and smack on the checks was all it took for him to revert right back to anger with renewed, seething vigor.

"Don't play coy with me, you overstuffed jackass, why are you really here? Interrupting MY big match? You disappear from the league for two full years without so much as goodbye to the rest of us and NOW you're gonna pop back up? Tonight, of all nights? Are you doing this purpose just to screw with me? Huh? Huh, asshole, HUH?!"

Apollo looked like he was going to explode in more ways than one. The man had been mere moments from stuffing my scrawny bod with 24 feet of roiling volcanic dick on the precipice of eruption before he had been so rudely interrupted. That weapon was ready to fire, and every second it was denied its release was only making it angrier. It was pumping out precum continuously now, every inch of its veiny surface fully lubed and ready for action while a sizable puddle formed at his feet, saturating the mat. I could hear the creaking strain of my opponent's collective muscle fibers tensing as he held back both his erection and his fury.

"Goodness gracious, no need to get testy, my spicy little friend," the larger titan playfully scolded with a soft smile.

Apollo's snarl redoubled, wincing slightly at anyone daring to call him 'little.' Undeterred, Kenichi placed his monolithic hands on his each of his equally monolithic, mile-wide hips like a scolding parent.

"If you really must know," he said, a bit of sass in his tone, "I'm here tonight to claim a rare prize that belongs to me. One I've been waiting a long, long time for. Him."

Kenichi pointed at me. Directly at tiny, microscopic, shrimpy little me gawking back up at him with my mouth agape on all fours atop Apollo's erect schlong.

"M-m-m... me?"

"Mr. Jeremy Smallwood. For some time now I've been preparing to return on the destined day that a virgin entered this sacred square. Never - not one single time - in the Colossus Wrestling League's extensive history has a jobber stepped foot in this ring a with his tender hole unfucked. You're the very first. Ever."

I wasn't sure how either wrestler had found out about my virginity. I'd always kept that juicy tidbit to myself, assuming it was something to be embarrassed over. I knew that becoming a jobber and joining the league were both big deals and would come with their fair share of attention, but it would seem I had vastly underestimated just how coveted my untapped tuckus was going to be in the full equation.

Colossi are a rarity in this world, but jobbers are even more scarce, and we're highly prized by our larger brethren because of it. For decades both physical mutations have manifested worldwide exclusively in adult men, seemingly at complete random. Neither change can be passed down, as both types of men essentially become, on a genetic level, a different species from normal humans. Despite years and years of research, scientists are no closer to figuring out how or why these phenomena started occurring than when their efforts started. It just... happens!

Colossi usually experience their first intense growth spurts around the age of 25. With this increase in size comes all the hyper-masculine superiority and physical needs a colossal body gifts and demands. The enhanced beauty, the outrageous strength and stamina, the disproportionate excess of muscle mass, the near-limitless libido, the monstrous appetite, the intoxicating pheromones, etc. These attributes all start out growing subtly, but become exponentially more explosive over the course of several years before hitting a plateau that varies from man to man. Supposedly a mere .0001% of the world's population ends up gifted with colossism. There may not be all that many of them, but their presence in our society is certainly, y'know... large. The people of this world do everything in their power to make the lives of colossi comfortable and satiated - partially out of fear, partially out of reverence, but mostly because they're all very, very hot. The whims of these enormous, powerful titans sway our infrastructure, our economy, and our culture as we both figuratively and literally build our lives around them.

A jobber experiences their transformation around the same time as a colossus, but much more abruptly. One day, a man simply wakes up and - poof - he's immune to direct physical harm and impossibly elastic. An invisible switch flips, and their lives are changed forever. The perfect indestructible ying to the colossi's overpowered yang. Upon kicking into full gear, a jobber's mutation causes them to experience an instinctive desire to sexually engage with colossi. Most colossi, who outnumber jobbers by an average of roughly 30 to 1 and are seemingly horny 24/7, are more than happy to oblige their tiny counterparts at every opportunity. In this age of instant communication most jobbers lose their virginity within 12 hours of their transformation and maintain some form of steady employment satisfying and entertaining colossus clients for the rest of their lives.

And then there's me.

I've always been a scrawny, pathetic little twig of a man. The kind of 90-pound weakling you'd see in the 'before' photo of a Charles Atlas ad. If only from afar, I had idolized larger, more muscular men my entire life. And, in a world where colossi exist, it was hard to idolize anything less. To become or to satisfy one of those beautiful mountainous deities of manliness was my one true wish. From the moment I had my sexual awakening, I hoped and prayed for years and years that, by some astronomically tiny sliver of fraction of a chance, I would be blessed with either gift by the powers that be. It utterly consumed my thoughts and I would spend hours upon hours watching hours of footage online of colossi flexing, eating, lifting, wrestling, fucking, and fuck-wrestling. Watching every single match of the C.W.L. was like a religon to me. Whenever a colossus showed up in my nowhere little home town I would drop everything to catch even the slightest glimpse of them, no matter what. As I got closer and closer to that magic birthday number 25, I got more and more excited. Everything in my life was just a meaningless distraction until that time arrived.

Alas, my 25th birthday came and went. I was restless, but there was still hope; I could just be a late bloomer, after all. During my 26th year, I could feel myself growing more desperate with each passing day. But, by age 27... I more or less gave up. It was too late. I'd lost the genetic lottery, just like everybody else I knew. Doomed to pathetic mundane mediocrity in a realm of beautiful demigods. My dreams were shattered to minuscule pieces. I spent the better part of the next decade wallowing in a personal bog of depression. I tried and failed countless times to secure a job - any job, it didn't matter how lowly - in a profession that catered to colossi so that I could at least be near them. To bask in their presence. Toilet scrubber, nail trimmer, sweat mopper; I wasn't picky. But alas, the rejection letters poured in by the dozens. Fate seemed to have decided I was truly a nothing...

But, six months ago, at the tender age of 34 and almost a full decade late... a miracle.
A statistically impossible miracle.
A rarity within the rarest of rarities.
I wasn't a late bloomer - I was a late, late, LATE bloomer.

One fateful morning, from the nanosecond my eyes fluttered open, the change hit me like a freight train. A rush of energy surged through my body, starting at my toes and tingling up to the top of my head like an electric current. I didn't look any different, but I FELT different. It's difficult to describe, but I felt... bouncier? Limber? Energized and enthusiastic. I felt INVINCIBLE, like the moon could crash down me and wouldn't leave a scratch. But, more than anything, I felt overwhelmingly and impossibly HORNY.

I don't know if my late-bloom start had given my brain a slightly longer hold of mental clarity, but I somehow didn't immediately run out and get my ass demolished by the first colossus I could get my mitts on despite the new tidal wave of hormones flooding my body. A little voice deep, deep inside me seemed to tell me that now just... wasn't the time. Not yet. Instead, my very first act as a transformed man was contacting the C.W.L.'s recruitment reps. Within the hour, I was booked! It was happening! Just like that. Supposedly I wasn't supposed to begin until next season, but my start date got mysteriously bumped forward shortly thereafter... and, well, I certainly wasn't going to argue with that!

Over the following months, I prepared and trained. I quit my old dead-end job. All I had to do was mention that I had experienced the change and they let me go without any fuss. Then I used my cash advance from the C.W.L. to buy training equipment that simulates the force and weight of a colossus's body to get used to being smooshed. I was tempted many times to give in to my instinctive lust and put my newly elasticated sexual limits to the test. I jerked off constantly to stave off the endless urges. The apps to connect with local colossi sat tantalizingly in my account's wish list, and my finger hovered over the download button more than once. But that distant voice deep, deep inside me called out over my screaming loins. Always gently pushing me, urging me to hold back just a little longer until my match. A delicate push toward the least-delicate fuck. My first time would be here, in the wrestling ring, from the best of the best. I had a feeling that a similar voice may have been guiding Apollo and Kenichi, leading us all to this ring together in this destined moment.

"I must admit," Kenichi began with a tender frown, his tone sounding sincerely disappointed.

The Kaiju's melodious voice snapped me back to attention. I'd been lost in his eyes, reminiscing about everything in my life that had lead up to this moment. This moment where one of the largest, heaviest, manliest, handsomest men on the planet pined to me directly about wanting to slam my virgin butt.

"I had planned to hold off a bit longer before claiming your tight, untouched hole as my own, little treasure. But when I heard whispers that your start in the league had been abruptly - and suspiciously, I might add - expedited, I had to expedite my return in kind. I wasn't about to let your precious cherry be popped tonight by an inferior load, so I rushed here to-"

"FUCK YOU!" Apollo cut off with insulted fury.

His face was well beyond crimson and the blood vessels in his forehead looking like they were about to burst. His cock blasted several extra large gushes of rage-fueled precum, drenching numerous huge patches of the audience, to their delight. Their attention may have been superseded by Kenichi, but they weren't about to turn down the intoxicating essence of the #2 wrestler either.

"Inferior load? INFERIOR LOAD!? Oh, you've got SOME NERVE, you bloated bastard. My NUT is JUST as good as your nut. In fact, it's BETTER. And there's a LOT OF IT."

With a hearty, confident slap on the side of his enormous balls, another intense throb pumped through Apollo's cock. This throb made the ring quake a little, his nuts rumbling. I had to cling for dear life not to be knocked off of him. It didn't seem like the big guy could keep his long-strained dam from bursting all that much longer.

"I've worked HARD for this match. I've EARNED this match. I lifted my ASS off and doubled my training. I pumped my muscles to their limits time and time again, all while holding back this VIRILE FUCKING LOAD for MONTHS. You're big, Kenichi, but you've got nothing on... THIS! HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHGHH!"

The Apocalypse emphasized the results of his hard training with his ultimate most muscular. He was quickly flexing every muscles in his body to their absolute maximum. Up until that moment we had briefly seen him flex isolated muscle groups with this kind of intensity, but this was everything he had at once in an intense, beautifully obscene peacock display. Apollo ballooned with previously hidden size, a symphony of loud leathery creaks and groans filling the air between monstrous booms as muscle fibers slammed and pressed against muscle fibers in a growing rage. An explosion of beef blasting from every inch of his body, inflating in huge abrupt bursts, bombarding the air around in a cacophony of shock-waves as the air between them was squeezed with unimaginable force.

BOOM! THOOM! DOOM! BOO-DOOM! THOO-BOOM!
DOOMBOOMTHOOMBOOMDOOMBOOMTHOOMBOOMDOOMBOOMTHOOM!!!

His pecs, biceps, triceps, quads, calves, EVERYTHING from head to toe, flared out many times over. Veins as thick as my legs throbbed to life across every surface as his body inflated. My view of Kenichi was quickly blocked out as the encroaching tidal wave of man shrouded my vantage point on his dick in deepest shadow. Through dissipating streaks of light, I watched from my cockside seat as all 18 of Apollo's abs exploded forward in pairs, two by two, with thunderous noise before I was unceremoniously sandwiched between them and his swelling manhood. The temperature in this hotbox of vascular flesh was beyond sweltering, and a torrential flood of sweat poured from every pore of his growing form, some of it evaporating into a steamy, musky mist from the boiling effort. The smell of pure, distilled machismo permiated every inch of the arena.

The audience, for the first time since Kaiju's arrival, had fully taken their gaze away from the sensational sumo to watch Apollo's buff rebuttal. What they saw was a seething mass thoroughly overstuffed with flooding crimson bulk, whose shape was rapidly becoming difficult to identify as human. He was just a monumental throbbing pile of diamond-hard, vein-streaked flesh. Thanks to the engorged muscles of his feet and the towering heights of his flaring traps, he had actually gained enough height to juuuuuust barely match Kenichi's eye level. Apollo had no way of knowing this; his head had long been entirely swallowed up by his own physical excess. His pecs and glutes in particular jutted outward ridiculously far, but they still had just the right equilibrium to keep him from toppling either way. His fat erect nipples were adding at least an extra foot or so to the forward encroachment, though not as much as his cock was contributing.

Apollo's molten-hot tower of power rumbled with potent peaking pressure. He let out a low, primal growl of pleasure as his purple cock head went through a few extra strong throbbing undulations and grew forward several unexpected extra feet. But as that growling subsided, an icy fear shot through Apollo. If he kept this flexing show up his now 28-foot monolith was going to blast at any moment, and the last half-year of agonizing abstinence would be for naught.

"N-n-n..... no... n-n-not... not yet... I've worked t-too... hard... for this..."

Apollo's chest briefly grew a level bigger as he took a deep, deep, deeeeep breath with his massive lungs, followed by an equally deep, deep, deeeeep exhale. And again. And again. He kept this process up, gradually allowing the undulating masses of his body to began deflating. Furious purple dulled to agitated red. Veins shrank from thigh-thick to arm-thick. I blinked vigorously as cracks of light appeared around me through the receding mass. I was no longer pinned between his cock and belly, though I was still firmly wedged between Apollo's lowest rows of abs. The violent quaking caused by his cock deescalated back down to a low rumbles. The most powerful edging of Apollo's life had been extended just a tiny bit longer.

"Huff... puff... S-s-see that, K-kenichi? You see that shit? Now that's control. That's how a REAL man does it. No other colossus has held off as long as me without popping off. I bet YOU can't even go a day without cumming, you overblown lug. I'm gonna nut the biggest nut a colossus has ever nut - I'm gonna be a damn LEGEND. The kind of legend who's earned himself some tight, tender virgin jobber booty."

Apollo's smug smirk of superiority was back, even in the face of a man that outsized him like The Kaiju. Whether it was the flood of manly endorphins that had just surged through him or out of sheer stubbornness, he thought himself the 'bigger' man at that moment. Or, at the very least, thought he could bluff that status with enough gloating machismo.

"Now if you'll kindly turn your bloated, ab-less gut right back around, march out the doorway you came in, and crawl back under whatever rock you've probably been masturbating under for the past two years, I've got a ripe, succulent runt cherry to pop with my KING-SIZED, SUPERIOR, HE-MAN LOAD."

Apollo's cock began to surge again almost immediately, throbbing substantially with every syllable of his last few cocky words. He really was only holding it back by a thread as thin as his obscenely overstretched speedo, which by some divine miracle was still managing to cling for dear life after all this time. By this point you could have probably covered more of his cock up with a single band-aid and some piano wire.

Kenichi had been silent throughout Apollo's entire flexing display and subsequent boasting. It was plain to everyone present that the smaller giant's attempts to, quite literally, puff out his chest had not intimidated the larger giant at all. Kenichi's face sported a tender smile like he'd just finished watching a rambunctious puppy playfully bark at him. The Kaiju wasn't going anywhere.

"Oh, Apollo, your personality certainly haven't changed while I was gone, haha..." he softly chuckled, his dulcet voice once more gracing our undeserving ears.

He gingerly scratched at an itch on his tremendous tummy.

"Though, I must admit, physically you have come a long way since I last saw you! You're bigger! You're stronger! And I dare say you've even gotten a bit more handsome too, ahaha..." he complimented his would-be rival. There was legitimate pride and kindness in his voice, and a smile that could melt even the iciest heart.

"F-flattery isn't gonna get you anywhere with me, asshole," Apollo interjected. He was trying to hold up a facade of confidence, but you could tell it was crumbling fast.

"Haha, I had a feeling it wouldn't... But, truly, my slightly-less-puny friend, you really have grown as a wrestler these past two years. And I respect that! But as much as I respect that personal growth, Apollo, I'm sorry to say that... it is simply not enough to make me concede my prize to you."

The Kaiju lifted his hand from the spot on his tummy he'd been scratching and up to a horizontal position (or, at least, more horizontal than the position his hulking overdeveloped musculature normally forced his arms). His cavern-deep armpit had a noticeably fluffy plume of plush, jet black pit hair. It sure looked inviting. He began to very, very slowly raise his forearm up toward a flexing position. The creaking leathery sound of hyper-developed fibers tensing and expanding once again filled the air as his bicep raised up... and up... and up... and up... It towered over his head... it towered over his traps... and still it kept going.

Apollo had began the match earlier tonight with abrupt booming flexes that that sent confident shock-waves throughout the arena, but Kenichi was taking his sweet time in favor of emphasizing pateience. Over the course of several uninterrupted minutes the sights and sounds of his arm muscle's slow, gradual, seemingly effortless climb would cruelly grind into Apollo's ego just how vastly superior Kenichi truly was. Somewhere around the 90-foot mark, Ken's bicep seemed to finally stall. But, as one might expect, a single peak wasn't enough for a true colossus. With the smallest of grunts from The Kaiju, a slightly smaller secondary peak burst up and began yet rising further. And when that stalled, an impossible third. By the time Kenichi had finished, a monstrously fat, hulking skyscraper of bicep muscle 200 feet high loomed over us all and cast a literal and metaphorical shadow upon the lesser colossus.

Apollo swallowed hard, devastated. His bluff had backfired big time. All he had done is give his rival an opportunity to, not just talk down to him, but utterly humiliate him. He could tell that Kenichi wasn't even putting forth much, if any, effort - this was just a casual flex. There was probably more meat in that one bicep than he had in most of his formally hulking body. He had never stood even the vaguest whisper of a chance. For the first time in years, he truly felt... small. Inferior. As puny as the virgin runt wedged in betwixt his abs. And, to his own annoyance and panic, it was turning him on pretty hardcore.

I watched Ken's display of casual godly one-ups-manship from my abdominal prison in Apollo's tummy, gobsmacked and whimpering through yet another overwhelming dry orgasm. THAT man wanted to fuck ME tonight. That otherworldly mountain range of a man, who just emasculated Apollo gosh damn Rexford like it was nothing with one lift of an arm, wanted to fuck ME. Wow.

"Has it sunk in yet, Apollo?"

Ken's tone was sterner now. He was done messing around.

"N-no, I... I saved for so long... I... you can't just... you can't-" Apollo stammered, struggling to put together words as hopelessness washed over him.

"It's not happening, Apollo. Now, please, kindly hand over-"

"FUCK YOU, HE'S MINE!"

The abs around me abruptly tightened like a vice. Their temperature started to rise. Somehow, against all odds, Apollo was getting a second wind. Even in the face of a muscle god's effortless, 200-foot tall, triple-stacked bicep, he was going to be a stubborn mule.

"I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH BIGGER YOU ARE, I'M NOT LETTING YOU TAKE THIS AWAY. YOU DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT WAS FOR ME! TO SAVE UP FOR SO LONG! TO FIGHT EVERY INSTINCTIVE URGE FOR HALF A YEAR WHILE YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE WERE POPPING OFF MULTIPLES TIMES A DAY. I'VE EARNED THIS. I'M GONNA FLOOD THIS SHRIMP WITH THE BIGGEST LOAD ANY COLOSSUS HAS EVER BLOWN!"

I felt some sympathy for Apollo. These sexual instincts the mutations bombarded us with... they could be quite overwhelming. I don't know if he held back for the same reasons that had compelled me, but it really did take a tremendous amount of constant mental and physical effort, even when your balls weren't the size of a small house. Kenichi was not feeling as generous. Not anymore.

"Apollo, what you saved up was nothing."

You would have thought Kenny slapped Apollo across the face with those extremely blunt words.

"H-HOW DARE-"

"You've made a lot of assumptions tonight, my friend,"

A brief, powerful rumbling shook through the entire arena. Kenichi began to flex his other arm, the second tower beginning its identical climb.

"Not the least of which being your rather rude dismissal of my gut as 'ab-less'."

Another rumble, this one even more intense. As his other bicep hit its second peak, Kenichi's gargantuan gut began to tense up.

"I commend you for holding back for six entire months, that's certainly a feat for a man of your size and discipline. But I'm afraid you're not the only colossus who has been saving up for this fateful night."

A much MUCH bigger rumble. The other bicep hit its full third peak. Ridges began to form along the front of Kenichi's tummy. His speedo, which had remained hidden by said tummy, was stirring.

"In the two years I've been absent from this league, I wasn't just sitting around, resting on my laurels. That was no leisurely vacation."

The rumbling was now continuous. It rivaled the shaking Apollo had caused with his mega-fart earlier that evening. The ridges in his gut were getting noticeably deepening. The activity in Kenichi's speedo was becoming aggressive as a boner began to visibly form.

"I have spent every day of the last two years training with intensity you cannot even fathom. Not only have I pumped my muscles to their limits and beyond,"

The arena's rumbling had surpassed the moment Apollo had asteroid crashed his ass onto me at terminal velocity. It was hard to keep track of what was happening, as everything around us had become a constant blur. In ferocious lurches of size, Kenichi's bulge was expanding forward faster and faster. A series of powerful thunderous booms began to emanate from his rippling gut over the noise of the rumbling.

BOOM! THOOM! DOOM! THOOM! BOOM! DOOM!

"Not only have I agonizingly denied myself release for all 730+ consecutive days,"

The quaking hit a fever pitch. Kenichi's bulge had reached the edge of his glorious gut and was still growing past it. Whatever speedo he was wearing must have been made of more powerful material than Apollo's, as it was still fully covering his junk. Keeping count by ear, I heard the thunderous booms from his gut surpass several dozen, faster and faster.

DOOMTHOOMBOOMDOOMTHOOMBOOMDOOMTHOOM!!!!!

"I have also kept myself in a state of constant near-orgasm every waking moment from the second I left this arena to the second I returned. Two full continuous years of edging, the eternal temptation of release driving me to the brink of breaking, maximizing the natural output of my colossus body's to levels you could never dream of."

The rumbling and booming began to subside. Everyone in the area rubbed their eyes, blinking away the last several minutes of continuous blurred vision. As the dominating form of The Kaiju came back into focus, many gasped. Many others moaned. Cheers quickly began to fill the air again in full force. The camera drones were whirring overhead, aiming to get the best possible angles of the monstrous adonis. I felt Apollo's blood run slightly cold and then extra hot around me as we both stared in flabbergasted awe at the newly unleashed boner of, quite possibly, the single most hung creature on this planet.

Despite standing over 200 feet away, the monumental, throbbing, wrecking-ball head of Kenichi's cock was pressing up against the ropes of the ring through the shimmering red fabric of his speedo. The fabric may have been stronger, but even this mega-thong had grown thin when pulled over a tool of that magnitude. The first ten foot stretch of his battering ram was covered. The remaining dozens upon dozens of vascular, sweat-soaked, engorged feet of meat were openly exposed. And not only was it long, but it was thicker than THICK. The tube of pulsing monster rivaled the largest of industrial piping, the kind that a grown man could walk inside. Apollo's 28-foot endowment suddenly looked downright minuscule compared to Kenichi's opulent hog. The entire leviathan would've likely been soaring even higher than the tops of Kenichi's biceps if it wasn't being weighed down by the rippling cobblestone expanse of his now tensed sumo stomach. And, wow... oh, WOW, that stomach.

The Kaiju's formally 'abless' belly actually had 54-pack abs. Fifty-four thick, deep, individual slabs of muscle, each one big enough to have a family picnic on. His sides had an equally impressive tapestry of excessively interlacing intercostals and obliques. The Kaiju's belly defied all expectations and anatomical logic - that is to say, I had my twenty-or-thirty-somethingth orgasm of the evening while staring at it. Although his sumo physique had, indeed, sported a healthy body-wide layer of fat, a significant majority of his hulking mega gut's mass was actually pure hyper-developed core and abdominal muscle. Much like his biceps, one could tell that Kenichi wasn't truly flexing his stomach at full power. This was just a casual tensing, at best.

There was one more sizable new addition to Kenichi's revealed arsenal, as if the cock of kings and 4.5 dozen ultra abs weren't enough: His balls. His 730+ days of ever-edged, pent-up balls. They were... so big. Beyond big. With little to no room left in the front, the twin monsters had expanded behind Kenichi instead. Even with all the other mountainous forms of his body competing for our attention both of his balls were still prominently peaking out from the back, powerfully and rhythmically churning. Each individual testicle was bigger than Apollo had been at his fullest flex, and, unlike Kenichi's fuzzy chest and fluffy pits, both were completely smooth. Not to beat a dead horse, but you could have probably fit several dozen of Apollo's balls into just one of Kenichi's. The sumo had not been exaggerating - even with the gallons upon gallons Apollo had in his nuts, it was a pittance, an absolute nothing, compared to the Kaiju's titanic testosterone tankards.

Apollo seemed, just... utterly defeated. He wasn't saying anything. He wasn't moving. He was just staring at the deity of manly perfection before him, paralyzed. His previously impressive endowment was fully vertical and I was again pinned by it. The furious purple head of the volcano was continuously pumping out pre like a geyser and pulsated in uninhibited lust. Apollo's speedo, after putting up a valiant effort for so, so long, finally gave in. With a sound like a gunshot it finally snapped, shooting off of his dick with so much elastic force that it busted a few light bulbs up in the arena's obscenely high ceiling, where it remained. I could feel the abs around me tensing tighter and tighter. Rumbling was overtaking the arena again as the powerful tool of The Apocalypse built up toward the point of no return without an arbiter to hold it back. Every vein throbbed at full capacity, his balls roiled and boiled and thundered like enormous industrial cooking vats. Apollo's breathing became extremely heavy and fast,  his heart booming loudly as it worked overtime to feed his body's coming eruption. Waterfalls of sweat were pouring from him anew, steam rising from his seething erection. His abs were now squeezing me so hard that my malleable jobber physique had fully contorted to the shape of their ridges. My head was mashed into a wall of burning cock meat, a prominent vein pulsing directly against my face. This dynamite was going to blow at any second, and it would only take the smallest effort to tip the scale over to critical mass.

GUH-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
BUH-THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
DUH-DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Kenichi was walking toward us again. The addition of his cock and balls, from whatever impossible space they had been hiding, caused his big beautiful feet to slam harder and louder against the ground with every dense step. The gigantic tip of his cock climbed past the ropes far ahead of him as he stomped, gradually moving further and further into the ring with every slow, deafening thud. It came within a few yards of Apollo's cock. A few feet... A few inches... The head was mere millimeters away... In that moment before collision, the entire stadium had fallen so silent you could've heard a pin drop.

The battering ram tip of Kenichi's cock just barely brushed against the base of Apollo's with a touch lighter than the faintest breeze. That whisper-soft touch was the final straw that broke the camel's back - his fate was sealed. Apollo's balls retracted toward him so fast and with such steel-crushing force, making a sound like two cannons going off as they slammed inward. His toes curled hard enough to crush coal into gemstones and the abs around me squeezed equally hard. Every muscle in his body returned to flexing at max capacity. Before his ultimate surrender, biting his lip and starting to gently cry from sheer overwhelming pleasure, I could hear Apollo give out the single most submissive and relieved whimper of pure bliss I'd ever heard.

And then, Apollo came.

BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHOOOOOOSHHHHHOOOOOOSHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHOOOOOOOOOOO-!!!!!!

To say he erupted, to say that he exploded, would be a dramatic understatement. Apollo's cock shot so hard, and so loud, that you'd have thought someone had detonated a megaton bomb in that ring. It made a busted fire hydrant look like a drinking fountain with no water pressure. It made the spout from Old Faithful seem like a frail old man giving a spit take. It made Mt. Vesuvius seem like the folks in Pompei popped a few pieces of bubble wrap.

Apollo's dick had doubled up in thickness as it strained against its own firepower, flaring widest up near the tip. The overburdened purple serpant's veins had become impossibly full, becoming thicker than my entire body. His house-sized balls were violently pulsing in an alternating rhythm like a human oil rig, pumping alabaster gold. Cartoonishly thick bulges of semen audibly pulsed up its length as a solid jet stream of the stuff continuously rocketed out of his piss slit like a white laser beam. Within two seconds the deluge had slammed against the arena's sky-high ceiling. Upon impact, the geyser of goo splattered outward and rained upon the entire audience in a torrential downpour. The audience were certainly getting their money's worth - every single person in attendance that night would go home at least partially soaked in his showering seed.

Apollo himself was lost in a state of berserker bliss. His eyes had rolled into the back of his head and his tiny whimper of submission had almost immediately risen up into an impossibly deep and thunderous roar of primal pleasure. His muscles continued to flex at their fullest might. He had instinctively taken to hugging his own manhood with that same strength, as if to manually squeeze more pleasuring pressure into the bombarding bazooka. At this point I was so deeply squeezed into Apollo's abs that I would've been invisible even if his overlapping muscles and dick weren't covering them up. I was drenched in his sweat and deafened by the sounds of giant throbbing muscles, churning balls, and the screaming torrent of spooge rocketing out of his body. The smell and taste of his hyper pheromones flooded through me and sent me into an aphrodisiac blitz. It was like being in the opposite of a sensory deprivation tank - my every sense was overloaded by Apollo Rexford, and in turn I was having a multitude of orgasms alongside him, albeit dry ones.

He came and he came and he came and he CAME.

The first volley of cum lasted just over an hour. Thousands upon thousands of gallons of seed pumped continuously from the mighty reservoir of those apocalyptic testicles for sixty uninterrupted minutes. During that lengthy stretch Apollo's roar had gradually died down, but he was still letting out to a constant barrage of booming neanderthal grunts, growls, groans, and the occasional expletive. A significant majority of the arena was painted at least partially white from the onslaught.  A pool of cum a few inches high filled the massive ground-floor of the arena, the advanced drainage systems doing their best to keep up with far, far more than they were designed to handle. But they still had a ways to go.

After that first nonstop hour the jet stream ever-so briefly seemed to peter off, dulling down to a few pulsing bursts for a couple of seconds... before returning twice as hard for volley #2. His balls crunching inward even harder, the next stream blasted up with even more force, and his cock flared even thicker. Apollo let loose another absolutely monstrous roar with even more primal gusto as the thrall once more overtook him. Until those balls were emptied, his body and mind only knew how to pleasure and pump. If his cum weren't already clogging up the floor drains, his downpour of endless sweat would've been giving them a run for their money. I'm honestly surprised I hadn't drowned by this point as the body entombing me worked so hard to power his release.

The second and third volleys each lasted another hour a pop. After those, the big guy finally started slowing down, little by little. His fourth volley lasted a half-hour, but didn't quite hit the ceiling anymore. His fifth and sixth were both fifteen minutes and only reached halfway up. Subsequent volleys were shorter and shorter with less and less powerful streams. All in all, Apollo's orgasm lasted 6 full hours, one for every month he had held back. 360 unbelievable minutes of colossus cum. 21,600 seconds of unabated behemoth bliss. As the last sputters of Apollo's potent, pungent batter worked their way through his shaft, the vertical column of meat finally began to deflate. His previously gargantuan balls, drained and spent, had each shrunk down to the slightly-less-gargantuan size of an extra large SUV. His muscles started to unflex, his veins were deflating, and his body was no longer fire hydrant red from strain. When Apollo's cock was finally soft enough, it hit the ground like a mighty felled tree with a massive BOOM. The man we knew as The Apocalypse had finally, finally finished the most spectacularly massive orgasm that the C.W.L. had ever recorded to video... up to this point, at least.

Apollo's body was overcome with a blissful afterglow no mortal man could experience. Unnaturally drained after his quarter-day cum, his eyelids began to droop. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was the beautiful bod of Kenichi looming overhead.

"...th-thank...you..." he groggily muttered, too quiet to hear.

And with that, Apollo slowly flopped backwards and conked out immediately, sprawled out in a pool of his own cum and sweat. He snored with surprising gentleness for a man his size. A bell rang indicating the end of the match, no need for a referee. As he lied down and his abs fully relaxed, I was still unable to move. Spending 6 hours giga-squeezed between those abs had left me firmly stuck in a shape like a human stick figure. I was more or less paralyzed at the moment, though I wasn't in a rush to leave as I zenned out in an afterglow of my own. Even though Apollo hadn't gotten a chance to actually fuck me like he had planned, it certainly felt like he had. Something about my jobber physiology seemed to flood my system with sexual bliss the longer and more powerfully my body was manhandled. All those hours spent slammed up in his abs and indulging in the sensory feast his body provided had been beyond amazing. I felt... so good. Like I was floating gently in a sweaty, musky spa bath after a brutal barbarian gave me an extra violent massage. Pretty soon, I felt myself getting sleepy as well, my eyelids feeling heavy... The noise of the crowd started to fade as a dreamy haze overtook me. Just before I fully fell asleep, I heard Kenichi's deep, deep velvety voice give a soft chuckle of endearment.

...

I don't know if I had blacked out for a few minutes or a few hours, but the next thing I knew I was blinking awake with a drone's air pump nozzle popping out of my freshly unflattened ass. I was lying face down on the freshly cleaned wrestling mat, no longer slathered with a flood of Apollo's fluids. Apollo himself was still out cold, his unconscious body laying just outside the ring to the left of me. The arena at large was still splattered and soaked with his 6-hour paint job, but the cleanup crew had done a bang-up job making the wrestling mat spotless.

"Heh. Did you have a nice nap, sleepyhead?" The Kaiju teased melodiously.

 I suddenly realized that everything around me was cast completely in total shadow. Kenichi was standing directly in front of me there in the ring. I couldn't see his face since my vision was dominated by his toes, legs, gut, and cock. The later of which was actually sticking out overhead far, far past the ropes, where the distant head was continuously pumping out a small river of pre. I could see and hear his heart beat as it pulsated with intimidating power. As several droplets of his dick sweat landed on my face, I licked my lips and came yet again. My cum supply had apparently replenished while I was asleep, just in time for it to be quickly drained from me all over again.

"I-I-I... y-y... yes, K-kenichi, I slept... a-a-amazing." I managed to softly putter out through the sensation.

All the sleepiness had drained from my system to make room for fresh awe and arousal. Standing before this muscle gut god felt like standing in front of a literal god of Olympus. He was radiating an aura of pure sex, pure manliness, pure muscle, pure bliss. It was as if the air itself was having an orgasm from his mere presence.

"Excellent to hear, my precious little gem, because..."

Kenichi lifted up his left leg in a sumo stomping position. His flexibility for someone of his size was outrageous. He lifted it absurdly high before bringing it down for a mighty earthquaking stomp.

 THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

As he stomped, the muscles in Kenichi's already impossibly thick lower left half surged dramatically thicker in a rapid rippling tidal wave of flexing mass. Starting at his foot, working its way up his calves and quads until finally ending in his gargantuan ass, multiple tons of muscle materialized in half a second. Then he lifted up his right leg and-

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

His right lower half expanded equally huge.

"...now that Apollo's finished with his puny warm-up sized load, the mat is nice and clean, and you're well rested..."

He reared back before punching his fists down in front of him to take on a classic battle-ready sumo wrestling stance. His upper body muscles experienced the same intense thundering surge of muscle as his stomping lower half. This action caused a chain-reaction; his gut slammed down, which cause his cock to do likewise with even more force behind it, flattening me in the blink of an eye beneath his subway train erection.

"...it's time for our match to start."

The bell rang.

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