No Shame in Size - Part 12 (Patreon)

Not many can claim a trophy given to those who proudly “jacked off with their 2 ton giant friend standing at 15 feet”. No one can, except Yukon. What he didn’t expect was the fact he’d be able to claim many more trophies on that singular day. 

Jerked-off-with-4-ton-friend-standing-at-17-feet-in-height? Done.

12 tons and 20 feet? Claimed. 

Prize for “watching your friend burst through the first floor”? Checked off the list. 

From Yukon's perspective it all happened within a quick and horned up haze. When your gigantic muscle buddy grins down at you, grabs both of your shafts and starts comparing them? Massaging both, the oversized log of a man rubbing against yours? There’s not much to do except enjoy the ride. 

Eyes closed, breathe in the hot and damp air, listen to the deep groans of an herculean cat. Groans that became rich roars accompanied by splintering wood and furniture. (You can’t exactly blame the deer for already shooting a load at this point; but in a situation like this, one has to just go again!)

Someone with finely tuned ears would have heard a silent hum grow amongst the entire house, windows and glassware started shaking softly. It was only when Yukon touched the absurdly huge muscles in front of him that he noticed something's off. Deep under the thick skin, you could feel a faint vibration amongst muscle fibers that were harder than steel. Vibrations that grew in intensity… Breathing that became hotter, faster, shallower…

Brie started growing. 

And growing. 

Bigger, until the room failed to contain him. 

Yukon simply stared in stupor as his friend stood up as if the timber above his shoulders were not meant to withstand literal tons of force; then again - One of his arms weighed tons now. Precum rained from the massive appendage during the feline's ascent, alongside dust and plaster. Every slightest movement created deep cracks in the home’s substance, and yet the cat grew even bigger! 

When the head reached the ceiling - the 26 feet tall roof, that is - it started raining debris. Chunks of wood, ceramic roof tile weighing hundreds of pounds simply impacted the ground or bounced off the muscular feline. He didn’t even register Yukon stepping up onto his paw’s arch, trying to shield himself from the danger above. As the deer hugged the giant calf, he felt the rumbling inside Brie subside slowly. He surpassed the roof now. Even then though, the muscle was slowly expanding under his arms, the knee rising a bit higher out of his vision..

How many trophies was that?