March 18

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Slate wandered downtown Charlotte, taking in all the sights and sounds of the new city which he called home.

The lizardfolk had just moved to North Carolina and was taking the opportunity to explore the downtown area before he started working here next week. His job was headquartered in one of these skyscrapers, but he didn’t know which it was.

He checked his phone for the correct address. It was… this building right up ahead, one more block and on the left.

Slate arrived at the building and looked up in awe. It was far taller than he expected. And he’d be working on one of the higher floors! He imagined what it would be like to look out over downtown from the windows, seeing everything as if you were a giant…

As if it were reacting to his daydream, the lizardfolk’s body suddenly began to grow, taking Slate by surprise. In a matter of moments, he went from looking up at his new workplace to looking directly into it, the lizard’s face pressed against the glass as he spied the person who interviewed him working inside.

Despite his expression of curious glee, seeing a gigantic lizard pressed against your window still created quite a shock for his future coworkers, not least because Slate had grown out of his clothes — something he hadn’t realized yet.

Slate turned away from his office and looked around. From up here, he could really get the lay of the land. The cars and pedestrians beneath him looked like ants… or at least they would, if his colossal junk wasn’t blocking his view. The lizardfolk had always had a nice, fat horsecock, but it had clearly received some enhancements while he grew. His balls, too, hung heavier and lower than what seemed physically possible, and they ached with ever-increasing need.

And while his genitals kept growing, so too did the rest of his body. His head quickly surpassed the height of not just his office building but every other building in the city, too. Soon, instead of being up close and personal with the lizard’s face, the startled office workers got an up-close-and-personal view of the lizard’s swelling package.

Slate’s excitement was mixed with a bit of sheepishness, as this wasn’t exactly how he wanted to introduce himself to his coworkers. But his mild embarrassment was nothing compared to what the people on the street below him were going through. The reptile’s massive paws spanned the entire width of the street at this point, and cars, buses, greenery — anything in their path, really — was rendered two-dimensional from their sheer weight. Slate was completely unaware of this fact, busy trying to maneuver his way out of the dense downtown area before his expanding body started knocking buildings over.

As his knees cleared the top of the skyline, Slate unwittingly stepped on a pileup of vehicles that had collided while trying to escape the now several-thousand-foot tall behemoth. His enormous paw skidded along the pavement as he began to stumble backwards. Unfortunately, he hadn’t gotten used to balancing with his newly-enlarged genitals, and he wasn’t able to steady himself or break his fall before it became too late.

And as fate would have it, the plump lizardfolk rear that towered over the Charlotte skyline fell directly toward the very building in which he was set to start working next week. The people inside could only look up in fright as the reptile’s colossal donut descended upon the skyscraper, spreading gently as it engulfed the top of the building.

Slate let out a tremendous moan as the more than half of the skyscraper entered his rear. He wasn’t entirely sure what he’d sat on, but it felt divine. The building crumbled as he reflexively clenched, snapping off two-thirds of the way down. The workers in the floors above that point found themselves inside the lizard’s anal canal, surrounded by debris and hanging on to his slick walls as the titan’s pleasured roars caused earthquake-level vibrations.

Slate was more or less unaware of their specific plights inside of him — he only knew that some sort of large object was inside him; probably a building, though he had little idea which one. At this point, it didn’t matter, as he was too caught up in the incredible sensations to care.

His massive member throbbed harder than it ever had, filling the skies over several city blocks. Only a few short steps away, Slate noticed a structure that seemed ready-made for him to rest his heavy balls while he took care of his needs.

It was Bank of America Stadium, a perfectly-shaped bowl. Of course, Slate had no idea that at this very moment, a soccer game was taking place, and the stadium was filled with spectators. At this height, he could barely make any of that out, and he was too fueled by lust to focus on such tiny details.

Fans in the stadium panicked as they saw the colossal lizardfolk approach, but there was little they could do before he arrived and, with a huff, dropped his balls onto one end of the stadium, smothering entire sections underneath his tremendous nuts.

His dick fit the length of the stadium perfectly, and those seated on the other end of the venue found themselves mere inches away from the horsecock’s twitching head. From the right angle, some could even see deep into its cavernous slit as it began to leak precum.

The fluid punched holes into the stadium’s concrete floors as it fell, leaving the crowds to wonder just how powerful his full release might be. And as Slate began to rub his throbbing shaft, they realized it wouldn’t be long before they’d find out.

Indeed, it took only a few wild, reckless humps into the stadium before Slate could feel his balls tugging up, ready to release their potent lizard seed. And release they did: the first shot of his reptile cum blasted through not only the far wall of the stadium, but the buildings of the next three city blocks!

Rope after rope launched out of Slate’s colossal dick like thick, white missiles. The stadium never stood a chance, nor did the densely-packed buildings beyond it. Each crumbled under the force of the torpedoes Slate’s cock was pumping out. But Slate barely noticed — he was far too caught up in the ecstasy of climax, panting hard as his balls relieved themselves of every drop of lizard jizz they had.

Finally, it tapered off, and Slate’s legs gave out, exhausted. He flopped down in the pool of his own making, destroying the parts of the stadium that his orgasm didn’t. He looked out over the surrounding city blocks, all covered in white. If this is what living in Charlotte is going to be like, Slate thought, then I made the right choice moving here.