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When it came to war, only the strong survived. For most, that meant outsmarting your opponents on the battlefield, using strategy to swing the tides of battle in one’s favour. For krogans, however, the adage was taken literally.

The warriors of that race were fearsome beasts in combat, capable of such violence that many other species were happy to have them on their side. But any that allied with them got to see a different side of them than those they fought. For starters, they had a kindness about them that no one saw coming, as well as not being nearly as unintelligent as many expected. Krogan scientists weren’t a rarity in the universe to the supreme shock of others.

But when it came to what was researched, the answer was almost something military related. Be that weapons or armour or some kind of technology that dulled pain received while fighting, there was always something scientific being explored, and those that fought almost always benefited from it. That was how they managed to last as long as they did in spite of the numerous enemies they’d accrued.

And one of the latest inventions created was no different. To a point at least as there’d never been an invention like it before.

It wasn’t anything impressive upon first glance, merely a device worn around the wrist of a soldier deemed worthy enough to wear one, that being someone who was a force to be reckoned with in battle. The problem was, however, that the gadget had only just been constructed, barely any more polished than the prototype developed before it. There was trepidation in the lab as to whether or not it should be tested at all.

And that’s when Wrex stepped in.

As leader of Clan Urdnot, he believed it was his duty to ensure the creations of his faction were properly proven to work, whether by getting another member to give whatever the invention was a try, or sometimes, if there was a high degree of risk involved, himself. That was why he had no qualms lending a hand to something that piqued his interest.

What had been come up with was a device that increased the amount of muscle mass of whoever wore it, not through dedicated exercise – though that was still encouraged as an important principle of the clan – but through other people exercising. There were other devices fitted on those willing to participate that, when working out, would instead transfer whatever gains had been made to the one they were all connected to. All that needed to be done was to set up the correct configurations and everyone would be in business.

The intention was simple – create a supersoldier capable of withstanding the brunt of whatever force was attacking them, allowing the rest of the battalion a stronger chance to fight back. Not knowing if it worked, Wrex offered to be the guinea pig as the concept intrigued him, understanding immediately what kind of an advantage could be created in combat.

He immediately plunged into his usual workout, the contraption around his wrist fully programmed to work as intended. More than a dozen of his fellow krogan had the donor gadgets on, knowing full well what was meant to happen, and more than accepting of the results. If that device was successful, then there’d be no battle they couldn’t win.

Hours raced by as his mind was preoccupied with finding out if there was any merit to his researchers’ invention. He hadn’t been paying attention to the sweat dripping down his brow, or how his muscles ached from the repetitive sets. The only thing that mattered was learning if he’d invested his time into something worthwhile.

The end of the session gave him the answer he was looking for – it fucking worked. While he’d gotten the pump that everyone got after a hard workout, the one he experienced at that moment was far stronger than any realized in the past, his musculature far more swollen than what it should’ve been. And while his men hadn’t received the gains normally promised to them after such strenuous exercise, they didn’t look any worse for wear. The experiment was an unequivocal success.

But some additional data points were required. Make that a ton, actually.

From that point on, he made sure that he always worked out with his men, everyone wearing their appropriate gear to ensure the predictable outcome occurred. He came to enjoy his time working out. Not only was his bulk being boosted at an exponential rate, but his unit was bonding as a result, all committed to showing why their species was a force to be reckoned with.

And Wrex grew as expected. The first little while was a bit slow considering how in-shape everyone was going into testing, but the continuous training proved prosperous as his body gradually bloated out. Other races like humans were already small compared to the likes of him, but now he outsized all allied races by a wide margin, emphasis on ‘wide.’

Already thick, he grew thicker as the beef stuffing his frame needed somewhere to go, giving him a trunk that made thin hallways tremble with fear – which wasn’t a thing found on his planet for obvious reasons. Arms used to heavy lifting now found it a breeze, able to flip over any vehicles that happened to get stuck, though having to make sure he didn’t overdo it and damage anything sensitive. Pectorals as big as the rocks he’d been hauling continued to blimp out from his chest, those slabs rounding out into something grotesque, yet emblematic of his kind. And those legs were a thing of beauty, with thighs that could deflect bullets thanks to a combination of his leathery hide and brawn best measured in metres. It’d only been a couple months since he’d started and he looked like he was several times the man everyone else was. Think of how much bigger he could get if he kept going!

So he did, though much more intensely now.

Months turned into years as his diligent adherence to his routine was followed. Not one day did he let up early, in fact pushing himself into longer and longer sessions in order to properly test his limits. None of his men complained about the increase in activity despite not benefiting from it, all of them heavily disciplined from the start of their training. From the outside it might’ve seemed like an exercise in excess, but it was all part and parcel in exploring the bounds of what this research could really do for him.

And after two years of solid effort, Wrex took a contemplative step back for the first time since the experiment happened and regarded with glee how far he’d come.

Krogan physiology was a complex topic, one that many top scientists spent years trying to decode, and yet still hadn’t fully uncovered everything. The biggest question left unanswered was how krogans could get so, well, big, not just in muscle mass like in many other species, but also in their dimensions.

While he was quite the specimen before, he was an absolute krogan powerhouse now. He towered over the next biggest of his kind like he was the only adult amongst a race of children, and yet everyone he associated with was a warrior capable of awe-inspiring feats that put fear in the hearts of many across the galaxy. Each and every one of his men easily outsized those of other species, making for formidable allies on the battlefield.

The question on everyone’s mind was how he’d grown in every direction. His top scientists were stumped, but he didn’t even think it was important enough to answer as the result they were looking for had been achieved. He’d become the proudest member of his race, one the rest could rally behind should they be near him in combat. That should mean more to them than anything else given the reason behind making the device in the first place.

To think those researchers were nervous about the device’s functionality. He knew he could make anything work.

But wow, no one could have anticipated how amazing being this massive felt! He was an unquestionable mountain of muscle mass, so thick all over that conventional weapons were ineffective against the sheer magnitude of bulk he possessed, perhaps also making some heavy ordnance irrelevant in the process.

The armour he always wore protected the back of his head at all times, but since he’d demonstrated the effects of the technology as successful, he didn’t need it anymore as his traps had grown to take its place. Those mounds swallowed his neck on either side, giving him a monstrous visage even for his kind. The rest of his back was much of the same, hilly from all that musculature stuffing itself under his pelt, but also broad in how much surface area his lats now enjoyed, looking like a good location to land a ship on. Any movement he made undulated that bulk, pressing it against itself when flexed and looming ever higher above everything else. This was what he was meant to look like!

But there was more to love about his body. His hands needed help in being removed from his chest, unable to stop fondling his pectorals as, even though they were some of the biggest appendages this side of the universe, even those couldn’t grip the full extent of what looked like planetoids fused to his torso, the muscle mass refusing to dent from his fingers even at rest. He especially loved how sensitive his thick nipples had become, his digits thrumming them to incite a rise inside him. There might now be a chance to enjoy getting shot from a certain angle!

His days of seeing his body below the belt were long behind him, however, that didn’t mean he couldn’t tell how deliciously meaty he was down there. He used to pine for arms as big as his legs, but now the opposite was true as his lower limbs were playing catch up. That didn’t mean they were small. On the contrary, those quads were one of the biggest muscle groups on his entire body, so swollen with heft that encircling them took more than one person to accomplish, with even more needed if he flexed them. That ass of his was also a triumph for his body, appearing as if sculpted by an expert instead of how his physique naturally accumulated mass. Each cheek weighed more than the M35 Mako he used to ride around in, and could now effortlessly crush it should he be given the chance. Given how cramped it was, he’d take that opportunity any time it came up.

Most perplexing of everything that had grown, though, was his cock. Any undergarments Wrex had in order to keep himself decent had long since been unwearable, the material far too unsuitable for a behemoth of his size, which meant he’d been going commando for years now. He didn’t mind, and neither did his staff, who’d all understood the reasoning behind their leader’s abrupt inclination for nudity.

Which was necessary because his schlong was far and away the most impressive thing about him considering the fact it wasn’t a muscle.

The thing had taken on a life of its own, surging up past his chest to meet his face at the same level, the shaft nearly as thick around as his trunk was. Veins snaked along it like roads did on a map, pulsing with the urge to let loose the flood brewing in his balls, absolute kneeknockers that audibly sloshed with frothy cum. No one could explain how they benefited from the experiment; it was just another peculiarity regarding his species’ physiology.

But those four cum tanks needed some reprieve. It’d been a while since the last time he’d given himself a break, so he figured he deserved one. Just the idea alone got his motor running, his body tensing from a simple touch of his fingers along his leviathan prick, his moan both from arousal and delight. Oh, how he needed this.

There wasn’t any way for his hands to encircle the monstrous length, but they didn’t need to as just caressing the flesh was enough to get him to shudder. They then began their descent down the pole, his eyes already going half-lidded from the ecstasy deluging his spirit, each square inch they held shooting tingles of pleasure through his nerves. He just wanted to feel it happen. His hands moved faster, the motion second nature to him at that point in time. They bobbed and squeezed, gliding along that cannon with help from all the preseed dribbling from the throbbing tip. The need surged inside him the longer he kept at it until, finally, he blew like a geyser.

The area around him had been painted in a thick layer of krogan jizz, the musky substance splattering across all the various rock formations that dotted the landscape, including the mountain that was his incomparable frame. His output might as well have been a bizarre weather event with how much it coated everything.

But it left him sated, sighing in relief that the storm roiling inside him had subsided enough to give him some clarity. While blasting his spunk into pools that became fixtures on the planet thrilled him to his core, his real motivation for reaching his incredible size was his dedication to his people. He was more than happy to be the one that made space for the others on the battlefield.

And then a thought occurred to him – he didn’t have to be the only one like this.

Yeah, there ought to be another titan like him, one powerful enough to command their own army of kin and provide enough presence to ensure a victory. That would bolster their military might for sure. The question then became who among the rest of his kind would be perfect for the role.

Out of all the potential candidates, there was only one person who he thought might fit the bill that had been there from the start.

“Hey Grunt,” Wrex bellowed, “come on over here.” He watched the other krogan hoof it in his direction, carefully dodging whatever spunk lay between them.

“Sir?”

Wrex smiled. “What are your thoughts on the experiment? I think it’s been a roaring success!”

“Oh yeah, for sure.” Grunt nodded. “I can’t see any possible way we could lose a fight now with someone like you leading the charge. Enemy weapons should be useless against you.”

“I thought the same thing, but a part of me still thinks it might not be enough.”

“Okay. I’ll go ahead and tell the others to start back up again.” Grunt pivoted on a dime back in the direction he came in, already beginning to jog again.

Wrex sighed, palming his face as best he could. “Hang on a second. That’s not what I meant.”

Grunt stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder. “Alright, what do you mean then?”

“Come back.” Wrex gestured, his swollen bicep inadvertently rubbing against his pec. “What I was getting at was that I think we should have someone else like me as well.”

Grunt ambled over, his neck craned upward. “You don’t think one behemoth is enough for us?”

“Why have only one behemoth when two is twice as good. It’s simple math, Grunt!”

“Okay, sure.” That wasn’t the response Grunt was expecting to hear judging by how his fingers massaged his forehead. “Who do you want me to tell to come see you then?”

Wrex merely stood silent, the grin on his face telling all.

In spite of everything being communicated, Grunt just stared back with a blank expression on his face. It wasn’t until a few moments had passed before his expression changed to surprise. “Oh, I didn’t know that’s what you meant.” His gaze flicked this way and that, hands fidgeting as he attempted to glance back up from the ground. “Ha, um, well, I-I would be thrilled to follow in your footsteps!”

The fist Wrex pumped flexed that side of his body, his immense musculature momentarily jumping in size. “That’s the spirit! I knew you’d come around.”

“Is there another wrist-thingy for me to wear?” Grunt then looked back at where the research station was, the scientists diligently cleaning the building of the spunk slathering the windows.

That was something Wrex had also considered, but he felt he had a better solution. “Here,” he said, slipping his device off and handing it to the smaller krogan.

“Wait, what?” Grunt accepted the gadget, though hesitantly. “Why are you giving me yours? Don’t you wanna be even bigger?”

“The gains would probably be split if we both wore one, and that would mean you’d never catch up to my size.” Wrex shrugged his gargantuan shoulders. “It’s best if you’re the sole target here.”

Hearing that caused Grunt to part his lips, sucking in air through gritted teeth as he looked at what was given to him. “You know, I’m not sure I’m the best person for this.” He glanced down at the rocky terrain again.

“I specifically picked you because you haven’t been affected by the genophage, and if we actually want to grow our numbers back up, then we’d need someone like you to help with the effort.” It was the most obvious thing in the world to Wrex. All that was needed was a particularly virile member of their species to rebuild everything, and he was looking at the best man for the job. “Think about it.”

“So, why wouldn’t I just go let them collect my sperm now? I don’t see the point in this.” The accessory was slick with sweat in Grunt’s grasp.

“It’ll be easier at my size, trust me.” As if to demonstrate his motive, Wrex gestured to the land around them buried in his cum. He’d blasted more that afternoon than the entire krogan army could do in several years.

Grunt looked at the mess, lips pressed together as his brows raised as high as they could go. “Well, I’m convinced.” A moment was needed in order to fit the device on his wrist, having to adjust the strap as he was much smaller than the maximum size. More than one moment, actually.

There wasn’t anything for Wrex to do at that point but watch, but even if he did offer help, his hands being so much larger than the other krogan’s might not make things any easier. But the smaller man was eventually successful. That got him raring to get the process started, to see another krogan goliath join his ranks. He hoped the rest of his squad was on board with the idea. “Alright, you lot. One more time.”

Not a word was spoken as the krogan unit started their workout again, sweat dripping down their chiseled forms from the previous one not too long ago. They were nothing if not assiduous.

From the corner of his eye he noticed Grunt start to join in on the process, to which he waved his hand to get the smaller man to stop. “Hold on a minute.”

Grunt was taken aback. “Why? This is what you did.”

“I know, I know, just,” Wrex pointed in the direction of the unit exercising, “watch for now.” The men wore determined expressions and kept a steady pace despite the fatigue showing across their forms, their earlier workout evident in the way their limbs quivered.

The two of them observed the other krogans in action. Wrex was calm in demeanour as the drill provided a sense of routine that he liked adhering to, and he especially enjoyed how Grunt was taking it. Now being on the receiving end, he knew the other man had no clue what to expect, reveling in the confusion that he didn’t share. He knew it wouldn’t be long before his choice was validated.

While Grunt’s face wrinkled with uncertainty, the way he leaned against a nearby wall said he felt anything but. The way his gaze never left the squad exerting themselves was obvious to Wrex, whose mouth contorted on one side into a wry smile. The best was about to come.

And then it happened. Grunt’s body tensed as the device beeped, indicating a transmission was being received. Wrex watched the smaller krogan’s gaze jump from the gadget to him, then to the men working out, only to then hear a low groan slip from his clanmate’s lips. He knew exactly what was happening – the signal traveled across nerves to stimulate the muscles, inducing flexion to bestow the gains given from all the donor devices. It was a feeling he’d come to love, and he was equally happy with seeing someone else experience it.

And when his unit had finished with their routine, there was only one question on his mind. “So, how do you feel?”

Grunt was in the midst of examining his body when asked, his hands jumping from one body part to another as if to confirm any suspicions. “I feel it!”

“Feels pretty good, doesn’t it?” Wrex didn’t even mean to, but his words came out purred.

A laugh could only be heard in response. “It does.” Grunt pumped his fist in front of him, the other hand violently gripping his already-brawny chest. “I like this.”

“Thought you would.” Everything was going swimmingly. Wrex finally got the worthy successor he was hoping for, which meant he could get back to the point of the whole experiment. He started walking in the direction of the research station, but didn’t get too far before hearing a voice call from behind him.

“Hey, where are you going?” Grunt had to jog just to catch up to his massive strides.

“My work here is done.” Wrex casually stated. “I got this big for a reason. It’s time for me to go fight.”

“So you’re just gonna leave after all that?” Grunt gestured around them, pointing to the sweaty squad of krogans, then to the pools of cum strewn across the landscape.

“Oh, I’ll be checking in every so often. I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Wrex chuckled. “This war just isn’t gonna win itself.” He was confident in his subordinate to take what he’d learned and apply it better than he could, to hopefully surpass him at some point and give their race a better chance at carving out their place in the universe.

His departure was unfortunate as he was genuinely needed out on the battlefield, but he couldn’t wait to see what awaited him when he returned.

***

A year waging war had Wrex pining for home. Victory was all but inevitable ever since he joined up with the others, but the opposing forces were relentless, and he wasn’t able to go anywhere but into battle so as to ensure his allies stood a fighting chance. He thought it as unnecessary, but he’d been fitted with an enhanced suit of armour capable of protecting his swollen form, which just made him that much more formidable.

But at long last he was granted a reprieve and took it without a second thought. Transport to and from Tuchanka was a logistical nightmare given his intimidating size, but he’d made sure that means of passage were assembled before he was even ready to fight. Efficiency mattered when dealing with the lives of his kin.

What had happened to his protégé? The question had been weighing on him the entire flight home. His enthusiasm knew no bounds as he could only imagine what the results were, dying to see it for real.

After what felt like an eternity he landed, the landscape pretty much what he remembered it like, though with new structures erected, no doubt the work of the scientists. Making his way back to his clan’s base, he couldn’t help but overhear troops in the midst of exercise, the telltale groaning from exertion giving it away. The idea that he’d be treated to a show intrigued him.

Indeed, the unit he’d left behind was working out, fervent in their motions as they doggedly adhered to their routines, never deviating from their instructions. While he was glad to see they were as determined as ever, there was someone else he was still looking for. Where was…

“Ah, there he is.” He spotted Grunt across the way, now easier to locate with a year’s worth of gains piled on. The other krogan had gained a significant boost in size, not nearly to the degree that he was at, but huge enough to tower over what he remembered from months ago. Now that’s a krogan!

Hearing his voice got Grunt to drop the boulder he was hauling out of what appeared to be a future development site, his eyes lighting up in the process. “Wrex! I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I found some time.” Wrex liked the fact that he didn’t have to look down so much when talking with his friend anymore. “I told ya, I wouldn’t miss this.”

“I’m amazed at how well it’s working. I thought I was gonna be way far behind where you were at this time, but I feel like I’m right on track. This thing really works!” Grunt proudly showed off the device on his wrist, though couldn’t help but cop a feel of a chest far more bloated than what it used to be. “To watch someone else get big is one thing, but to experience it for yourself is wildly different. I can see why you liked it so much.”

“It’s pretty great, isn’t it?” Wrex had to admit, the miniature goliath wore the size well. That boulder beside them was a great comparison because, while his chest and biceps and thighs all outsized it, the same muscles on the other man hadn’t quite caught up yet. He knew that would change the longer the program was active, and he licked his lips in anticipation.

Grunt’s other hand joined in on the fun, those swollen mounds of beef flexed from the rough grope they were given. Those appendages seemed affixed to where they were grasping, lovingly caressing those slabs until they received one final tense before letting go. “It’s damn great.” He was all smiles.

“Glad to hear it.” A thought then crossed Wrex’s mind. “You’ve been helping them with making all those new buildings?”

“A bit, yeah. Why?”

“Well,” Wrex leaned above the smaller colossus, a playful twinkle in his eyes, “it makes for a good workout, doesn’t it?”

That prompted Grunt to hoist the boulder by his foot with a chuckle, carrying it on his broad shoulder like one would a weapon. “It does. I’m liking how easy this is.”

It was time to plant the seed. “Then I’d suggest keeping that up in the times when they’re not building anything. Just keep finding heavier stuff to lift and really show yourself what you’re made of.” Wrex hoped he’d get to come back to a krogan his size or bigger the next time he managed to come back.

“Oh, I plan to!” That boulder found itself being heaved by one hand, suspended in the air by over a ton of krogan beefcake. “I’m gonna make this thing look puny some day.”

“That’s what I like to hear! You’re gonna catch up to me in no time flat.” Wrex had no qualms in gassing the other man up; he actually liked people being as eager about the same things as he was. But he didn’t get much of a chance to keep going. Behind him he heard someone shout his name, with one of the scientists trying to grab his attention. Apparently his stay was going to be short-lived as a call from the front lines requested him back at the soonest point in time. It annoyed him that he couldn’t even watch Grunt in action, but the continued military success of his allies was of the utmost importance.

But that didn’t faze him. He was a warrior after all, and when duty called, he answered. It just meant he’d have something to look forward to upon his next return, something he couldn’t get anywhere else.

The thought alone had his blood pumping.

***

Another year, another momentary reprieve. Wrex had earned it after what he’d gone through. Krogans had become known for having what other forces called a ‘mobile tank’ – that being him – and started adapting their strategy to try and circumvent his inconceivable presence.

That’s when his men fell victim to an ambush. Many survived, but it meant he needed to be more vigilant, to guarantee victory out in the field, and make damn sure that never happened again.

And to his credit he was successful in his endeavours. Since keeping a watchful eye out, the fatality rate of his crew plummeted dramatically, the fights both taken and forced upon them easier to win as a result. Success never tasted as sweet as beating the enemy at their own game.

With that came the benefit of opposing forces retreating in some areas, giving his side some breathing room to reinforce the different regions and prevent a re-assault as much as possible. He reflected on his time partaking in the trial that got him that huge in the first place, thinking of how much had been achieved since then. An idea one of his men came up with on a whim suddenly morphed into the greatest accomplishment his race had gotten in years.

Which had him reminiscing of his home planet and the troops he’d left behind, as well as the ongoing experiment to make another krogan like him a reality. If he’d done his math correctly, this was the same stretch of time he took to blimp up into the statuesque mass mountain he’d become. He couldn’t wait to see the results.

The shuttle back to Tuchanka wasn’t any less pleasant after multiple trips. If anything, it highlighted the lack of transport options he had as a behemoth. He knew he had to raise a complaint at some point if he wanted anything done about it, but he was the one winning the war for his side, so in his mind accommodating him should be a given.

Ah, he’d grumble about it for now and solve the problem later. Right now, he had other things on his mind.

While it wasn’t completely unexpected, the fact that his faction’s base camp had evolved so much in such little time had him astounded, not quite understanding the purpose of the new buildings, but still appreciating his people continuing to advance themselves in his absence. It certainly made his role as leader that much easier.

But he was more interested in the man of the hour, and with how much he stuck out in a crowd, he knew there’d be no hiding a beast the size of him anywhere on the planet. In fact, his target was in sight almost immediately. “Looking good, Grunt!”

“Wrex!” A sheen of sweat down Grunt’s naked form shone in the overhead sun, accentuating the bloated musculature accumulated over the course of the year. The area he was situated in indicated a lot of training had taken place using his weight as the main form of resistance. “Glad you could make it back again. Shame you can’t be here to see me in action.”

“War is hell, Grunt. I gotta protect the troops or we lose the ground we fought so hard to gain.” Wrex definitely liked what he saw. The younger krogan was the spitting image of him in magnitude, though he couldn’t deny the youthful energy that poured off the other man. Were he not clad in such restrictive battle armour, he’d have busted a fat nut then and there merely from looking at his subordinate.

“Man, I used to think you were so much bigger than me. Funny how things change over time.” And how. Grunt now sported biceps bigger than his head, flexing and contracting with every move made, rubbing against some other hunk of muscle even when doing something basic. He couldn’t not be a leviathan specimen of a krogan anymore, not that he wanted to.

He smirked. “Are you impressed?”

“Hell yeah, I am!” The sensation of growth was one Wrex missed, knowing exactly what his friend was going through and enjoying from an outside perspective. It brought him back to his days working out, discovering his limits and pushing past them as much as he could, wanting to chase a bigger high with every session. It was a tad obsessive looking back, but, hey, the results spoke for themselves. He’d helped take back planets with defenses deemed completely impenetrable without so much as a speck of damage along his hulking frame.

And now he got to witness the rise of a new muscle monster; with limbs that could rend any manmade structure in twain; a chest that could collapse the natural rock formations across the world with merely a budge from a set of prodigious pectorals; legs that could crunch a battleship into wads of metal, glass, and plastic; and a cock that could puncture the surface the planet with little effort required, complete with a set of four fattened cum tanks visibly churning with seed. Yeah, that’s what he was hoping to see when he got back, and he was the farthest thing from disappointed.

It made him wonder how much Grunt took after him. “Surprised you haven’t taken a break and blown off some steam.”

“I do that on occasion, but I don’t wanna stop now. I’m in the zone. I gotta keep going if I wanna make you proud.”

Not quite the response Wrex was hoping for, but one that tickled him all the same. “Ah, you’ve done that and more.” The delicious physique modeled by the other titan got his motor running and then some. He bet that log of fuckmeat could do some serious damage, much like he did in that position.

“Well, as much as I like firing my cannon off, I got some more that need attending to.” Grunt brought his arms up into a pump, giving his swollen bis a quick kiss before returning to the station he was at before being interrupted. “It’ll only be a few more hours.”

“Aw, I might have to miss it.” Wrex’s tight schedule left him little in the way for leisure. He’d hoped his recent triumphs would be enough to have more of an extended time off, but his own superiors deemed him too important to let go for too long. As frustrating as it was, he was inclined to agree, much to his own chagrin.

But seeing Grunt’s progress had him wondering. Being the same size as him was a good look, and no doubt he’d have more to gawk at come next year, but a part of him wanted to accelerate the process, to really tack mass onto the other colossus. He had his mind set on returning home to find a giant that made him look puny, to really sell the image that krogans were nothing to mess with.

The men part of the procedure had been diligent in their workouts, but their numbers had remained constant, which meant the gains contributed would be just as fixed in place. With the battles he’d won he had more units at his disposal. Perhaps it’d be a boon to include them as part of the donor squad…

***

Wrex grew impatient as the shuttle took him back home. His mind had been preoccupied with the thought of what Grunt would look at after yet more time, the mountain he’d meet getting his heart racing. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this excited over anything.

His time away from his planet was agony, not being around his kind wearing on him. Even if it was just a reprieve from battle, he still heartily accepted it as any chance to stop for a breath was very much something he craved. Any more time out on the battlefield and he’d likely lose his mind.

Stepping out onto the rocky terrain greeted him with the sight of an even bigger settlement than before, this one made for the military operation of his clan’s home base as all the troops he had stay behind needed somewhere to live, filling out these domiciles faster than they could be constructed. Oh yeah, everything was coming together.

And he didn’t even have to search very hard to find what he was looking for as Grunt stood out amongst everything else in the area.

The man could be described as anything ranging from ‘huge’ to ‘the biggest living thing in the known universe’ as Wrex had finally been outsized by the gargantuan goliath who chest he barely reached, his head likely fitting under those sweaty planetoids affixed to the younger krogan’s chest, so blimped with beef that anyone caught underneath would have trouble trying to find the sun again. The visage of a figure so imposing that not even the sun could withstand that kind of size had his heart flutter.

He’d have stayed lost in his daydreams if he wasn’t startled back to reality by the guy he was fantasizing over. “Wrex?” Grunt chuckled, having to bend down to see him and inadvertently showing off those impossible mounds in the process. “Hey, I wasn’t expecting you back today. How’ve you been?”

“Busy, but I’ve been granted extra time off thanks to all the work I’ve put in.” The long hours dealing with logistics had him exhausted, making him happy that he got a break from the tedious work in spite of how important it was. He then smirked, remembering something that took place a couple of weeks ago. “Plus I might’ve said that other races should be pulling their weight more, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

That got Grunt to laugh in response. “No, I believe you. No one works as hard as we do.”

“I can tell. Look at you! You’re everything we oughta be and more.” Trying to keep his salivation over the other man’s physique to a minimum, Wrex prevented himself from mentioning anything related to muscle and size no matter how much he wanted to. If there was anything he happened to learn in his time on the front lines, it was being civil when the situation called for it, which happened a surprising number of times now that he thought about it.

“You think so?” And with Grunt posing, it made things even more difficult. He could see the carefully carved bulk out on display, the grotesque dimensions bulging for all to see. A back that encroached on the footprint of the main research station had become reality, those delicious lats spreading out so far that the other man’s width attempted to match his height, which only made him more excited. Those traps all but locked his friend’s head forward, appearing scalable at his own impressive magnitude, which meant the men who actually provided all that size would need mountaineering equipment to accomplish the same thing. He didn’t think it was possible, but seeing this level of muscularity in real life had him weak in the knees.

But he couldn’t let his subordinate know his fantasies. Not yet, at least. “Could you imagine the level of success we’d face if every krogan alive looked like that? We’d be unstoppable, genophage be damned!” But no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the biggest ass he’d ever seen in his life – which felt extremely obvious when he put thought into it. Each of those cheeks looked bigger than the Mako was and stronger than an entire platoon of soldiers. No doubt the combined force of them could do some serious damage, and made him glad he backed what many considered to be a crazy idea. They just couldn’t see the brilliance that he did.

And then an idea hit him – a horny one, but a good test of power nonetheless. “Say, do you think you could hoist that rock over there?” He pointed to a rock formation not far from them, one he wouldn’t be able to even think about moving while knowing it’d be a cakewalk for the other man.

“Oh sure, it’ll be a snap.” Without even warming up, Grunt gripped the stone with both hands and tugged, the tons of rock giving way to fingers strong enough to crush buildings between. The natural world was a harsh environment to live in as a regular-sized person, but tearing the rock formation out of the ground proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that it could be tamed. At least, it was a rock formation at one point. Now it looked more akin to a toy to the goliath effortlessly heaving it. “Hey, that was fun!” He tried balancing it on one finger, successful for a time, only for him to lose track of the stone’s centre of gravity and have it crash to the ground below, alerting everyone in the area thanks to the earth-shattering impact. “Ah…”

“Hey, don’t sweat it, big guy. I’m sure those coats can hook you up with equipment meant for a guy your size.” If this armour wasn’t made from one of the most durable substances in the universe, then Wrex’s tool would’ve smashed right through it by now. It was maddeningly caged up while he was forced to wear it, his quad balls aching to let loose a deluge of creamy batter everywhere.

But that thought alone cause him to look towards the younger krogan again, this time honing in on what had to be the most impressive part of the beast – that leviathan obelisk at half-mast, no doubt affected by a permanent base level of arousal from the sheer amount of testosterone saturating the colossus’ body. He felt emboldened; now was the time to make his move.

“You know, Grunt,” he patted along the mammothian rod, thrilled with how it twitched from just a simple touch, “I think you’re ready.”

Grunt gasped, both his fingers and toes curling. “Wrex, what are you doing?” He forced his voice into a whisper.

“I think it’s time you fulfill what you were born to do.” Wrex felt his very soul stir when that pillar of fuckflesh rose first to his face and then above it, the blood rushing in and forcing it to stand proud. A part of him wanted to have that for himself and feel what it was like, but a stronger part of him wanted to experience what that thing was capable of from his position right now.

Not even giving Grunt an option, Wrex led him over to where the main lab was located, a bit amused by the bashful nature of the giant. If he were that size, he’d be anything but.

He eyed the researchers at work, most too busy to notice the tremors caused by the biggest pair of stompers Tuchanka had ever experienced. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road.” He had to announce it outside of the building as he was far too large to enter. “He’s good to go.”

That prompted one of the scientists to dash out the doorway, his face contorted in apprehension at the sudden request. “Uh, sir? About the mount…”

“It is built, right? I hope you guys haven’t been sitting around doing nothing!”

“No, it is, sir. It’s just that—”

“It’s been constructed. Has it been hooked up to a collection apparatus?”

“Yes.”

“And we have tanks ready to store everything.”

“Yes. You just need to know that—”

“Then we’re ready to go,” Wrex declared. He expected an immediate response, only to see the same researcher standing in his shadow. “Why are you stalling? The fate of our species is on the line!” That drove the smaller man back inside, where a number of them began arguing. Ugh, it was all so tedious.

But eventually it had been brought outside for use. Only one look at the breeding mount the scientists had set up was needed to get his blood pumping. That thing was as big as he was, and looked just as durable! If he weren’t affected, he’d spend many days and nights making love to that thing. But that wasn’t why he was there. Thoughts ran rampant through his brain at the coming exhibition of virile krogan masculinity. In spite of his restrictive armour, there was a chance his cock was making an appearance.

And then Grunt stood behind it, that incomprehensible cock of his being the same size as it. He knew that mount wouldn’t last, his look of anxiety plastered on his face told that to everyone.

It was perfect.

Wrex watched with bated breath as a shaft that gave him a run for his money positioned itself in front of the access hole, unmistakably mismatched in size, and yet still attempting to fit. The shadow cast by the titan’s towering form provided him some protection from the sun as the suit did an excellent job of keeping his body heat contained. He should’ve taken that damn thing off ages ago.

But eventually an effort was made, the head of Grunt’s prick too big for the access point, and yet still being forced into it, the sound it made a combination of fleshy suction and creaking metal. The overwhelming need for release had him pent up as all hell, wondering if he’d pass out before the event was over. He hoped not as he wanted to ensure the continued survival of his kind.

And also the show would be the hottest thing anyone would ever get to watch in their lives.

A loud groan sounded out overhead, his mouth curling at the corners as it meant the gigantic krogan was pushing forward, thrusting that spire further into the apparatus to try and open it up a bit more, to provide more room for a length as godlike as that was. Watching the machinery bend to his friend’s will had him hot under the collar and begging to witness more.

Like how the tip had reached where the suction device was located while that monster hog was barely halfway in. He was about to faint.

But there was no time for theatrics as the younger krogan bucked his hips, that crotch cannon gliding in and out of the machine despite all the resistance a hole that small provided. He quavered on the spot, needing to spread his legs apart a tad more just to give himself some more support, though the way the larger man ravaged the mount had him wanting to blow a load himself.

Ah, to hell with decency. Finally having enough, he pulled that suit where the fasteners stuck to his own bloated form, popping them off with both unbridled strength and horniness, his dick practically begging to be freed. He knew Grunt wouldn’t be able to see it while busy, but he suspected his subordinate would appreciate the extraordinary size he’d attained even if it wasn’t as monumental as the member pulverizing the collection instrument.

At long last he was free. His breathing ramped up as he gripped his own meat, the powerful display in front of him too much for him to ignore and pushing him to bust his own nut. He felt like he was at the mercy of a rut hit species never experienced, the raging inferno of lust swirling around inside him, wanting to know what that cock felt like inside him, knowing he could handle it better than any mount ever could. Merely observing illustrated that perfectly as the rivets holding it together started coming loose from the unrelenting force the colossus imposed upon it. He’d never fall apart like that, and he was dying to prove it.

One of his hands found purchase on a fat nip as he stared at the muscle mountain hunkering over the device, such a frail machine unable to withstand the might of several dozen tons of krogan bulk, coming apart at the seams and making the scientists scramble. Oh, how he’d show he was better than that. They could take all the measurements they wanted as his guts were scrambled. He wouldn’t skip and beat and be ready for more, just as any man in his position would. That was what his kind were capable of.

His rise in libido crescendoed alongside Grunt’s, the pressure building up inside his four cum tanks nowhere near as robust as the ones literally creating divots in the ground, but it greatly outpaced everyone else in the universe by far. The experiment had been an unequivocal success, and he was proud to have taken part when no one else would.

The groaning of steel explained the situation to him perfectly, which was fortuitous as the furious jerking of his shaft had his eyes screwed shut as he dropped to his knees. Each sound of destruction painted a vivid image in his head of what the giant was doing.

Grunt had obviously fucked the hole open wide enough to accept that massive, throbbing schlong, which tore the machinery apart, leaving less than half of it operational as it did its damndest trying to provide enough stimulation to service cockflesh that weighed in the tons. God, that was hot – to be so incomparably enormous that modern equipment could compare sounded like a dream to him. It was even hotter that it was a reality to his friend. He’d have his way with it soon enough.

He could feel his taint pulsating from arousal, signaling he didn’t have much time left, but if the escalating moaning coming from the behemoth was any indication, then he wasn’t the only one. He pumped his length like his life depended on it, his fingers slipping along the veiny surface from the copious rivulets of precum dribbling down to his pelvis. He was so close. His breathing hastened, his lungs taking shallower breaths. He wanted it— no, needed it. His fingers gripped his nipple, teeth bared as his hand became a blur, only a few more jerks until.

“AHHH!” Grunt cried out, plunging the tip of his rod directly into the suction device, the rest of the apparatus a collection of debris fallen to the sides, coated in gooey preseed. Viscous spunk rocketed from the opening of his bulging cumpipe directly into the collection mechanism. Using the ground as support caused him to dig up solid rock where his hands were, his clenching fists crumbling it to pebbles.

Hearing the other krogan wail in ecstasy caused a chain reaction in Wrex, who could no longer hold on and simply let himself fall over the edge of climax. His titanic testosterone factories were so keen on being drained that they blasted out everything they could, causing his girthy spire to spray everything in front of him with a musky shower of jizz, which included the monstrous form of the other orgasming krogan. The deluge was half a sigh of relief that his urges had finally been sated and half a show that he was the perfect man to tame a beast of that tremendous size. He’d show Grunt a thing or two; he’d probably have to given his years of sexual experience over his friend.

There was no way for him to know how long his release had lasted before he could open his eyes again, though upon doing so he was greeted with the sight of the sun having started going down, indicating everything he’d taken part of consumed the entirety of the afternoon. Considering how stifled his junk had been over the course of that week, he didn’t doubt that he creamed himself for hours.

But the real star of the show was Grunt, who’d been panting up a storm as his flow trickled to a halt. His formidable size kept him stable while he all but fucked the mount to smithereens, the remains a slimy, unsalvageable, pearlescent mess. All he was able to do was lean backwards, falling flat on his ass and cratering the ground where he landed.

The staff of the research facility had scattered, getting out of the way of what would’ve been the biggest flood Tuchanka would have witnessed had it not been contained. Reasonably, at least. A closer examination of the structure told Wrex there were several tanks meant to collect Grunt’s seed – maybe a dozen or so – and they’d all been overfilled to the point where a river of spooge had begun pouring out of the front entrance. Now that’s something to be proud of!

And then he turned to the goliath with the biggest grin he could possibly muster. “That was a hell of a ride!”

“I didn’t think I could do that.” Grunt bleated out between wheezy chuckles. His hand rested on his chest as he caught his breath.

“You’re certainly the best of us now. A lot of people look up to you. It’s really got me thinking.” Forcing himself to his feet, Wrex padded over to the hulking beast, leaning on a colossal quad that belied its appearance by being soft, yet rigid to the touch thanks to the krogan’s thinner skin. “I’m thinking it might be time for me to step down from my position.”

That made Grunt jump back in alarm, a thud resounding across the landscape as his hand crashed into the rocky terrain. “Sir?”

“I’m feeling it in my bones, Grunt. I may look like I could rip a planet apart, but age affects me just as much as it does anyone else.”

“I don’t… I mean, I think you should…” Grunt fumbled repeatedly, unable to get a full sentence out. His mouth continued to form consonants without any noise accompanying them. “I’m not sure that’s the right thing to do.”

“I am.” Wrex used the younger man’s meaty thigh as a means to help himself up. “In one of the last battles I was a part of before heading back here, I had something like a rocket fired from a ship hit me directly in the knee and dislocate it. The procedure to pop it back into place lasted hours.” He rubbed along the other krogan’s inflated musculature. “I’m good, Grunt. I’m ready to move on. I’ve done more than my fair share of fighting.”

Obviously not what he wanted to hear, Grunt rubbed the back of his neck, his hand disappearing behind titanic traps that rose higher than his head. “Alright, I guess I see your point of view, even if I don’t necessarily agree with it.” He moved in closer. “Who were you thinking of as a replacement?”

Wrex merely stood silent, the grin on his face telling all.

Grunt looked back, his eyes wide as saucers, fingers tangling together. He acted completely unlike what anyone would imagine a man of his incredible stature would. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I’m honoured, don’t get me wrong, but… I’m barely a member of this clan.”

Wrex quirked a brow. “And?”

“You were born into it. I wasn’t.”

Hearing that made Wrex shrug his boulder shoulders. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“They won’t accept me!”

“They’ll have no choice. It’s my decision, and they’re gonna have to respect that.” Wrex was resolute in his words, his years of experience in orating at work. “Besides, it’s not like anyone’s gonna argue with someone who can flatten them without trying.”

“Sir—”

“Oh, cut the ‘sir’ crap.” That man had a lot of growing up to do, Wrex thought. It gave him a good laugh though. “You don’t need to do that anymore.”

The weight of the offer had stunned Grunt into silence. Wordless moments punctuated the clatter of researchers running around the pair of them, unsure of what to do. “Wrex, I don’t know what to say.”

“Say yes.”

“And what would you do? I can’t see you returning to life as a mere soldier!”

“I was thinking…” A mischievous glint shone bright in Wrex’s eyes. “I’d probably be perfect as your advisor.”

“Advisor?” Grunt cocked his head, which involved tilting his shoulders as his neck was too swollen for movements like that anymore.

Smiling so wide his teeth couldn’t be hidden, Wrex confidently leaned against the other man, his hand delightedly gripping onto a stuffed pec he couldn’t get enough of. “Yeah, show you the ropes and stuff. I gotta get you up to speed, after all.”

All the hints he was giving seemed to actually be getting through to Grunt. “And what would you show me?” His tone inquisitive.

***

Many days and nights had passed since that momentous evening. Clan Urdnot was instantly accepting of the new leader, the surprise on Grunt’s face shared by no one else. Wrex knew his people were aware of the titan’s abilities, and with him by the side of the sexiest krogan to have ever lived, he recognized the potential his kind had in carving out their space in the universe again. And with the krogan repopulation efforts successful, everything was becoming right once more.

Which left him to educate the behemoth in the ways of leading. Grunt already had the rapt attention of all those in the base camp – as well as their allies, much to his shock – so Wrex instructed him to tell them whatever came naturally. That happened to be fitting multiple receiver devices onto several of their men, grateful for the opportunity to become giants as well, and include as many krogan troops as were available. That way splitting the gains wasn’t quite as undesirable an outcome as it used to be. Wrex couldn’t be prouder.

But then there was also tending to the goliath’s enormous needs. He’d been waiting for the opportunity to the point where he considered riding that monster the first chance he got, but ever the consummate professional, he controlled himself until Grunt was ready for it as well.

To say his rear entrance was a tight fit would undersell just how much effort went into taking an obelisk bigger than he was. But it happened, which thrilled him as the stimulation from being stuffed to brim alone had him blast a few volleys across the floor. He’d lost what little shame he had left.

The two of them then spent whatever free time they had in the throne room fucking, the noises they made unheard by their clan as everyone else was too preoccupied with work to notice the colossi going to town on each other. While Wrex didn’t mind an audience, he appreciated that his people took their roles seriously enough to ignore what he thought was conspicuous.

This kept going each night, the pair of them rutting like feral beasts as they silently professed how much they loved what the other did for them. Wrex had never been stretched out to quite this degree before – even with the set of toys he had back when he was smaller that no one knew about – and Grunt had someone who could get him to explode in a frenzied fit of arousal. In spite of the size mismatch, they were made for each other.

But obviously balls that pushed Grunt’s feet apart needed somewhere for all that spunk to go lest it drench the room. That was where Wrex came in as, which he discovered the first time they made love, he could take whatever was pumped into him thanks to a quirk in his physiology that let his gut swell as much as it needed to in order to take it all in, with barely a drop dribbling down from his hole after the fact. Every time it happened caused Grunt to react in awe.

A mighty bellow was the only warning Wrex was given before he felt his bowels get distended by the colossus’ cumpipe, those tanks overwhelming his anal canal to the point where his gut was the only place for the jizz to accumulate. Within seconds it began blimping up, inflating as if he was connected to a compressor forcing it all inside him and not the hog of another krogan, taking in everything as it started hanging below him as he was suspended on his lover’s monolithic prick. It then equaled his size before violently shooting past it, reaching double, then triple, then sextuple his magnitude and still not stopping. The leathery hide of his abdomen touched the ground soon after before starting to smother it, his ballooning innards covering a lot of the ground around them, encroaching on the territory where Grunt’s fattened orbs lay. His own shots of cum had nowhere to be contained, so he sprayed wherever his tool was pointing, usually coating the both of them in his frothy ballbatter.

By the time everything was said and done, he looked more like an oversized zeppelin filled with spunk than a krogan who could hurl the throne over a kilometre from their location. That had Grunt snickering as his flow came to a stop, pulling out of an ass getting more muscular by the day. “I still can’t believe you can do that.” He looked at the blimp the height of his abs. “You sure you’re okay with that? Seems like it could be uncomfortable.”

“Oh, I don’t mind at all.” True to his words, Wrex was on cloud nine. None of this was regretted in the slightest, and he’d sing the other krogan’s praise whenever he had the chance to.

“I’m just amazed you haven’t put on an ounce of fat at all.”

Hearing that got Wrex to pump his arms out, flexing his upper body in an admittedly impressive display that showed he wasn’t someone to be trifled with. “Hey, gotta feed these things somehow, right?”

The view from the throne room didn’t quite show the operations of their clan, but a quick peek outside showed Grunt the fruits of the scientists labour as the several men he’d selected to join their ranks were already well on their way to being goliaths in their own right even after only a couple months had passed. “Damn, those guys are catching up quick!”

“They’re eager to please the one who let them get that big in the first place.”

That put a smile on Grunt’s face. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“And to think you were worried about doing a bad job leading us.” Wrex knew the younger man was a natural-born leader. He just needed to coax it out.

“Hey, I had a great teacher!”

Wrex merely smirked. “The goddamn best around.”