You page-pose, "Komatsu strokes his chin thoughtfully. He's not let himself enjoy the amusement of a city for a while. After all, the species does need to be culled periodically..." to Ottsel

In a page-pose to you, Ottsel sighs, pushing through the crowd on the sidewalk, trying to get back to his office. He erks as he bumps into a woman on a cellphone, getting coffee on his jacket! "Oh, great!" He groans and keeps walking, already late, no time to head back, "This is gonna be one of those days..."

Son of Wreaking Havoc on Chicago!
You tower above the buildings in the sprawl of Chicago. With every movement, you can easily lay waste to the city. Buildings stand around you, but you tower over most of them. Below you, crowds of helpless people scream at the sight of you, and vainly run for cover. A traffic jam adds to the confusion, as confused drivers try to escape, but end up crashing into one another, further adding to the carnage. Panic has gripped the heart of the citizens of Chicago, and for good reason. Already, some minor blazes have started because of the arrival of the gargantuans, and the fire departments try vainly to control the fires. The Sox Stadium stands nearby, and is a scene of sheer chaos as fans run over each other, trying to escape. The Sears Tower stands nearby, taller than any of the skyscrapers. A cloverleaf in the highway system nearby is a scene of chaos as a couple of overturned semis block traffic for miles. The golden arches of a McDonald's catch your attention nearby. Crowds of helpless citizens cry out at your presence. A large skyscraper stands nearby. A power plant stands near the river. The citizens of Chicago are no match for the might of the towering titans.

( One of those days indeed. Ahead there seems to be some commotion, a lot of activity and voices in the next block. People seem to be running a though a marathon was in progress, but it soon becomes apparent that this is no sport -- at least, not for your kind. From the right a gigantic, three-toed foot clad in blue hide sweeps into view. It comes crashing down in the middle of the intersection, obliterating an untold number of people all at once. )

Ottsel oofs, getting shoved again, dropping his coffee! "Oh goddammit!" He looks up, watching everyone run by him. The otter scratches his head, turning back around in time to see the huge foot come crashing down into the intersection. He gapes in shock for a few seconds, before following the crowd, pushing and shoving as he tries to move his way through it! Ahead of him someone trips, nearly taking the otter out, but he deftly leaps over the poor betrampled fur!

Komatsu's muscular leg follows his foot. That foot pivots, toes grinding into the pavement, and the entire towering form of the great Dz'isu looms into view. His eyes are narrowed, a chilling draconian smirk on his muzzle. Gone are his usual spandex briefs. His massive penis swings freely, thudding against his thighs with a meaty noise that is nearly audible over the din of the crowd. The look in his eye is cold and mirthful. If there is any doubt as to his intention it is erased as he slowly raises the foot that stepped down into the intersection. Its underside is smeared with redness and bits of cloth, and with deliberately slow movements he swings that upraised foot forward.

Ottsel looks back as he runs with the crowd, gasping suddenly! He stares up in awe at the great Dz'isu that looms over the city. His eyes fall upon the tremendous shaft, then down the muscular thighs to that paw that's slowly rising up again! The otter keeps pushing, moving to the side and ducking into an alley with a couple other furs! the majority keeps running through the streets, some trying to puh into the subway entrance, clogging it up!

Komatsu lets his foot hover for a few moments. Cruelly, he flexes his toes, torturing the slow-running humans cowering in its shadow. A few bits of their predecessors peel off and rain down on them. After a moment the giant tires of the game, and steps down heavily on them. Enormous leg muscles shift and tense as his weight comes down. His muzzle breaks into a cold smile at the feel of the puny bodies crunching under his foot. Their purpose spent, he simply walks on, leaving their remains behind him for the scavengers. He is not interested in their meat. Today, he intends simply to kill them. overpopulation is bad for the species after all...but then, that doesn't mean he can't take some pleasure in his grim work.

Ottsel cowers in the alley with about a dozen other people. They can all hear the screams, watching the crowds of people run by. They all tense up and go silent when they hear the huge boom of your foot come stomping down on the crowd. They can hear the crunches and squelches, eliciting a few sickened groans, followed by shushes! They all push back against the wall, Ottsel at the front of the group, hoping to God that you just keep walking by.

Komatsu takes another step, a much longer one, his foot sweeping deliberately far over the heads of those fleeing his assault. It comes down, but without intent to crush them. Instead his huge clawed toes curl downward, and he draws his leg back, catching the fleeing people with his claws and raking them back in a huge pile toward him. He does this again, and again, leaving deep furrows ripped into the pavement, and a teeming mass of humanity struggling beneath him. Smiling in satisfaction, he plants his foot down so that he surrounds them, and then with his tail raised, he begins to squat down.

Ottsel watches your huge paw drag past the alley repeatedly. His curiosity gets the best of him, and against the pleadings of the other refugees, the otter starts to creep out to the entrance of the alleyway. He pokes his head out, watching you scoop up a pile of people. The mustelid grunts and adjusts his pants, scolding himself for thinking anything of another male, but still he can;t help but admire the godlike specimen. He can't contain a low groan as he watches the Dz'isu squat down, getting a good look at that huge rump, "Oh my god..."

Komatsu rumbles in amusement as well as in heartless anticipation as he squats lower, his powerful legs bulging, claws tearing into the pavement on either side of the people he keeps trapped beneath him. From your vantage point you can see some of them fall, writhing, arms thrust upward defensively before his gigantic balls settle down atop them. The great scrotum rolls over them, burying them, though their kicking can still be faintly seen under the heavy flesh. His colossal penis, thick and flaccid, drops down into their midst, and with a cruel chuckle he rocks from side to side, letting the mammoth organ batter people from one side to the other, toying with them.

Ottsel eye widens and meeps, "Holy fuck!" He clamps a paw over his muzzle and watches. By now he's not even trying to fight the painful bulge in his dress pants. He whimpers as he watches those huge balls sways side to side over the struggling people. He stares at th massive penis, his jaw dropping he gapes in awe, "Who is this guy...?" The hybrid turns back to the others, "You hafta see this!" The other refugees just slink back farther, not daring to come out. The hybrid soon realizes that everyone has hidden or fled the scene, and that aside from the trapped souls under your huge balls, he's the only one visible.

( That is not quite true. Many of those who are not currently being mashed, or smothered, beneath the titanic scrotum are stumbling behind the giant now, scrambling in the shadow of his powerful rump and trying to escape behind them. He takes no notice, or that is how it appears. As though possessing sight of its own, though, his enormous tail sweeps down and falls like a wall in their path. At its tip, the wide and flat spade flexes nimbly, then sweeps inward to gather them all together and finally surround them like a fist. They can be heard muffledly screaming, so at least they are still alive. While the giant continues his brutal game of battering people with his penis, his tail turns and rises up between the muscular curves of his rump. It flattens out there, then begins an odd flexing, the middle indenting, then cupping, then clenching, then cupping again. It does this several times and then casually swings away. There is no sign of any of the captured victims...other than a human arm and leg that are waving feebly from the center of the monster's clenching anus. )

Ottsel looks around, then quickly scurries forward to hide behind an overturned cab. He watches from the assumed safety of the vehicle as you continue to torment the people of the city. He leans over to look behind you, watching that thick, powerful tail grab a crowd of people. He gapes in shock, watching as you push them into your rump. The little mustelid moans louder, grunting. For the past week he's been having dreams of being giant, of finally showing the world who's boss. Now here, in his own town, another giant has emerged, and is doing everything he ever dreamed of. He watches with intense interest, staring at your huge cock and orbs, panting, "I've gotta talk to him... he can help me.

Komatsu rumbles in pleasure, his tailhole clenching hard and literally sucking the flapping limbs inside. It continues to flex, chewing on the helpless and screaming prisoners within, encouraging them to keep kicking and pleasure their tormentor. At last he rises up, his gigantic balls lifting off of a great expanse of bodies, some smeared into mush, some intact and lifeless, others twitching faintly. He is erect now, his cock towering over the survivors below, whom he now ignores. Instead he shuffles forward, still crouched, and straddles the entrance to the subway into which so many sought refuge. He leans forward and lands with a thundering CRASH on all fours. More screams rise and a few people can be seen scrambling for cover in the subway entrance just before the monstrous erection rams down deep into it.

Ottsel erps, looking up as you stand up. He meeps, you stepping right over him, giving him a great view of your ass and balls. He turns around, scrambling over the car to the other side to watch. He eyes our cock, admiring it's size, and girth. He yelps though, when he sees you ram it into the subway entrance, sealing everyone inside! He lets out a low groan, both is fear and lust, but mostly fear. He can hear the screams of the people inside as they struggle, many of them trapped under your cock, wriggling helplessly for their pathetic lives.

Komatsu moans and sighs, his gargantuan musculature tensing all over at the savage pleasure of tiny playthings wiggling against his cock. His tailhole, still clenching rythmically around its living ass-toys, disappears for a moment as his rump cheeks clench together, and then reappears. He's thrusting down into the subway, his huge balls slamming down on the pavement, his hips setting up a small earthquake. One hand rises up, balls into a fist, and then smashes violently down into the street up near the Dz'isu's head. He rips back a chunk of concrete, and then, still mating the station, he thrusts his muzzle down into the hole he has made. A moment later he raises his head, his teeth gripping a teeming mass of human beings. With three greedy thrusts of his head he bolts them into his throat and swallows them all alive, then lowers his head for more.

Ottsel keeps moving forward slowly, watching in awe as you use the inhabitants as your playthings. He watches in fearful glee as you give them another purpose, satisfying your great hunger. The little ottsel moans loudly, hiding behind a chunk of debris, only about 20 feet from you. He watches each thrust of the massive cock, each bounce of those huge testicles. He studies your ass as it clenches tightly, and admires your throat as it bulges with its living meal. The screams of his fellow mortals only seems to turn him on more as you devestate his home.

Komatsu has trapped them underground between his plunging erection and his snapping jaws. It must be a horrendous decision for them: rush one way and risk being crushed under the mighty organ, rush the other and risk being snatched in the giant's mouth and eaten alive...or simply wait for one or the other. the screams that echo from below, however, make the horror quite plain. Komatsu's eyes are closed in pleasure. Each time he lifts his head a small army of squirming bodies can be seen trapped behind his fangs. He swallows them without a thought, their bodies rolling in bulges down his long throat, making barely a swell in his powerful and rippled belly. His broad chest is rising and falling faster and faster, his thrusts growing more violent, his crashing down against the subway entrance and collapsing it.

Ottsel's moans are growing more constant as he watches you, his hip thrusting at the air uncontrollably. He closes his eyes, imagining himself to be you, feeling the little people fighting against his cock. His muzzle opens and closes as he imagines himself leaning down and grabbing up a group of people in his jaws. He murrroans, almost able to feel them slide down his throat. He opens his eyes in time to watch the subway collapse, jumping a bit in surprise! "Whoa!"

Komatsu suddenly raises his head and groans. Every massive muscle locks up, bulging. There is a long, low crushing noise as his jaw clenches, and the screams within his mouth cease, blood running down his lower jaw. Blood trickles down the back of his balls and the inside of his left thigh, too, as those trapped within him are mashed into nothingness by the clenching force of his orgasm.

Ottsel watches in astonishment as you end the lives of those inside you. He bucks his hips wildly, then meeps as he too climaxes! He groans, looking down as a thick wet spot spread across his dress pant. The small mustelid looks up at the gigantic Dz'isu, smiling broadly, churring as he admires the destruction and chaos caused by the massive figure. He pants heavily, not quite believing he just got off on that.

Komatsu's lips are drawn back from his teeth. Human meat is clenched tightly between his jaws, blood dripping down. He is panting through his nose in deep, shuddery breaths. All at once he opens his eyes, then swings his head toward you. Blood falls like rain onto the pavement, splashing and splattering, and he lowers his nose to you, fixing you with his gaze.

Ottsel gasps as he's suddenly looking into your eyes. He meeps as blood comes splashing down on his, ruining his clothes. The little ottery ear tucks and gulps, suddenly very intimidated by your presence, "P-please... sir... don't kill me. I, I want to help!"

Komatsu raises his head a little. His tapered tongue thrusts out from between his teeth and licks all of the meat in; he swallows, then licks much of the blood from his muzzle, swallowing that as well. Again he lowers his nose, peering intently at you, his eyes amused. "Then what do you recommend?" he thunders, his voice making your bones vibrate in your chest.

Ottsel's lip trembles as he watches you finish the remains of the subway people. His entire body tenses up when you speak, the little hybrid's knees shaking. He gulps and nods, trying to look you in the eyes, "M-make me like you. I can help you out, be like... like an apprentice!" He grins up at you, unaware of his impudence, "We could rampage together, like a team!"

Komatsu narrows his eyes at you, and then chuckles deeply. There is a rumbling noise as he drags his spent cock out of the collapsed subway entrance, and with his gaze still on you, he rises to his knees.

Ottsel cowers a bit. He grrks and watches you rise up, his eyes glancing at your huge, spent shaft. He gulps again and looks up at you, craning his neck, "S-so... whaddya say?"

Komatsu chuckles again and licks his tongue over his lips, sweeping away a bit more of the blood. Without a word he turns and walks away, his great clawed feet crashing noisily in the ruined street. He gives you no answer, save for the fact that you are still alive.

Ottsel gasps and meeps! He ties to follow you, clambering over debris and around mashed bodies! "Wait, don't leave me! Take me with you!" He runs as fast as he can, but you're pulling away, "Get back here!"

Komatsu steps over a low building, and disappears around a skyscraper.

Ottsel sinks to his knees, sighing.