However you look at him, Komatsu is *big*. He stands an unnerving 300 feet tall, with his upward-curving horns adding just a bit more to that. To the uneducated, he would appear to be a dragon, but if called such, he will politely correct the misnomer: "Dz'isu," he would say, in a voice that makes the bones rattle in the chests of most listeners. His hide is not scaly, but rather smooth, like polished leather. Upon the back and limbs it is a beautiful cobalt blue, whereas his belly and throat are bright yellow. Huge wings are tucked gracefully behind him. Black spandex briefs are the only adornment upon a body that is stocky and powerful, like that of a construction worker -- only fitting, as that is his calling. Indeed, every muscle stands out in firm relief with each movement of his immense body, rippling and flowing under his azure hide like ocean swells.

Komatsu circles high over the city, peering down at it with thoughtful eyes. The task before him causes him some small distress -- after all, he does like the human species on the whole. But then, he is a pragmatist, and knows that without any sort of population control, the species itself cannot remain viable. It is time to cull the herd. And if the job is a painful one, he might as well make the best of it. After all, there is enough dragon in his heritage to make him rather enjoy what needs to be done. He decends in long, slow spirals out of the clouds, and then draws himself upright with powerful wingbeats and drops straight down, his huge feet landing with a colossal BOOM in the center of the city.

( The city at first seems totally unaware of your presence, as you swoop down towards it. But at the first earthshaking thud, the populace starts to stir at what could have caused it. Hundreds flock to the windows, trying to take a peek at the awesome, gargantuan, dragon-like creature in their midst. Others, spill out onto the streets, and along with the passerbys, stare at the massive dragon, the cracked concrete beneath his huge feet. A flood of murmurs of whispers pass around the gathered crowds after they're done gawking the dragon, all of them not quite sure how to interpret this event yet. )

Komatsu slowly scans the crowd of tiny people below him, a thin smile on his lips. His wings fold shut and lay against his back, his tail idly waving behind him. For several long moments he just peers around the city, his expression calm and unreadable. At last he reaches down to the left hip of his briefs, where he unhooks a clasp. The taut fabric peels back in two halves, and he tugs them away from his body and drapes them neatly upon the spire of a nearby skyscraper. He stands now naked, his powerful body rising like a living mountain over the gawkers, his eyes once again playing over them.

( The whispering grows louder as you strip off your taunt briefs. Some continue to stare at you, finding it difficult to peel their eyes away from your crotch, while others, a little enthusiastic are mumbling something beneath their breaths. As you stand and watch, the crowd simply grows and grows, as people stream out in throves to see what is all about. Soon, the road in front of you is absolutely packed with people, mostly rushing towards you to get a better look. A few of even steps right up to your feet, to touch it, as if needing to verify what they are seeing. )

Komatsu's smile grows a little broader. This, too, is a crucial part of his task: weeding out the slow, the weak, and the dim. His immense chest rises and falls slowly and silently with his breathing. With every movement of his body his thick penis swings to and fro high over the heads of the onlookers. He waits until the crowd has grown suitably thick, and then his great weight shifts onto one leg. His gigantic, clawed foot rises and sweeps forward a half-step, slowing to an ominous hover over the heads of those immediately in front of him.

( A low soft moan raises over sea of whispers in certain areas as you continue to belay the true nature of this visit, quite a number admiring the virility of the Dz'isu before them. But that soon fades away as your foot raises and shifts, poised to settle in the middle of the crowd. A few shouts are heard, and the people beneath your paw start to shove at one another in an attempt to get out of the shadow of your foot. There is no panic yet, but the street is so tightly packed that it is almost impossible for them to get out of the way, not with the stream of new spectators arriving from the far side of the street, adding to the crowd. The earlier smaller group at your other feet, gawk up at your rump, and legs, trembling slightly in awe at the sight of the powerful muscles flex and shift above them. )

Komatsu watches with an air of detached amusement, as little people scramble and push to get out from under his ominously raised foot. He holds it over them for several long seconds, and then mischievously swings it further forward over a new crop. the shadow of his great toes sweeps over them, his vast sole looming, and after only a brief moment he sets his foot down atop them. It merely settles upon them, holding them down beneath its weight.

( The shouts, grunts and shoving soon shift to the new spot. You can even hear cruel snickers from the previous side as the 'action' is shifted away. The mood grows a little tense however, as your foot settles down on top of them, forcing the trapped lot to their knees. They writhe beneath your sole pleasantly, as they struggle to escape, while a few are yelling frantically at you to stop, as there are still people down there. )

Komatsu half-lids his eyes. A low, thundering rumble of pleasure rolls from deep within his chest as the puny strugglings caress the bottom of his foot. Slowly that mighty foot begins to slide back and forth, the great muscles of his leg shifting beneath his azure hide. It rolls the people helplessly beneath his sole, his thick toes occasionally flexing to prevent any from escaping.

( The little humans trapped beneath your foot can do nothing to free themselves as you roll your foot on them of them like logs. Even their cries are squeaks are muffled, and those with their hands outstretched for help quickly withdraw them, lest they too be slammed against the shins of the power trying to break free. In the human herd, you can see 'waves' and 'ripples' as people lean away from your foot in forced unison. Some, not quite scared of the big Dz'isu, even scale on top of your feet, shouting and asking others to get on to play with the friendly giant. )

Komatsu can't help but chuckle. This, indeed, is why he is here. A sad task, perhaps, but a very necessary one. No use arguing with nature. He amuses himself for a little while longer with those underfoot, and then the great foot rises a few meters, freeing them, though it remains hovering overhead.

( The crowd almost rushes back into the spot where you just stepped up, some to help those previously trapped to their feet, and others to try and experience the unique experience of being beneath a huge Dz'isu paw and surviving it. Those on top of your feet cling on to it to as it shifts, waving and smiling down to the others down beneath them as if they are on some kind of carnival. )

Komatsu chuckles and shakes his head. Then he takes a deep breath and raises his eyes, peering now further into the city. As though forgetting entirely about the tiny people clustered below he starts to walk forward. A massive foot rises and sweeps overhead, and then comes down on a new group of people, although this time it is not simply resting upon them. The full tonnage of the giant presses down on them, starting at his heel and rolling quickly forward to his toes. His other foot swings forward, claws sweeping through the crowd and battering some aside before that foot too crashes down in the thick of the crowd. The big Dz'isu walks slowly, casually, stepping on a dozen or more tiny people at a time without even noticing them, or even seeming to realize that he is killing them.

( The street seems to stretch down for quite a distance, flanked by tall office buildings throughout most of the way before it bends off to the side. As you take your first true step, there is silence for a second or two as your foot lands, and almost instantly crushes the smiling thrill seekers. Nothing but the sounds of crushed bone and squished flesh. Then as your other foot crashes down into their midst, someone screams, and a chain reaction is started. People try to flee away from the giant Dz'isu, pushing in earnest panic now. But their pace is bogged down by the crushing sea of humanity, and you're able to walk down easily on the living carpet, with a satisfying crunch each time your foot lands on the ground. )

Komatsu strolls idly, staring straight ahead, or occasionally at the taller buildings on either side of him. He does not acknowledge the squealing hoards that he is so callously trampling, although the smile on his face betrays the visceral pleasure he derives from feeling their soft little bodies crackle and squelch beneath his feet. With each step his colossal penis swings and hits his thigh with an audible thud, punctuating the crunch of human bodies being crushed into juice far below. Now and then he pauses, gazing with detached interest at something on the horizon, and then he resumes his slow tread, leaving gory footprints in a long trail behind him.

( Beneath your feet, there is almost panic among the people that you crush... who you seem to even refuse to see that they exist. Some still scream and beg for you to stop, but even those yells are simply overwhelmed by screams. The spectators in the buildings are mesmerized by the sight, on how you seem to be deriving a detached pleasure from this, and how your long, thick cock seems to be reacting as well. You feel the little ones brush against the sides of your feet, desperate to get away, and the agony of the half crushed victims as they beat their puny hands on you in an attempt to escape. Just ahead, a row of cars at the edge of the crowd are being mobbed and swamped, as people scurry and demand the driver of the overburdened vehicles to get out of the way. Others try to flood into a shopping complex, and yet others into a car park. There just seems to be too many... too many perhaps, for even you to cull by simply walking on them. )

Komatsu smiles inwardly. True, there are a lot. But he has all the time in the world. Even so, his long tail, which had been swinging behind him, now begins to sway in an exaggerated arc. It sweeps down, the broad spade slapping down violently on those who had avoided his tread, smashing them like a flyswatter. It rises, paper-flat corpses peeling off of it, and then slaps down on the other side. It continues this heartless slaughter as the big Dz'isu approaches the vehicles. Here he pauses and for the first time he looks down. After a moment's consideration he bends down and plucks one of the most crowded vehicles from the pavement between his thumb and forefinger, as if it was just a toy. Standing again, he eyes the little vehicle with amusement, and then opens his mouth, drops it onto his tongue, and then casually swallows it whole with its horn still blaring. Then he lowers his head and peers down at the mob below, his eyes now gleaming with cruel glee, and slowly he passes his tongue over his lips.

( The littles behind you, who thought they have been spared the worse, suddenly finds themselves targets again as a blur of azure slams down into their midst. The broad tailspade catches many more, and the lucky ones are those who are only flung into the air and not flattened. By the time you reach the vehicles, some of them are just beginning to move, at a pace even slower than a running man, and a fully packed van is the one that catches your attention. The passengers of the roof fall to the deaths as you pick it up, and the tightly packed interior stares back at you with horror as you throw them into your mouth and swallow them all down. You can feel them twitching in your belly, bailing from the sinking vehicle and scrambling about in your dark, dank stomach to find a way out. By now, the crowd's panic is total, and a number have mentally broken down, gabbering and staring up at your face, not believing how you could so callously exterminate them with so much joy. )

Komatsu is much more than a mere exterminator, though. He is a reminder to mankind of their place in the grand scheme of nature. Many will die from his lessons; others will survive and will be much wiser, and the species as a whole will benefit. Thus, in his mind, he is merely taking care of the little creatures of whom he is so fond. The lesson proceeds as he sneers down at the teeming mass below, and then slowly grips his fat penis and aims it down toward them. A moment later a torrent of hot urine crashes violently down into their midst with the force of a water cannon. He plays the stream to and fro, knocking them aside, but pays them little attention as he drowns them. Instead he turns his head between the car park and the shopping center. Decisions, decisions!

( The 'herd' watches in terror as you suddenly grab your penis and show your ultimate dominance over them by urinating down onto them! The strong stench of ammonia is the least of their worries as they're blasted by the jet, falling over like bowling pins, then carried away by its flow into your foot prints. Their struggles to escape are futile as the wave of urine rushes more victims on top of them, drowning those at the bottom in an awful fluid. As you turn your head to study the new possible venues of your destruction, you quickly realize that the shopping mall is probably more packed, especially with the mass of littles still pressing against one another, trying to squeeze past the vast doors. A quick glimpse of the glass roof reveals all the bugs inside, all struggling to reach the exit on the other side of the shopping center. The car park on the other hand, is less packed, filled only by people frantic to get back into their vehicles, and not caring how they are going to ever drive out of here. )

Komatsu empties his bladder, shakes the last few drops away, and then releases his cock and eyes the car park. Poorly laid out; unimaginative design; cheap concrete. He curls his lip. Such things annoy one of his engineering talents. Ignoring the crowd, he tramples upon their kicking, piss-soaked bodies and approaches the garage. With a snort of annoyance he draws back a mighty foot and looses a powerful kick. His foot and lower leg crash through the structure, shattering the concrete as though it were balsa-wood. The flimsiness only annoys him further, and he kicks again, and again, until the whole thing comes crashing down in a heap. Satisfied, and perhaps even already thinking of how he will rebuild the structure, he turns and strides toward the mall.

( The soft gurgling of those drowning in your pee escape your notice as you focus your wrath on the car park. The crowd lets another scream as you resume your crushing, their bodies oozing not just blood and gore as you crush them to pulp beneath your feet. You hear the sounds of screeching tires as you approach the car park, a flimsy slipshod piece of construction. Your first kick shatters most of the second, third and fourth stories, causing it to cave in somewhat. The speeding car slams against the protective railing, and is flipped over it, crumpling into useless foil as it slams against your shins, and drops down in a useless smoking hulk by your feet, with the car park collapsing soon after, burying many more beneath. )

Komatsu pays no further attention to the rubble of the car park, any more than he does to the tiny people who pop and squash beneath his heavy tread as he strides toward the shopping center. Soon his huge feet are crashing down on cars parked in the lot and flattening them like tin foil, along with anyone unfortunate enough to be in them. Now he seems at last to notice the crowd of people pushing against the doors, and his eyes glisten with a cruel idea. In three steps he is standing over them, and raises a mighty foot. But he does not step on them. Instead he uses the inside of his foot and the tips of his toes to nudge and herd the puny figures into a tight group against the door. Then he shoves his toeclaws against them, lifting them a little to pile kicking and shrieking bodies up against the doors. After taking a moment to survey his handiwork he places the bottom of his foot upon the writhing mass, and presses down firmly, brutally crushing them all into a wall of pressed meat that blocks any exit from from this direction.

( The destruction is near total as your crush on the few intact cars in the lot. Some have their wits to flee from their doomed vehicles, others only watch with beady eyes and open mouths as your blood soaked sole fills their windscreen and crushes the life out of them. At the entrance of the mall, the crowd tries to scatter as your foot moves in their direction, but to no avail, your foot is like a giant broomm, sweeping them inside, packing them tightly. They wriggle onto your toes, pleading, begging and pushing against them uselessly. Your foot simply crushes them like a garbage compactor, their bodies meshed together into a horrid pile of flesh. The sight is enough to drive those inside towards the other exit, where it faces a row of old, rather run old office buildings, a real sore spot for your eyes. )

Komatsu merely walks around the mall, his stride easily outpacing those within. The offending structures do not stand a chance as with three well-placed blows of his tail, the entire lot of offices collapses down, falling into a mountain of bricks and twisted metal against the other exit. Smiling, he turns his attention now to the shopping center. There is a nice open central area, but surrounded by far too many places to hide. Easy to fix: he steps up onto the roof of the shopping center near the edge, his foot quickly crashing down through the roof and collapsing it. He steps in with the other foot, which likewise brings another section of roof raining downward. In this fashion he slowly smashes the mall from the outside in, killing those too slow or stupid to get out of the way, and driving the remainder relentlessly inward toward the center.

( The old, run down structures collapse in a hail of masonry from your powerful tail strikes, which almost cleaves through them completely. Your timing is perfect, and the rubble cuts off the last escape route for those trapped inside. They circle and mill about helplessly, desperately searching for a way out from the open central area, and wail in dismay as you start to corral them in by slowly crushing section after section of the mall, leaving a huge crowd surrounded by an unsurmountable ring of rubble. The influx of escapees swell their ranks, and soon, those right at the center are finding themselves trampled and stacked upon by the crush of human bodies. )

Komatsu slowly flattens the hiding spots one by one, until there is nowhere left to go. Then he bends down and drives his fingers through the glass roof, and with an effortless heave he lifts the whole transparent roof and flings it away. He gazes down at the puny beings, mere insects below, and very, very slowly lifts a foot. He takes his time, no doubt the dragon part of him eager to torture them with the sight of their impending doom. In cruel slow motion he swings his foot over their heads, and even more slowly begins to lower it toward them, letting them gaze upon its murderous underside approaching from above.

( The screams and shrieks of those trapped inside are amplified and echoed by the smooth walls, bringing perhaps just another smirk to your lips. It raises in volume as you push your foot down towards them, the sight of the blood soaked paws, with bodies, rubble and bits of car still clinging onto it is too much for them to bare, especially when they have no where to go! A large number drop to their knees, begging you for mercy, offering to do anything for the god in their midst, while a few desperately try to crawl away from between the feet of the other trapped littles. )

Komatsu only chuckles in response. He knows that they will do anything, and perhaps there is a small pang of guilt over that, but he is confident that this is in the best interest of their species. He settles the sole of his foot down upon them, letting its weight drive them to the floor and pin them there. He pauses then, rumbling, massive toes flexing slowly atop them as he enjoys their squirming. Then, with agonizing slowness, he crushes them beneath his foot, his eyes closing in bliss as he feels their frail bones crackling and splintering under his unyielding sole.

( The littles wail in despair as you respond to their pleads for mercy with only a cruel chuckle. Your foot settles on top of them like a shroud, marking their deaths as it slowly starts to press down on them. Their squirming, wriggling mess massages your foot nicely, even helping wipe off some of the gunk beneath them. One manages to squeeze between your toes, only to be caught and pinched as them as you flex them and increase the pressure. The squirming intensifies slowly, then quickly dies down as your foot is finally level with the ground, everything beneath it ground to a thick gooey paste that starts to seep out from beneath your sole. )

Komatsu mmmm's and flexes his toes again, the mashed corpses making a sound like fresh mud. He brings his other foot forward and repeats the grisly spectacle, setting that one down in the midst of the crowd. He stands there among them and smiles down at them, his expression more draconic than ever. His thick tail rises up in an arch behind him, and just as slowly he begins to crouch down.

( The crowd continues to wail, as their ranks are thinned again and again by your paw, till the scene around them resembles more like butcher's shop, but there is still plenty of left for your pleasure, and they mill about between the splotches of grisly remains, not sure what to do as you just... smile down at them. However, as you start to crouch, they start to back away from you, but with a wall of rubble behind them, there is literally no where for them to go. )

Komatsu crouches lower, his massive leg muscles bulging as his weight shifts onto them. His huge rump approaches, the orifice between those powerful curves clenching deliberately. He does not sit on them, though. Instead he hunkers down fully, and then rocks his hips forward, laughing as his colossal balls swing forward and bash through the crowd caught below.

( Your balls bat and bash members of the crowd, scattering them like marbles along the ground. Yet, instead of running, some of them rush up to embrace it, while others just stay within reach of your huge cock, driven perhaps by madness, or a desire to find some way to appease the giant beast in their midst. Those behind your rump however, stare in horror at the muscular curves above them, and the clenching of your tailhole, almost as if it is a sign of what you're going to do to them. )

Komatsu remains crouched over them, a very draconian display of domination, dwarfing them beneath his immense malehood. He gazes down at them, and then one hand descends. His fingertips sweep over the heads of the crowd, this way and that, and then seemingly at random they dart down and seize a single screaming victim. Pinched between thumb and forefinger, the morsel is carried aloft. Komatsu does not even bother to examine it before he tosses it into his mouth. His jaws snap shut and he gulps, swallowing down his live prey as though it were a piece of candy selected from a bowl. And since one cannot ever eat just one candy, he reaches down again to select another...

( The crowd cringes from you as you reach down for them, some of them actively rubbing against your balls, their little hands providing some little bit of pleasure for you. The sight of you snapping up another victim, and sending him whole and alive into your stomach drives the others to shuffle forwards you, to offer their own little rubs, in a desperate bid to avoid that huge hand that darts just above their heads. Your stomach meanwhile, churns around your most recently devoured victim, his struggles re-igniting the hunger you sated earlier with the packed van. )

Komatsu whurrrrrs, the sound thrumming in the chests of those trapped around him. He plucks another from the crowd, lifting it, swallowing it down like a sardine. Those below can actually see the bulge wiggling as it rolls down his throat. His hand descends again, a little greedier, shoving three kicking individuals together and lifting them at once between his fingers. They are eaten all together, their struggles adding to the growing tickle in his stomach, and he reaches down for yet more. All the while his immense penis has begun to stir. It hangs over the crowd, a thick tube of leathery blue the size of a small bus, but slowly, ponderously, it rolls before them, and then begins to rise. From its tip a dark black dome appears; the blue parts, and the head of a colossal organ starts to push forth. Foot after foot it emerges, the head swelling, the whole thing growing thicker and rising higher, until an erection as big as a subway train towers over the captives. And still the giant feeds, devouring them one and two at a time, taking his time to savor the meal.

( The crowd can only watch in horror and massage away at your balls, and the lower part of your muscular rump as you grab more and more of their ranks to devour. The squirming, the wriggling throat bulge is clear on the way you're devouring them: whole, and very much alive, to be slowly digested in your stomach, broken down into energy to fuel the huge erection you have over them, the single long column of malehood that absolutely dwarfs them in comparison. In your stomach, the squirming is growing more and more pleasurable as you add more to the collection you have inside, they slosh about in your stomach juices, desperately searching for dry ground. They thump on your stomach walls, screaming out at those outside to help them, which only makes you tingle with joy. )

Komatsu shivers a little, his massive erection bobbing and beginning to leak clear fluid that runs in a rivulet down the underside of the lengthy shaft. His body rocks backward; those who had been behind him and cowering in the shadow of his rump now finally meet their fate, as the massive buttocks crash down on them. He stretches his legs out straight, heedless of the scores of people who are caught beneath them and pressed flat, and instead peers down at those trapped now in the wide canyon his legs now form. Those are given a reprieve of sorts, as he sweeps his hand down into the midst of those who are on the outside of his legs. His hand rises into view again, teeming now with flailing limbs. That hand then turns and claps against the giant's muzzle, flinging what must be dozens of tiny people into his mouth all at once. He closes his jaws, but keeps his lips parted. With burning eyes he gazes down at his captives past the towering black spire of his erection, while the screaming meat scrambles and kicks behind the cage of his teeth in full view of those below.

( Your single swift move sends the crowd backing away from in you panic, but there is just no where for them to go. Your muscular azure rump crushes almost everybody behind you, except for a few trapped directly beneath your bottom, or the trio wedged between your cheeks, all kicking and squirming to break free from the tight embrace. One of them is wedged so far up, that his struggles tickle your tailhole lightly, causing it to flex just a little, just a bit away from sucking him in outright. It sends another surge of pleasure up your spine, coaxing your balls to ready themselves for a squirt of pre. Those in front of you crowd and push forward, desperate to appease you by throwing themselves on your ballsac as you snatch more from their ranks, to add to your maw. In your mouth, panic is everything as the little scurry back and forth on your tongue, cheeks and gums, staring down in shock and trying to stay as far away from your throat as possible. )

Komatsu rumbles, pleased by their reaction. His jaw begins to work, his tongue rolling the morsels roughly around, toying with them, tasting them. Now and then his throat pulses, another wiggling lump gliding down and vanishing at his chest. The same hand that had swept up the prey now closes around his massive cock and begins to stroke it, pumping steadily up and down, the fat glans swelling larger each time his fist sweeps up toward it. All the while he never takes his eyes from those trapped between his legs, and particularly the fear-maddened ones who are climbing now upon his enormous balls, their limbs tickling pleasantly.

( The mouthful of snacks finds themselves swirled about, far worse than any storm could have done to them onto the open sea. The scent, and taste of fear melts down onto your tongue, adding a tinge to their taste. Once it is reached a plateau, your tongue then parts them, rolling a group into a tangle of limbs and gulping them down, improving the taste of those left in your maw. Your stomach throbs more now, each mouthful adding fresh momentum to the gentle 'belly rub' inside it as the the older ones succumb to the acidic environment. For those between your feet, they can only try their best to please you, by stroking along your orbs, and along the best of the gargantuan malehood, leaning and wrapping their very bodies around it in an attempt to please, and to sate the huge Dz'isu in their midst, before he turns his wrath down upon them. A few stand, mutely at the ground just below the tip of your penis, refusing to believe their eyes that they're nothing more than food and pleasure toys. )

Komatsu 's breathing deepens. His tailhole flexes, gripping at the hapless being pinned beneath it, and then with practiced ease it begins to drag the screaming victim inside, literally swallowing him whole, leaving him to kick for the giant's pleasure within the terrible depths of his ass. Meanwhile Komatsu's breathing begins to deepen. HIs scrotum slowly tenses, shifting against those who are so mindlessly worshipping it. His eyelids narrow to slits and he makes a cruel show of leaning his head back to swallow the last of his mouthful of people all at once, and then even as the lump is vanishing at the base of his throat he leans forward and grunts loudly. With no more warning than this he pushes his cock downward and begins to cum, blasting hundreds of gallons of thick, ropey cream like a cannon through the mob. His whole body trembles, wracked with spasms of pleasure as burst after burst of his seed gushes forth in uncontrollable, powerful torrents.

( The victim in your rump barely manages to let out a gasp when the huge tailhole suddenly sucks him in, grinding him slowly as he writhes for dear life, not knowing that for every inch he's wriggled himself down, he's only being pulled in about a foot or more. The spinning, twisting motion only drives you further, fueling your lust and hunger. The cacophony of noises in your mouth soon sends as you swallow the last of the people there, filling your stomach with dozens more victims to soak in your stomach juices. Their cries are heard by those at the top of your balls, but is soon drowned out by your grunts, and the gush of liquid around them as you cum! The desperate writhing of those mushed firmly beneath your balls only coaxes it to produce more, the rich thick dragon seed splattering and gushing down the corral you have created with your legs, washing away the mute observers and those who refuse to please the dragon. They become mired in the thick sticky goo, gelling to one another as they tumble helplessly down to the wall of rubble, hands outstretched to try and break the 'bubble' of cum around of them, and utterly failing. )

Komatsu shudders and squeezes his cock; a few more gallons of thick cream ooze forth, and drip down onto those below. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, and then without any concern for those clinging to his balls or suffocating in the great pools of cum he has left behind, he draws his legs up and and then stands, stretching his arms over his head. As though the humanity he had been tormenting is now utterly beneath his notice, he starts walking forward, ignoring those whom he steps on before he kicks through the remaining wall of the shopping center and strides back to the point where he made his first landing. A few of his more dedicated worshippers still manage to hang on even with the immense ballsac swaying and thudding against his thighs. Once arrived, plucks his briefs from the rooftop where he had draped them, and still heedless of any remaining passengers he slips them back on, snapping the clasp shut. Without a word or a glance back he launches himself into the air, confident that today's lesson has been well received...and that tomorrow's will be more effective yet.