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.

( A huge wave breaks over the docks as a monstrous reptilian form rises from Lake Michigan. Most of the inhabitants of the city are unaware of what is happening, but those within sight of the waterfront gape in dumb horror and point at the enormous shape which stands just offshore, water cascading down its smooth hide. )

Doral steps powerfully with each step as he towers over the city like the monster he is, the waves and water washing across his form as he heads to shore. The lizard is large and looming, and each step closer towards the shore causes more massive tidal wavs that hit the bay and continue forward, splashing destructively into the city on its borders. He grins and slithers out his long tongue as he approaches the Windy City.

( Each footfall slams down with the force of an asteroid impacting the earth. A few tiny figures rushing in your path vanish beneath those descending paws, and the wooden buildings shatter like matchstick toys. A few cars on Lakeshore Drive are smashed flat beneath the immeasurable weight of the beast, whose shadow now falls over the crowded width of Michigan Avenue, and the downtown section of Chicago. )

Doral laughs, with each step, debris and smashed bodies cling to the bottom of his soles like flies on fly paper, a glimpse into the fate of those ahead of him. He sneers as his long sinewy tail sways back and forth, smashing powerfully into the larger buildings he missed on his way into the city, tearing through the more brick, stone, and concrete structures like nothing. Massive treks of destruction are left behind him as he heads towards the more populated area of the city, the earthquaking steps alert the people there of his coming.

( The air is filled with a piercing mosquito-whine of human panic as citizens run, push, and claw their way through the increasingly-crowded street. They cast terrified glances over their shoulders to see the towering legs of the giant pursuing them -- no, not pursuing. The monster is simply walking, carelessly stepping on people as though they were nothing more than lowly insects in his path. Now and then a group will shriek louder than the others and throw their hands up, their faces contorted in horror as they see the bottom of the monster's colossal foot sweep over them and blot out the sky. The vast sole is covered with mashed bodies and some that are still kicking weakly, an unspeakable tableau of carnage. For most of them, the horror of that view is mercifully short-lived. A very few manage to push their way to the side and avoid being trampled. They get to watch the mighty foot crush to death dozens of squealing victims at a time, and then rise and sweep onward. )

Your eyes fall onto an interesting sight: a lizard, slender, toned, and muscular, standing bipedal upon his large splayed feet. You should recognize him as a gecko; if you ever played GEX, you'd have an idea of what he looks like. His eyes are a deep black with eyelids of a light purple, the light catching in his eyes, giving them a gleaming sparkle, all surrounded by his dark green scales. His head tapers down at a light slant to the end of his muzzle, which has a yellowish tinge at the tip, which spreads up to his cheeks and along his lips and chin, to around his the middle of his neck. His face is rather handsome, despite lacking hair; unlike a normal gecko, his face can change to express his current emotions. All over this gecko is perfectly smooth bodied.

But he always sports a shiny golden bracelet around his left wrist. And (if visible) on his left side, on the spot that connects his hip to his rear end, is a red-violet tattoo of a circle with a mini-cross connected at the bottom, and a northwest-pointed arrow connected to it's side, a combo of the male/female symbol. Overall the lizard's masculine features are rather striking and very appealing, his entire form appearing as a smooth and physical as a swimmer or a biker. He smiles and gives you a slight wave of his paw and a wink, before returning to what he was doing.

Doral only grins as the little toys around him scream and run around like ants, and indeed he crushes them underpaw like they were, sickingly stuck on his foot as he walks forward. With every stomp, the victims underneath stare in horrow as friends, coworkers, loved ones and the like squirm, wriggle, and writhe against the sticky, bloody substance of the lizard's foot, only to be added to the stuck collection one second later. He simply laughs, and it becomes apparent the lizard is actually enjoying the feel of the masses crushed underneath his feet. As he towers through, the lizard leans over slightly at a pocket of a screaming crowd. Suddenly, a huge chuck of them disappear, then another, then another. Its a full ten, twelve seconds before people realize the lizard is -snatching- them up with his tongue, quick as whip as it gathers people up right off the ground and into his mouth, swallowed and chomped on messily.

( The grin! Perhaps that is the greatest horror of them all. The monster's eyes are black and soulless, but his expression is unmistakable: he is enjoying the death that he is inflicting upon the helpless citizenry. Their helplessness amuses him, and the pathetic twitching of those he is stepping on is giving him an evil and unholy thrill. So intent are people on avoiding the huge, pounding footpaws that they do not understand at first why those around them are suddenly vanishing in groups. It is only slowly that realization dawns on the panicked populace, as they look up to see tiny limbs kicking from between the smooth lips before the victims are chewed to bits...oh, god! The giant is *eating* them alive! It would not have seemed that the panic could become any more wild, but now it does... )

Doral snickers softly, and slowlys down the descent of his tongue, allowing the people beneath him to actually witness the slow and methodical death of their friends as the pink, oral appendage slides out, and tie up a group of the humans before dragging them upward like nothin, right into the lizard's mouth. He crushes them between his teeth before swallowing them up, some alive, some dead, all ending up inside his mouth. The chaotic masses amuses and delights him so much, he picks them up one by one with his hand, and begins to force them inside his sheath. The living creatures writhe and wiggle inside then before they get crushed against the emerging length.

( It is clear that the giant is putting on a cruel show, purposefully tormenting his captives (for captives they are, trapped by their own numbers in the packed streets below) with his terrible display. People on the ground howl in mindbreaking fright at the sight of the long fleshy tongue snaking through the crowd and surrounding the bewildered victims. It tightens like a noose, squeezing them against one another. Others nearby stick to the glistening surface, their limbs flailing helplessly, before the entire mass of humanity is hauled up into the giant's mouth to be crushed, with deliberate slowness, between the mighty jaws. The horror mounts as the titan now begins to toy with his catch in unspeakable and obscene ways. They are swept up in the mammoth hand and stuffed rudely inside the giant scaly penis, the shadow of the bobbing organ sweeping to and fro over the scrambling mob below. )

Doral mmms and licks his lips, smearing blood along them as he feels the squirming creatures wriggle fatally against his crotch and emreging penis. He looks down at his horrified prey, and gets a idea. He first pushes over a few buildings, the towering structures collapsing loudly on the ground, causing the survivors to run and move in one general direction. He carefully stomps and crushes a psudeo-path, and blindly the crowd run down it, only wanting to stay alive, not really concerned where they're headed-- much to the lizard's delight. He "leads" them towards the main square, toes splaying underneath him with each step, right as he plops himself down in the center of it. His massive behind, thick and toned and muscular like a swimmer's, flatten benches, trees, and anything else underneath his gluts. With a swish of his tail he knocks over one last building, smashing the 'path' that he created behind the frenzied crowd-- moments later they realize they're trapped in the center of the city, demolished buildings all around them, with one horny and exicted lizard in the middle. )

( a sea of tiny faces gape up at the giant lizard, whose mammoth penis is steadily and grotesquely sliding forth from its housing, carrying flailing bodies with it as it emerges. One by one they fall to their deaths, or get caught between cockflesh and sheath and pop like berries. With a choice of being either eaten or turned into gruesome playthings they eagerly flee, streaming like mindless cattle, all unaware that the beast is herding them. By the time they realize what is happening there is nowhere to flee. Mighty legs rise like scaled pillars above them, and as they look up they see the great testicles swaying ponderously above them, and the powerful ass flexing, the cheeks parting, puckered tailhole coming into view and growing larger. Here and there panicked voices shout out the terribly obvious -- "He's gonna sit on us!" -- And then the owners of those voices are squashed into silence. Some survive, but at what cost? Pinned to the ground and pressed brutally against the giant's anus, or buried beneath the suffocating bulk of his scrotum. Still others are trapped between colossal legs, their screams echoing off of wrecked buildings and huge walls of muscle. )

Doral rrrrs and grins in delight, the nude lizard feeling the survivors and semi-survivors squirm against his behind and his sac and his erection his three most sensitive areas, the lizard enjoying it immensely-- but not nearly enough. He spreads his legs wide, his flexing, throbbing thighs bulldozing over the panicked life underneath him. The crowd screams as they look up-- the towering pink length of the lizard throbs in pulsating life, smearing with blood and pre. Underneath, two boulder sized orbs sit, cumfilled and bloos-smothered as well. The crowd even quiets as they stare at the giant cock before them, like awe-filled worshippers. Those not on the inside either stare at his flexing, toned thighs or his pink, winking tailstar, as his tail is raised in his seated position. He grins. "Now, it's time to play." He grabs a handfull of shocked citizens and slams them against his cock, stroking them up and down his erection, with no remorse.

( The odd silence is born more of shock than anything. The human mind has difficulty processing such a scene. Is mankind not the master of creation? Are human beings not the supreme species? How can they now be huddled between the legs of an unearthly giant whose erection alone dwarfs them into insignifance even as it broadcasts his delight at his dominion over them? The startled reflection ends abruptly with the sound of bodies being slapped hard against unyielding flesh. All over your captives gawk in disbelief as their fellow masters of creation are snatched up by a colossal beast from the dawn of time, who grins at them with a horrifying and malevolent intellect before he squashes them to his enormous penis and begins to masturbate with their bodies. )

Doral flexes his toes as he cruelly and maleciously jacks his giant cock with the creatures before him, the writhing life between his fingers squeezes between his palm and the throbbing erection within it, the green paw sliding up and down his enourmous flesh. Thick white pre drools from the head of that cock, mixing in the blood to create pink and white swirls, drooling along his giant, twitching balls. Some masters of creation-- he thinks-- they are simple here for masterbation. A cruel joke, even made the more evil as he picks them up by two with his other fingers and starts to force them into his bubbling cocktip. Their bodies crunch in a sickening manner as they get squeezed between the pressure of his bubbling pre and the downward force of his fingers as he 'deposits' them inside.

( the sound of crunching bone and mashing flesh mingles with the full-throated shrieks of your captives as those stuck to your palm and ground into juice against the thick spire of your erection. People scramble about between your legs as they tr y to avoid the groping fingers. In a cruel twist, they cannot save themselves by simply squirming free, for they do not need to be grasped. One touch of the broad fingers is all it takes and human flesh seems to bond to the surface. Little fingers are lifted skyward, flailing and howling, held against the giant's skin as though by magnetism...right until they are brutally stuffed down inside his colossal penis. The area around you resembles a disturbed anthill as tiny figures dart everywhere, scurrying away from your descending hand only to run right into your enormous ballsac, still twitching and shifting from those struggling beneath its weight. )

Doral grins brightly, cruelly enjoying the chaos way too much. He pumps his cock in a blur now, his right paw doing the stroking, his left paws reaching out to grab several of the people and deposit them into the stroking blur of his right, adding more squirming to his self-riding pleasure. As an extra incentive to his enjoyment, he snatches up a few with his hand and, with his thump, start to force them along his lizard buttcrack, right up into his tailstar, his pucker spreading to accomodate the entrants into the tight deathtrap of his ass, squirming helplessly before his sphincter muscle literally crush them in half. And yet he forces more and more of them into either his ass or his cumslit, blood and crushed flesh covering his hands as works himself to orgasm, and by the look of his face, he's close.

( There is no salvation here, no hope for mercy from this powerful giant. Every single individual that is seized from the swarming group helps to demonstrate the depth of contempt this monster has for once-proud humanity. Each time someone avoids being caught by the descending hand they must watch the cruel show as the monster, grinning horrificially, stuffs his squealing and pleading captives up his ass, there to crush them with a brutal clench of his anus in what can only be a deliberate gesture of scorn. There is no time to mourn as the great hand they descends again, seeking more pleasure-toys, and to pray that the beast will be satisfied soon and will leave the survivors in peace. )

Doral lolls out his tongue again, stuck with the remianing body parts from his earlier buffet, a horrifying reminder of the death and destruction he's causing and will cause soon. He can feel the surge of orgasmic pleasure slowly begin to build, made the more pleasurable as he knows that no one can survive it-- no one can stop it. He pumps faster and faster, and when his orgasm is imminent, the lizard swiftly maneuvers to his knees, and aims his cock downward, right at the crowd of survivors, his pink-red headed shaft surging and twitching one last time before his hot, surging cum splattered out the head, like a hose, splattering them down underneath his cumshots like Spiderman's web-- but deadlier: the force ot those cumshots kill the victims instantly, and they immediately try to disperse as the cum fires down like fatal acidic raid.

( Wild shrieks rend the air as blasts of thick, ropey cum splatter down on your scrambling victims. They are knocked to the ground and lie twitching for only a few seconds before their bodies begin to dissolve, the unearthly cream literally eating away their flesh. The rest, maddened by this horrible sight, as well as the sight of mangled human bodies squeezing from the beast's clenching tailhole and clinging to his tongue, begin to race around blindly. Some even climb up onto the backs of your shins as you kneel over them, as though somehow salvation could be found here. Others begin perversely chasing after the flying streams of semen, actually seeking to be buried by them so that they can end the torture. )

Doral groans in pleasure as he strokes hir gattling gun of a cock, firing and literally aiming at his victims as his seed fires out and splatters all over his tois, loving the wonderful destrution and death he's causing. His orgasm lasts a while, which only means more and more people die underneath the powerful spurts of his flaring cock. In addition, the monster lizard leans over and thrusts his massive dick INTO the panicked crowd, seering people alive with his seed and slamming them flat against hir pulsating erection like an out of control battering ram. He can feel them climb over his feet, only to get stuck against his feet-- there, they can only wait till their demise.

( The death toll mounts, the center of town turning into a slaughterhouse. Splatters of cum and gore are everywhere as the colossal penis slams down into the thick of the crowd, crushing dozens beneath its tonnage even as the searing cream gushes forth and cuts down any in its path. The backs of your shins are covered with scrambling bodies as people cling as they would to a capsized ship, while between your calves many more still struggle. The bottoms of your feet are now not visible, every inch now covered by a squirming, flailing layer of little bodies, some caught along every inch of flesh, others held by just a hand or leg. )

Doral mmmms and savors everything, from the powerful orgasm surging through his veins, to the endless and wanton destruction and chaos around him. He doesn't come close to stopping as he repeatedly thrusts his hips into the insane and out-of-control crowd, so powerfully that whole crowds of people get knocked straight up into the air, flattened underneath the thrusting flesh, or burned alive by the lizard's seed itself. He then slowly adjust himself so he feet flatten SLOWLY against the ground, those people stuck to his feet are crushed to death on inch at a time. It is a pain unlike they have ever imagined.

( the sound is indescribable as people are squeezed slowly between the unyielding earth and the bottom of the lizard's heavy feet. First the howling voices grow wheezy and strained, and then fade to a wet gurgling. Then comes the sound of bones breaking, just a few at first, and then a growing chorus of crackles, like a bundle of sticks being broken underwater. And finally the awful sound of entrails bursting out of pressurized bodies, only to be mashed into jelly as they squish up between the giant lizard's toes. And slowly the screams from below fade to nothing. )

Doral rrrs and splays his toes as they become paste underneath his feet, twisting his feet some to make sure they're nice and flat and dead. He wiggles his toes along the messy and bloody ground, loving the feel of those body parts ooze between his toes. After cumming, crushing, and stomping, about 95 percent of the orginal herd is now dead, leaving a measily five percent scattered somewhere around the massacre. He places his nose against the ground and sees if he can sniff them out.

( They are laughably easy to find, simply by looking for the one scent that fades as soon as the body is destroyed: fear! It is a sweet nepenthe to any predator and humans, for some reason, tend to reek of the stuff. They also have very few native survival skills and tend to choose obvious hiding places. The first is a hollow beneath two slabs of concrete. Only a small opening is visible from above, but you can smell them down there, and they are making a lot of panting and whimpering noises. )

Doral giggles to himself as he fits two fingers down into the opening, snatching the concrete up and off the victims underneath, snatching them up with his tongue easily. They slither into his maw and he chews on them messily and hungrily, as if the orgasm from earlier hungered him. He looks around, smelling the fear all over. But he gets and even better idea: instead of searching for them... let them come to him. He crawls to the center of the square, and suddenly disappears, fading away like the Predator, the lizard camaflouging to his surrounding. Of course, -they- don't know that.