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. The buildings around you have been knocked down to the ground, reduced to broken rock and twisted metal frames. Below you, crowds of helpless people scream at the sight of you, and vainly run for cover. Flattened piles of scrap are all that remain of the vehicles that not long ago were busily traversing the streets. 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. Columns of smoke rise from the charred ruins of the city. The Sox Stadium lies in ruins. The Sears Tower stands nearby, taller than any of the skyscrapers. The traffic problem has been solved -- The highway cloverleaf has been reduced to a pile of broken stones, with the remnants of vehicles poking out from the debris. 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. Most of the city has lost electricity, and broken power lines spark as they swing back and forth wildly, occasionally frying a helpless citizen. The citizens of Chicago are no match for the might of the towering titans.

Tyrnn has arrived.

Tyrnn is currently at a height of 34 ft, anthropomorphic Western European green dragon. He has bright emerald scales, perfectly complemented by the topaz colored chest and belly scales. Since most folks are usually below ankle height to him, the first thing you probably notice are his broad 4 ft footpaws. He walks upon the balls of his feet, and rests with them fully on the ground. He currently weighs in at 19200 lbs. You next notice Tyrnn's trademark dual heelclaw, apparently once designed for snatching prey in midflight, but currently only functioning as decoration. Continuing up his strong legs, you next come to the slightly ragged, loose jean shorts he currently wears. Aside for the specially designed tail hole for his 26 ft long spaded tail, the shorts look normal... but upon closer examination, though, the 'ragged' edges seem to be dozens of normal sized jeans sewn on like patchwork over the original, giant jeans...

On his belt, some kind of leather braid, there is a square black leather pouch, which contains his 11D Lens. Tyrnn is normally built, nothing too special. Topaz chest scales and emerald armscales occasionally refract some light, if the angle is right. Tyrnn's head is the most draconic aspect of him, a long snout leading to his deep green eyes, over the smooth eyeridges to twin ivory horns, curling slightly outward then in, in an S shape. His earfans occasionally flick at a small sound, reminiscent of the predator within. As you work back down the ridges along his back, you take note of his massive, wide wingspan, carefully folded up to drape down his back to a little past his knees. Overall, Tyrnn exudes a gentle aura....but the slight smirk on his face suggests that something else lies within...

Tyrnn raises the tip of his wing, banking towards his intended target for the day... The 747 jets made a surprisingly easy target for him. The apparent stupidity of such a species to be so... vulnerable was boggling, but it didn't concern the dragon much. Free meals taste just as good. The plane apparently notices his approach, and attempts to veer away, but the dragon latches on to the side with alarming speed...

( the plane shudders in midair, its engines screaming as the pilot tries to outrun you. It then lurches violently as the beast slams into its side and digs his claws into the frail aluminum. Passengers are flung about wildly inside while overhead luggage compartments burst open, sending parcels flying wildly around the cabin. )

Tyrnn grins toothily, peering into the windows along the side. He pokes out one of the windows, which immediately drops the cabin pressure. He scrapes his claw along the windows, separating them like perforations... "Too easy..."

( The screech of metal combines with the screech of terrified voices within as your claws tear open the plane as easily as ripping open a bag of cookies. Passengers inside are belted into their seats and struggle wildly, trying to get the buckles undone. Those who manage to free themselves are only tossed around the cabin by the wild rolling of the aircraft as the pilot tries to shake you free. )

Tyrnn learned long ago that crushing the pilot's area would make the whole sky meal end rather quickly, so he's learned to compensate for the yawing wings. He scrapes his claws along the inside, tearing seats off their bolts, people and all. Whatever else he grabs is stuffed into his maw with relish...."

( Your first victim is a true prize, what looks like a football player who is trying to unfasten the buckle while simultaneously vaulting out of his seat; the combination simply jams the buckle. He shrieks wildly as your huge claws grasp his seat and tear it out of its mounts. He is crammed, headfirst, seat and all into your mouth. at your size, though, you cannot get all of him in at once, just from the waist up. )

Tyrnn's not used to the thrill of swallowing the little treats whole, and gladly will bite larger morsels down to size. The other half follows shortly, and the dragon reaches in for more.

( The sound of the body being bitten in two rises even over the roar of the plane's engines. The legs quiver and jerk as you swallow the upper part of the corpse along with the seatback; the legs and seat cushion are pulled down your throat seconds later. Passengers inside fight to escape your groping claw, but one is caught, your talons squeezing around his torso and cracking several of his ribs in their grip. He is kicking hard, also a very meaty one, as you pull him from the plane. As your jaws open, he snatches a black satchel that is flying past his head and desperately shoves it up into your mouth. )

Tyrnn balks a moment at this interruption, though he manages to remove the obstruction within a few moments, swallowing it as with anything he finds within these airborne food trays. Soon afterwards, his second victim is devoured. By this time, though, many of the passengers seem to have gone out of his reach, and he must rip off more of the roof to get more of the screaming morsels... The plane begins to lose altitude...

( the bag makes a clinking sound as you gulp it down. The second victim does not. His body is torn apart by your murderous teeth and claws, a spray of blood painting the fuselage of the aircraft. Most of the passengers are huddled up front, and simply cram themselves more tightly together as you rip away the roof and your terrible claws reach for them again. )

Tyrnn grins, knowing the effect his bloodstained teeth will have on the occupants... he reaches in again for his third bite... and barely notices the fact that his victim is apparently smaller than usual. No matter. He's still hungry, so in it goes...

( this one is smaller, but it is very solidly built and strong. It thrashes wildly in your grip, and as you bring it to your hungry jaws it braces its hands on them and strains hard to keep from being shoved inside. )

Tyrnn can't help but smirk slightly. He lets his prey think it is winning...but something vaguely tickles the back of his thoughts as the person pushes against his jaws.. then with minimal effort, pops inside, unable to reach up to his upper jaw anymore. He clacks his mouth shut... and has the entire person enclosed in his maw with nothing poking 'tween his teeth...? He looks at the plane again... wasn't it bigger?

( The prey writhes on your tongue, feet kicking at the backs of your teeth. Your hand barely fits into the hole you made in the aircraft. But what is most uncomfortable is that your shorts are growing almost unbearably tight, the belt constricting your waist. You must have gorged yourself more than you thought! )

Tyrnn's mind thinks of a thousand things at once. He hadn't eaten that much... the clothing he had collected from countless members of this prey species had served him well for quite some time, though they were comparatively crude. He keep the wriggling morsel in his maw... is it getting smaller? He tilts his head back and swallows it whole. The immediate sensation of... live prey causes his pants to tighten a bit more. Amazing! And in the stomach, too! He must have more of this! He notes his paw no longer fits.. and he's nearly as long as the plane. How it all shrunk is of no importance to him. He's got something new and he's still hungry. He tears open a larger hole in the failing plane and begins to try one, then two people at a time...

( the creature in your mouth slides easily down your throat, writhing in your stomach amidst the torn remains of his fellow passengers, as well as the hundreds of vials of experimental steroids, enough to service dozens of unscrupulous athletes for years to come. His flailing shatters more of them, spilling their contents into the pools of digestive fluid around him. The passengers who remain in the plunging aircraft are starting to look rather more like mice, hardly worthwhile meals. but they squeal amusingly as your bloodstained teeth grin at them through the widening hole, and then your claws, just two now, approach like pincers. )

Tyrnn's pants tighten even further than his newfound size will allow, and begin to tear. He looks at the plane once more, and realizes that he's the only thing keeping the shattered craft in the air. One wing was sheared off by his massive claw, and most of the tail is now missing... He sees that the plane is now a different size.. one that may be of use to his rising urges instead of his rising hunger...

( the plane is still quite packed full toward the front. Most of the passengers in the rear have fallen to their deaths from the shaking and the great cracks that have appeared in the fuselage there. The aircraft is no longer plummeting, held aloft now by your own mighty wings. )

Tyrnn's attempts to remove his restrictive clothing through normal methods fail. They're simply too tight... he's forced to shred them off like paper and cast them to the winds... Now free of such constraints, his full member shows to the panicked passengers, and the dragon begins his rough insertion into his new toy...

( the shorts practically burst off your body as you shred them and flutter to the earth far below. Inside the rolling airplane the passengers cling to one another in the forward cabin, screaming as they hear your hind claws grip the shattered tail of the plane. Your vicious teeth are no longer visible through the gaping hole in the roof of the plane; they see your green belly scales for a quick second, and then they scream more loudly as your enormous penis pushes its way ponderously into the interior. You can feel them scrambling, like crickets in a tin can, and before your cock is halfway inserted they are pawing and kicking at its sensitive tip. )

Tyrnn's tail curls around the airplanes own tail, and he begins thrusting himself into his prize, timing it with his wingbeats. His size is continuing to increase, and his shaft progressively increases as well...

( your titanic cock rams forward with the first powerful trust of your haunches. Its thick head plows into the massed bodies, shoving them to the sides as it sinks into their midst. You can feel them writhing against it, trying to push it away. It retreats, then rushes forward again, battering into the knot of humanity with even greater force. )

Tyrnn prrumbles, the sensations all new and intoxicating. He doesn't even notice as the airplane's tail begins to collapse and implode as he tightens around it, or that his newfound strength has crushed the front cockpit of the airplane to twisted metal... The other wing snaps in half and begins its long descent to earth as the mighty dragon pleasures himself with the little toys... The feel of so many wriggling, pathetic forms against his length is pure bliss, and as his size increases to fill not only the cabin, but the luggage area as well... He releases his torrent of dragonseed deep into the midst of the squealing bugs, semen squirting from the shattered windows on either side...

( your penis swells larger and larger, catching writhing bodies between its bulk and the walls and ceiling of the aircraft. They wiggle enticingly but for a few seconds before the mammoth organ swells larger still and they pop, turning into warm, wet mush. The metal creaks as your growing member stretches it, your thrusts becoming more difficult, save for the organic lubricant that has been provided. When your loins finally churn and your pleasure explodes into the interior the windows and doors burst out on either side, leaving long streams of whiteness trailing thickly. Whiteness swirled with red and dotted with parts of bodies and pieces of luggage. )

Tyrnn's euphoria slowly subsides... naught is left of the plane but a choked piece of impaled fuselage on his member. It peels away stickily, as easy to remove as tinfoil... But the urge within was not finished yet. These strange new powers seem to have increased his power and desire by far more than his size... He scans the area for other ways to relieve these mammoth desires, and spies a city not far off...

( your prey has ceased its struggles in your belly, but not before breaking every one of the ampoules and dosing you fully with the bizarre chemical. Your stomach, which had been feeling wonderfully full, now feels empty again, very disappointingly! The remains of the aircraft fall to earth, leaving rescuers to stare baffled at the mangled tube filled with mysterious white cream and mashed, torn bodies. )

Tyrnn circles around the tall buildings of downtown, comparing his new size to them. What once were tall structures gleaming distantly in the night, are now but large blocks. He approximates his size to be around fifteen stories tall.

( taller than most of the buildings that surround the downtown; half as tall as those clustered in the center whose windows now reflect your swooping presence. The tiny figures that dot those windows would once have each made a decent meal for you, each taking two or three large bites to devour. Now each one is barely as long as one of the clawed fingers on your hand. )

Tyrnn backwings, designating one of the buildings as a perch where he can view the scene and take in the smells. He miscalculates the effects of his new size and how fragile these blocks could be. He had always thought them solid. Otherwise how could they stand? As soon as his claws strike the roof, the entire building collapses into a heap and a cloud of debris. The off-balance dragon tumbles down, smashing apart two other buildings before he can stop himself.

( Your body crashes into the buildings like some gigantic wrecking ball, pulverizing them as you slam down atop them. Indeed, perhaps they would have held your weight, but your own mass has been affected as well, your muscles larger and more solid than they had been from a simple diet of human meat. )

Tyrnn rises from the ruins, a bit bewildered, but no worse for the wear. He notices the scurrying people just outside of the blast area, and shakes off the mass of debris. He rises up and roars eagerly. He would have some fun and a good meal! His first step sinks deeply into the flimsy pavement, and soon he is upon the tiny creatures... herding them towards the tallest structures downtown...

( the little creatures flee frantically from the pounding of your huge feet as they slam into the pavement behind them, drawing relentlessly nearer. The skyscrapers reflect your magnificent new form, tight musculature flowing under your green hide with each step, your head towering high over the reflections of small buildings behind. The little citizens are no larger than field mice, and in fact seem more the size of big grasshoppers. Their panicked flight adds to the impression. )

Tyrnn's arousal is still demanding to be sated, and there are dreadfully few of the insects in the streets. Most appear to be cowering inside these structures, which have just been revealed to be utterly flimsy... He decides to test exactly how weak these buildings are...

( your massive erection bobs before you as you walk, as big as a luxury car and several times heavier. It is still smeared with the remains of your pleasure and with pieces of those you killed for sport in the airplane. Those staring transfixed on the 7th and 8th floors do not seem to have the will to flee as the swinging monster draws closer with each of your thundering steps. )

Tyrnn studies one of the buildings his size, admiring his new strength and form in his reflection. He then sees all the people pressed up against the glass, and they immediately begin to shy away. He presses against the building, testing its yield... and finds it is as weak as the ones he crashed into earlier, giving way like paper... He murrrumbles, positioning himself against the building, and inserts himself into the seventh and eighth floors forcibly. He hugs the structure, preventing it from immediate collapse...

( There is a wholesale shattering of glass as your powerful chest and thighs press against the facade. It disintegrates, the shards as small and harmless as dust. There follows a grating, crashing noise as your huge cock is stuffed into the offices of the 7th floor, pushing back furniture and toppling computers onto the floor. The building sways and rocks. Between your feet a steady stream of little scrambling bodies emerges, as if a cork had been removed from the bottom of a full barrel. )

Tyrnn glances down at the swarming forms, and begins to smear them into the pavement with his paws. The feel of so many bugs popping and crackling under his massive feet helps his arousal greatly, and soon the all powerful dragon is rhythmically assaulting the frail building, allowing it to crumple ever so slowly as he nears his second climax...

( the slaughter is horrific as your gigantic feet begin to stamp the fleeing humanity flat, crushing them like bugs beneath your immense tonnage. It quickly halts the flow through the door as those within see the ones before them callously -- and deliberately -- squashed into bugs under your toes. The building starts to shudder and groan, your hips slamming into it and making the entire structure crack and grow even more feeble. )

Tyrnn's mrrrumbling matches the building's own protests, rocking it back and forth with each successive thrust. Foundations weaken and fissure, multitudes of barely audible screams can be heard, and finally, with every pane of glass shattering, the dragon unleashes a torrent to rival his previous one almost twice as much! Cream floods into the heart of the building, washing away those who sought to escape. The entire structure tilts crazily backwards... and begins its long fall to earth, brutally squelching out all life within. The dragon gazes at the ruin, a wet piece of infrastructure still impaled on his shaft. This is goood.

( the top half of the building falls away from you, forming a mountain of wreckage in the next block. The bottom half falls straight down, crumbling into rubble in a huge pile at your feet. Those who had sought to escape and been driven back by your cruel stomping are now buried. )

Tyrnn finds his appetite whetted for now, but his stomach is still horridly empty... Others seem to be fleeing into the streets from watching the grisly demise of thousands... and as the dragon grows closer to twenty stories tall... it'll take thousands just to start a snack... Remembering how effective a thump on the building was, he begins herding as many of the bugs from their havens as possible, smashing in the sides, stepping on the roof, or outright knocking over buildings to begin forming a massive corral from the downtown area...

( warehouses are pressed flat as you step on them like cardboard boxes. Tall skyscrapers shudder, some falling over, others simply disgorging their human contents obligingly in great rivulets from their front doors. They are smaller now but begin to swarm more thickly so that in some spots the pavement cannot be seen for the numbers of them. More and more of them crunch beneath your feet as you step on them, leaving them squashed flat behind you without so much as a glancing notice of their deaths. )

Tyrnn feels each squelch stir his loins and his stomach, losing so many of the bugs this way excites him, but his stomach rumbles louder for once. Soon the titanic dragon has made a complete circuit around the damaged metropolis, smoke rising from dozens of fires. What must be over half a million of the screaming ants must be trapped within the broken canyons of the city.. and the dragon gets down on all fours, and begins to feed. Each slurp gathers close to fifty of the squirming forms. He instinctively chews up the first mouthfuls.. but remembering the pleasure of live prey, he begins to satisfy both his urges once again with immense mouthfuls of live prey...

( a teeming carpet of humanity stretches below you as you drop to all fours and lower your nightmarish snout toward them. Hot breath blasts over their heads as your jaws part, and your huge tongue slides out, sweeping through the crowd and coiling like a snake, trapping your helpless prey and dragging them into your mouth. Those who are not caught in the first lick howl and scramble as your jaws work overhead, crunching the struggling prey into pulp between your mighty teeth, some of their blood dripping from your lips and onto the heads of the remainder. The next to be captured suffer a more horrible fate, their bodies lumped together in a huge pile and then simply swallowed alive. The wriggling travels all the way down your lengthy throat and then spreads through your belly as the prey scrabbles about in the cavernous chamber of your stomach. )

Tyrnn makes his way through the seemingly endless throngs of panicking people. They even thin their own herds by trampling each other to get away. Such pathetic fools. The dragon's size appears to be still increasing, reaching more than 250 ft. The insects disappear into his gigantic maw even faster with each tremendous gulp, soon more than a hundred vanish from the face of the earth with each casual lick. Dozens more are crushed to pulp beneath his knees, feet, and handpaws as he makes his way through the streets. Primal fear grips even the hardiest of men as they are literally eaten alive by the thousands...

( the dragon's demeanor is casual, unhurried. He crawls at an almost lazy pace through the slowly narrowing streets, devouring scores of helpless, insect- sized prey with every gulp. Your stomach echoes with a sound like a stadium as it is filled with writhing meat. There is no escape for them. Your tongue sweeps great swaths through the crowd, a hundred figures disappearing into your mouth and vanishing as a lump rolling down your throat. Your hands and knees squash them into thin jelly. Those who manage to survive both are treated to the spectacle of your belly slowly moving past overhead, and then your titanic erection and massive swaying balls. Many of them, rooted to the spot by the sight, are dashed to bits by your swinging tail as it lashes behind you in your arousal. )

Tyrnn begins to feel full, relishing the muffled wailings of his thousands of live victims. He'd never felt so full in his life! And there were hundreds of these cities all across his lands! Things were changing for the better! Even after the three hundred foot dragon's hunger had been quelled, the dying wriggles of his meal, plus the nearly endless masses of little playthings were more than enough to cause his erection to yearn for release again. He slowly rose to his full height, still shy of some of the tallest structure, and made his way towards them. Medium buildings shattered against his thighs and legs, sending tons of debris down on the wailing masses. Others were likewise trampled to paste with each step, a cruel plot forming in his mind on how to use those buildings for his further entertainment...

( Their wriggling is a pleasant sensation as you graze upon them, gulping down hundreds, thousands. As you rise up you can see that you are already approaching the height of the tallest of the buildings. The smaller structures simply crumble as your mighty thighs brush past them, pushing them aside like sandcastles. )

Tyrnn gathers up as many of the panicking creatures into the very heart of the city, and begins collapsing the grandest structures with ease. Each crushes hundreds as it falls, but the main reason for the destruction is to corral the quarter million left within the area, several football fields in size... The heart of the city is choked in dust and debris for a moment, until the dragon's mighty wings gust the area clear. He looms above his captive prey. Demanding attention with his titanic malehood. "Insects... Know your true God!"

( They have no choice but to cower in terror beneath the shadow of your looming erection. There is no way out. A great circular mountain of debris surrounds them, its surface shifting dangerously anytime one of them tries to climb and gets thrown back down. It resembles nothing so much as a gigantic bowl, its bottom absolutely filled with the pathetic creatures. )

Tyrnn takes one step, rather a stomp, into the teeming mass. He stomps his second paw down, now looming a triumphant four hundred feet above the pitiful wretches. "I will grant you a gift today. I will end your miserable existence on this planet... and all I ask in return is Pleasure. You will be my Mate." He forcibly sits down, and sets his legs to either side. Hundreds fall, crushed or pinned beneath his legs and heels. He begins scooping up the fragile little beings and gathering them against his swollen glans...

( A terrible wail rises from the tiny captives as you raise your foot and lower it toward them. They wriggle and scramble against one another as the bottom of your foot descends and then lands on them. Those beneath it are crushed into nothingness in an instant. You stand a moment later in their midst, the dead oozing between your toes. The cries rise even louder as the monster cruelly sits on them, his massive rump slamming down and smashing hundreds flat, his legs killing hundreds more. They are tearing at one another in a frenzy to try to get away, but corralled between your legs they are doomed. Your immense claws scoop them up by the dozens, plowing them up against your gigantic erection, their bodies wriggling against its throbbing surface. )

Tyrnn purrumbles louder as the teeming bodies make his pleasure rise again, the keening wail of thousands only exciting further. Hundreds die and become lubricant, while even more end up pinned beneath his massive pair of balls, causing another unique sensation. The toll rises higher and higher as his massive organ bucks into the crowd. Even the mere thought of slaughtering thousand for one pure moment of bliss excites the nearly five hundred foot tall dragon to excess...

( the bowl becomes something of a bath for you, but instead of water it is living, suffering humanity that surrounds you. They wriggle beneath your heavy balls. They squirm and shriek in the gap beneath your tail. Their bodies are ground to mush along your titanic length, their liquid remains pouring down from between your fingers until you reach into the squealing crowd to snatch up more. They die in droves, their lives forfeited to your pleasure, their bodies destroyed for your delight. )

Tyrnn arches his back with increasing ecstasy, the multitudes existing for one purpose, to pleasure their god. Thousands all struggling against his taut member finally usher in the largest explosion of dragonseed. The pure bliss makes the dragon roar in triumph, arc after arc of glistening white cream shooting skyward. Those caught as it blasts upwards are flung with it as it splatters down into the crowds. Close to a dozen massive spurts later, the dragon finally calms down. Those clustered around his member were crushed to paste as he clenched himself for release. There are still close to 150,000 still left amongst the broken crowds, shying away from those trapped under thousands of gallons of dragoncream. His stomach is full, his passion sated for now... the dragon rises to his feet... "Still so many... I will make it quick for you, to show my appreciation for survival... Be thankful, insects, that you were granted this privilege!" His paws come crashing down, brutally smashing, crunching, and destroying them

( there is nearly silence as you rise to your feet. Squashed bodies form the outline of your legs and rump. Massive pools of your seed are everywhere, miring tiny people who twitch and jerk beneath them. The survivors peer up at you in numb horror, hoping that you will spare them now that you are sated...but the screams arise again as the titan cruelly raises his foot, its house-sized sole rushing downward with murderous scorn. They are tiny insects now, and you step on them by the hundreds, mashing their writhing bodies beneath your foot. It is a brutal massacre as the giant crushes them to death with cold precision, taking care to stamp them all out, cruelly trampling anything that moves in the corral. )

Tyrnn finishes the job with ease, and gazes up on the demolished and broken city. He spots a few stragglers outside of his corral.. but decides that there should always be some left to repopulate someday... He is soaked in blood and gore, along his legs, claws, and around his muzzle. "There may be some redeeming qualities in these bugs after all..." With his passion and fury dormant once again, the dragon's growth levels out close to six hundred feet. With massive wings, the goliath takes off for the nearest body of water. Washing off this leftover filth will be top priority... He'll have to dig a bigger cave, today... but he does have to wonder... where will he get another pair of shorts?