Daddy Kalos' Workout Session (Patreon)

41,688 pounds of wood, steel and glass creaked and shook as the 80-foot railcar found itself 16 feet off the ground. A further 13,998 pounds of raw masculine muscle bared down on its roof, making the entire thing heave as its center was squeezed as if by a hydraulic press. The sounds of suffering metal and intimate masculine moans echoed for miles through the otherwise empty forest. It was early summer, with warm air that felt perfect on the surface of Kalos’ scales. An old railyard was the place he loved to work out - open space, with plenty of privacy and silence that let him truly savor the groans and creaks of his demigod body.

Kalos stood firm as his arms held up the immense weight, face tight and teeth gritted as his giant muscles shuddered and flexed. He had reached the 5th session of that day, powering through each set of 100 reps as if they were nothing. His scales were glimmering with sweat, the warm air thick with his pure-testosterone musk. It was by no means easy to lift 60,000 pounds, but he knew that each successful rep meant more muscle. More size. More power. More strength.

More. Always more.

Kalos’ fat, full, couch-sized balls lay spread across the grass in front of him, crushing the railway track beneath their weight. He could hear his balls gurgling as they slowly filled up more with every passing hour, churning up the dirt and metal beneath them as they shifted. He loved to see how long he could go without a full orgasm - just to see how bloated and gigantic his balls could get. He had still yet to find their limit, even after he filled up his bedroom with nothing but ballsack a few weeks back.

His fat cock’s base rested in the vale between his sacks, shafts far thicker than his own waist. It had become so long that half of it rested comfortably on the ground, digging itself into a decently deep furrow. Kalos’ dick had grown too huge to fit inside anyone’s ass - hell, his cock was bigger than most people anyway. Not that he cared. His battering-ram of a dick still wasn’t big enough. 

Kalos moaned as he peered through the valley of his pecs, which boasted a shelf that more than doubled the depth of his torso. He could see the last quarter of his fat dick, resting on the warm summer grass, throbbing and oozing precum even its soft state. 

“Come on, big daddy! You want to keep growing bigger? Just a few hundred more to go!” Ares shouted down to the alpha-god beneath him.

Ares sighed as he relaxed on top of the railcar, peering over the forest canopy whenever Kalos reached the apex of his rep. Each rep came with a low, rumbling, knee-buckling growl from below that made the nearby pine branches shiver. Close to the tracks was a huge open clearing, scattered with the remains of trees that had been ripped straight out of the ground. It looked like a battle zone. Ares chuckled. He got Kalos to try lifting bundles of trees as an exercise, but he had found it far too easy. That must have been a few weeks and a few hundred pounds of muscle ago. He’d been coaching Kalos for months now - first just in his spare time, then regularly, until it was practically his full time job. Not that he could complain - watching Kalos grow and strengthen beyond all possible imagination filled him with such primal awe. The dragon had already far surpassed him in size and strength, and it didn’t seem like his ascension would stop anytime soon. 

Ares blinked as he was thrust above the treetops once more, Kalos’ grunts and huffs only growing louder and deeper. Was Ares being lifted higher each time…?

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Series of renders for Kalos Kiryu <3

Featuring Ares