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Flash, Feast, and Flex 7 (Finale) By Xylus -- Report

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The moment Nittoh felt Springfield's soul surrendered to his own, a dense blanketing sensation of calmness came over him. The canine was roaring and struggling to the last moment, but as soon as he was consumed and absorbed...it all felt so much more peaceful and...right?

Nittoh relaxed himself as his dick tip let loose a few droplets of cum. Nittoh's nuts slammed onto the floor, loaded with more than double their original size as the equine stud's strained sack lifted them back up. His balls were far more smooth, twice as round, and thrice as heavy. His body and cock radiated with an afterglow that could sedate a deity. It was like cumming without the shooting jizz ropes to show for it. Nittoh's orgasmic absorption process still broiled in his body. He could sense it. He could feel a million tiny itches and tingles, his muscles creaking and still stretching and fattening up with the addition of Springfield's own body to the fold. Nittoh relaxed his arms as he let those nuts slam the floor.

Those big black wrecking balls jumped back up as Nittoh restored some of his own control over that sack of his. It rose and returned to its bouncy wobble between his knees. They would be far more annoying to stuff into any kind of pants, but who gave a flying fuck about that?!

"FFeeee-YEEEWWWWWW-fffff," the glistening, sweaty mega stud exhaled and snorted. He relaxed himself just to rev up one more flex. With that flex came ALL of the power he now wielded, his own and the hunk he had assimilated. Nittoh's entire body felt an unbelievable rush as his lightning and Springfield's latent powers mixed to form a glittering pinkish aura. It traced over Nittoh's entire form, his lightning discharge mixing with the canine's powers to shimmer a brilliant light.

"It's so...nnfg-EXHILERATING!" he pumped his arms summoning all his muscles as he popped a big fat stiffy of a boner while forcing his balls to rise and bounce beneath that canon of his. Nittoh squeezed. He felt Springfield's virility, looking over his cock. It had grown a good...maybe five to six inches in length, with a solid two to three in girth to match. It refused to recede in the slightest as Nittoh chuffed.

The super lightning stud grabbed and lifted his cock by the middle of the shaft. He slapped it off his palm as he felt his new strength, size, and power traveling through his body in waves. Like a rolling thunderstorm, it soothed and rolled with rumbling force as it crawled through his body in slow motion. The sensations roared as the huge hunk flexed, stomping off with a hum and a happy gait.

"...Now let's go find someone to share all of me with, hmm?"

END

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Posted by mmmm 6 months ago Report

Fuck! This was perfect, loved every part of this! Wonderful work.

The comic is great, but I love the stories you make to go with them, they’re always wonderful to read.

Xylus

Posted by Xylus 6 months ago Report

Thank you! I am so glad my stories do a good job of making the visuals even better. If a picture says a thousand words, I like to give folks a few more for good measure.

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Posted by mmmm 6 months ago Report

Yep, they say a picture is worth a thousand words, but I find those words just come in a big unorganised pile, all of them different sizes, levels of visibility, and different levels of volume.

A story gives context and acts as guide, and fixes a lot of those size, visibility, and volume differences.

When you add a story to a picture, I think the story becomes just as important as the image, they kinda become part of each other, multiplying each other’s effect. To lose the story would be like losing part of the image, and to lose the image would be like losing part of the story.