Big heavy wolf thoughts

Hello! it’s been a while since I posted something on here, about a year, year and a half? I loved playing the giant curvy fox girl, and while I still do, my tastes have developed since then. Admittedly, this post will have a focus on furry (since I am one) and me gushing over being a male giant, so if that isn’t your thing, no worries! But if it is, you might enjoy what I have to say.

Don’t worry, I still love being the big and curvaceous vixen that towers over buildings and lovingly crushes countless infrastructure under her feet. But sometimes, a boy just loves to be big, really… really, big.

Tight, hard, sculpted abs deliciously paired in a pack of 8, leading up to a pair of massive, round, heavy pecs. So incredibly firm, but lovingly soft and bouncy. Long broad shoulders trialing down to massive, bulging biceps that strain so mouthwateringly when flexed, and the big sturdy hands with large sharp claws attached to them, perfect for grabbing and.. taking whatever I want. We haven’t even started on the mass of my thighs, two massive tree trunks supporting a shapely yet defined pair of hips, and a rather big yet toned ass, if I say so myself~ further down you have my claves, big and bold, and my feet, large, powerful, sharp claws accompanying the tips just like my hands. Up up up we have my muzzle, soft, yet hiding a massive set of bright white fangs below my black nose, a small red scar lined above the snout, drawing your gaze to my glowing crimson red stare. Long white flowing hair adores my scalp, partially covering part of my left eye, but the glow never truly hides away. Quite a heavy wolf, hmm? A mixture of white and gray fur lining my body. Of course that’s ignoring the… rather large and throbbing member between my legs, a whole foot of thick, aching wolf meat just begging to be stroked, or pushed into something. And we can’t ignore the heavy, weighty sack that dangles below my manhood, settling onto my thick powerful thighs with a soft thud every time those full tankers of mine press on them.

So much wolf… even at a regular size I’d be quite the handful, naturally being 8 ft and all. But this wolf doesn’t stay normal for long~

I’ve always had quite the destructive taste as a Big, or “macro” as I usually call myself, and that certainty hasn’t changed now. The loud, booming echos of my moans can be heard for miles as my body surges and surges, muscles tense and muzzle curved in hungry snarl as I feel my feet dig deeper and deeper into the earth as I grow. I growl; not a small little huff of a warning, but a trembling, earth shaking rumble that demanded all those little trembling eyes below on me.

“Rrrrrrrrrrr……….”

Windows rattle, some even shatter from the vibration alone. It didn’t matter who you were, your status, how important you think you are, none of that matters when the biggest, largest, most powerful being on your small little world is looming over you.

My bright scarlet eyes pierce through the night sky with ease, two red landmasses of sclera that survey the incredible small landscape below; not with the careful glance of a hunter sizing up its prey, that would suggest what I am about to do is a challenge. No no no, this? This is just me deciding what to do for playtime.

Slowly my hips sway back and forth, the large, impossibly heavy weight of my overfilled balls swing in rhythm above the skyline

Swoosh.. thud… swoosh

The audible churning of innumerable gallons of my seed gurgles with every flourish, I could just simply press my knees down and lower myself into the ground, thousands gone under the simple ‘gentle’ press of my scrotum. The length of my shaft easily dwarfed any structure these little ones could ever hope to achieve, a towering, aching, pulsing monolith of shameless, indulgent masculinity, bright red tip piercing the sky. I merely exist, and I already overshadow every aspect and worth of this race.

I raise my foot, a massive seismic tremor of motion that levels the towers surrounding it, the motion felt for miles as the displacement of air alone from something so impossibly titanic bursting through the pillars of concrete and glass. Windows, what few remained, shattered, cars tumbled into buildings, people flung away or pressed onto walls, the very ground they once walked on without notice or care suddenly turning violent and unstable.

Then, as the chaos of me simply raising my leg passes, they look up, up to a large, padded sole covered in dirt and remnants of the place they lived in, a city to call home, a place filled with history and refuge for so many.. little more than scrapes of carpet under my foot. Slowly, I lower my foot closer and closer, the sole that once seemed so high up now crashing down further below. The screams reach my ears, faint pathetically minute echos of pleas and terror, desperate offers of worship and begging. And what does it do?

“Nnngh…”

My cock throbs, a full, weight droplet of pre forming at the tip before inevitably leaking down, its course straight for a crowded intersection.

Splash

“Mmmf… Whoops~”

A small droplet of my pre rested on the mass of grey, along with whatever remained of the metor-sized crater. Well, at least they tried. With a fanged grin, my sole presses deep into the Earth. It wasn’t a hard press, hell it wasn’t even a stomp, just a simple, inconsequential step

KRA KOOOOOOM

The impact was simply.. giant. On moment a whole section of this mass of gray was covered under shadow of a very oversized wolf, and the next, simply crushed into rubble and dust under my sole. The shockwave felt throughout the rest of the broken metropolis, a devastating, booming blast of sound felt for miles. I turned my heel, savoring the hard crunch of metal and whatever unlucky soul managed to survive the initial press, chest humming in a very satisfied murmur.

“Rrrrrrruff…. So so small…. And the big mean wolf just barely started to play. Run run run**, little ones~ Wolfy’s feeling quite full, you wouldn’t want to be in the** splash zone**, would you~?”**