CW: Gas/slob
Their hide a sea of stains and sweat. Their gut gurgling and bubbling as their mattress like rear blasts a haze into the room. Hoses from above dripping liquids onto them the floor and walls slick with liquid from them.

Isn't that part of the fun though not knowing? Balancing that eternal hunger with the creaking of all that belly?

Only knowing you want more, not a single clue if you can~

Bewawa? Beware a boom? C'mon I think you've at least got space for 4 or 5 more gallons before then.

I see how much glorious wobble there is to that belly you can certainly fit more~

It is especially when you've got other stallion friends that will talk you down from a climax just so you get bigger, so they can enter a lusty fugue then you talk them down too.

Bigger every time you see them, even if you just stand there blinking rapidly

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There we go! That should be our goal and our limit. What's an easier phrase for it? Oh right. Infinitely bigger~

Massive by a normal person's scale

Or should either of us see if we have such a thing as 'massive' on our personal scales?

I know I don't have excessively massive no such thing as too much excess.

I mean ya can't keep a taur like that from growing almost as much as you can't keep a stallion like me from making them -//BIGGER\\-

There truly is I mean I'd think at least big enough to wear the arms of a galaxy like a belt should be a good point to consider pausing for... an hour?

Well if a massive taur -needs- more then who would I be to deny that to them? Grow them big enough that they cover at least 2 continents at a time no matter how they sit on that rapidly shrinking marble of a planet.

After that they at least have to ask nicely~

I think that is what the land deserves and the world needs. Plus a dragontaur that regal should have at least one kobold running in an out of that swamp finding snacks and coming back to tell the dragontaur how they've changed even more land.

Certainly not, and we can't even fathom the idea of someone enjoying it so much that once that taur gets used to their building toppling size they find themself growing again big enough each footfall registers on the Richter scale.