You mold him into a new planetary mass to decorate your sky

You smile as he looks lovingly into your eyes as his cheeks bloat with fat. You release his handsome face as you magically remove the ceiling of your office and ascend him into the sky.

“This is how it always happens,” you tease him as you watch his monstrously muscular pecs begin to sag with fat and meld with his growing dozen chins. “Since time immemorial has muscle had its uses, but fat has always been seen as a sign of beauty, wealth, and fertility!”

Victus moans as his monolithic cock slowly becomes consumed by his growing fat pad. His dozen abs have long since been buried by several tons of a fat belly that still is growing. His muscular arms and legs were useless even with muscle but now are even more useless as tire after tire of rolls of fat piled onto them.

“As time passes, and civilizations grow, muscle dwindles, and fat grows! The people grow lazy, obese, and horny!”

Victus howls in pleasure as his muscular godhood has been completely destroyed, lost under hundreds of thousands of pounds of fat that is continuing to grow. His hundreds of chins push against his jaw and fight with his moon sized cheeks for space around his face. His planet sized moobs flop and grow full of cum as he floats in space and begins orgasming from his cock nipples. His belly grows and grows able to consume entire planets as rolls and folds continue to form with every passing second and tens of thousands of pounds pile on. His ass cheeks slap together and are able to crush entire galaxies between them. He grows fatter and fatter as you float high into space with him.

“This,” he moans drearily with a voice deep enough to cause earthquakes. “This is what it means to be a man, I see that now.”

“”No, Victus,” you tease as you float to his cratered face and kiss him. “This is only the beginning of your manhood.”

He cries out in pleasure as the once massive but now comparatively small thousand foot long cock elongates and thickens and his cruise ship balls bloat enormously. His cock reaches two thousand, three, five, ten thousand feet long and his howling grows louder and louder and he doesn't stop moaning for a second as the pitch gets deeper and deeper. His balls become as big as moons, earths, suns, the cum inside roiling and churning as entire galaxies of cum form inside of his balls. He finally unleashes his orgasm and you delight in watching the sky of space be lost in white that falls down on your realm in clouds and rains.

You fly back and admire your work. Victus is now the largest mass in your realm, except when you wanted to be bigger of course. You look out at the dozens of other planetary men stuck growing fat and cumming endlessly in your sky. Victus was now the sun of your sky, his glow was positively shining and you felt supercharged by his radiance.

“You are now enough man for me, Victus,” you told him. His thousands of chins and cheek folds moved as he smiled at you happily.

“This, this is magnificent,” he moaned so deep you felt space itself quake.

“You and i will be together forever,” you tell him as you kiss him. “As for your realm, i will allow it to remain. Another man shall rise and take your place as a god of muscle. And soon enough,” you grab at victus’s face and show him the dozens of other planetary men in your sky. “He too shall submit to me, just as all of your predecessors have.” Victus’s eyes grow wide in recognition. The faces of the former gods of muscle all moan out in orgasm as their planetary bodies grow thousands of pounds fatter by the second. Their cocks throb collectively as they orgasm endlessly for the benefit of your realm and their own satisfaction.

“You knew?” Victus moans.

“Of course I did, we both may be elder gods, but I have reigned supreme millenia before you, as I will millenia with you,” you take Victus’s bloated face and kiss him once more. “None have thrown themselves at me as you have, you have truly surprised me, and for that I gift you a domain of my realm to rule with me. Space itself and its denizens, though they may be few, are yours.”

“Thank you your radiance,” he moaned. “I shall strive for nothing but perfection for you.”

“I do not require such a lofty goal, just fat and pleasure, more and more fat and pleasure. We live for nothing else.”

Victus smiles and nods, his hundreds of chins and cheek folds quaking with the simple movement of his face. You two make out and you delight in feeling his body continuing to grow in your own hands. You now have another husband, and a former deity at that.