You want to meet your prostitute husband in charge of entertainment!

You have been seeing many posters, billboards, and advertisements for some time now of one of your husbands. The head of entertainment in your city, of which most is prostitution and porn. His corpulent body has been on full display and his nest of cocks teasing and enticing you to pay a visit.

The man's name is Reagan. His slicked-back mafia-like hair was sexy and adorned by rat ears. He sported numerous gaudy accessories to show off his wealth. His giant moobs were adorned with nipple rings signifying his betrothal to you. A fact he loved to show off in his advertisements. His ass was hairy and sported a massively fat rat tail. His 14 cocks were also always proudly on display and their remarkable length.

You looked up to the sky at Victus being fucked by you as you filled more than half of the sky with your godliness. Your moaning shook your realm and you watched the populace celebrate as yours and Victus's cum rained down on them. You were so enamored with your own body. The hair, sweat, the folds, the gluttony. You wanted a bit more of that for you. Your markings glowed and you felt your weight rise by several tons. Your belly reached further away and wider, your ass grew taller and wider, your arms added more folds to their stubby existence as your legs barely even appeared to exist anymore when so much ass was packed onto your frame. You moaned in orgasm as you looked to the you above and noticed his frame growing just the same on his own monumental scale. But then he looked down at you with a sultry and pleased look on his face. Your eyes locked as his own markings glowed. You felt your balls bloating behind you rising even higher and wider and your nest of cocks grew thicker and longer. You couldn't see the cocks of the you in the sky but his balls were absolutely growing just the same. Then you felt the cocks glide through your nest growing bigger and bigger until they matched the rest. Your bouquet of cocks were now 20 strong.

You and you smirked devilishly at each other as you painted your realm in white. You began to fly and relished in your tons sagging toward the earth as your cocks remained impossibly erect leading your charge. You flew across your realm to the cheers of your people as they vied for your affection and attention. But your focus was not on your people right now, only one in particular.

As the cityscape and gluttonous-filled lustscape began to shift from the city to the red light district not unlike that of a Las Vegas strip, you knew you were getting closer. Neon signs of fat obese men, cocks and balls, and advertisements of hot sex and feasting dotted every building, sidewalk, and billboard. This was where men went to be entertained and satisfied.

As you flew above your domain you watched the hundreds of men weighing in dozens of tons of fat wobbling and quaking with every stomp of their fat bloated legs. The streets were stained with sweat and cum even more than any other area of your city as the men fucked and lusted for each other with even more wild abandon. You looked down upon dozens of men fucking and masturbating to the sexy beasts that were being shown on the screens and billboards, and the men around them. When they noticed you they put on a show to gain your favor, fucking even harder and trying to empty their balls of every gallon of cum they had.

You ignored them however only to rain your cum on them as you flew by. The tall spire lit up to the heavens was your destination as you flew to the building and to its highest point, not even a tenth of how high your tower reached into the heavens, but still this tower could see out across your realm for hundreds of miles. You landed on the balcony and could see the lavish penthouse of your husband Reagan. The massively obese rat man could be seen through the all-glass walls. He was laid back on a bed in the center of the room wrapped in silk sheets like a Greek god and stuffing his mouth as his 14 cocks all wrapped around the entire room. Reagan always loved length over girth. Each of them was hundreds of feet long and thrown around the room like uncoiled hoses, but they were only ten to twenty feet thick in girth. There was barely an area of the floor left uncovered by his long cock flesh.

You opened the door to his penthouse with your cocks and he looked up as if this untimely and sudden entrance was a common occurrence. His 14 cocks lurched and you watched them throb for only a few dozen feet before there wasn't enough strength in them to continue down so many feet of cock flesh.

"Oh," Reagan mused with a sultrily deep and silky smooth voice. "I've been waiting for a visit from you."