( Content Warning) I'll be the size of a skyscraper! 50 stories of cute, femboy goodness!

His decision made, Rimuru's body was enveloped in black fog, magicules pouring out of his body, surrounding him, adding on to his mass and increasing the size of his body. As the cloud expanded in the sky above the Falmuth army's camp, it cast a shadow down in an otherwise cloudless sky, drawing the attention of a fraction of the soldiers below. Doing their best to locate the source of the shadow without blinding themselves, it quickly became evident that something was above them. The shadow expanded outward with the magicule fog, and drew the attention of more soldiers, but by that point word of the ominous cloud in the sky above was spreading faster outward across the camp than the cloud itself.

The soldiers of Falmuth rushed to get to arms and prepared to face whatever threat it was that appeared to be materializing in the air above, the quietness of their rest replaced with the clatter of plate mail, the unsheathing of blades, the barking of orders, and the thumping of feet rushing to heed them. The king's tent was provided with the highest amount of protection, a crowd of two thousand soldiers surrounding just it, with Captain of the Royal Guard Folgen standing at the tent's entrance to ensure he could see all his men in front of him and be close to his king at the same time. In front of the last line of defense were the thousand men comprising the army's majin corps, led by High Wizard Razen, inhabiting the youthful body of an offworlder he'd personally cultivated for the role. And in front of them stood the three thousand Temple Knights of the Western Saints Church, commanded by Archbishop Rayheim. Preceding them were the remaining eight thousand Falmuth soldiers not assigned to protect the king, led by their own company commanders. Comprising the front lines were six thousand mercenaries, who were naturally considered the most expendable of the men who had been gathered together as part of this allied ****. They faced toward the cliffside that overlooked the road leading to what intelligence reports referred to as the monster nation's capital city, which itself could be glimpsed in the distance past the tree line.

Suddenly, the huge mass of magicules in the sky was swept away, dissipated by the swinging of an arm comprised of smooth, pale skin, that might have been mistaken for human were it not clearly enormous. Many men's eyes widened as they took in the sigh above: descending toward the camp was a titan shaped like a young, nude, and feminine human, with a cock that clearly marked it as not female, and a pair of bat's wings that clearly marked it as not human. His long, pale blue hair was swept upward slightly as he neared the camp, adjusting his descent to place himself between the army and his home. He touched down outside of the camp, bat wings disappearing into his back as he raised himself upright, standing on the ground at the bottom of the cliffside the army was facing. Thanks to his immense size, he easily overlooked the cliff, and the humans were still beneath his gaze even with his feet planted on lower-altitude ground.

Rimuru took his time, surveying the army before him with a disdainful glare, while the men atop the cliff returned many different expressions as they took in his form from the hips up; everything of him below that point was hidden below the edge of the cliff. Eyes displaying fear, determination, confidence, and disbelief in different measures digested the sight before them: the slender upper body, the wide hips and the hint of meaty thighs, the undeniably pretty face, the smooth, hairless skin.

"My name is Rimuru Tempest, Chairman of the Jura-Tempest Federation and Lord of Monsters," Rimuru said, his voice easily heard by each and every one of the 20,000 humans present before him. "You have declared war on my people and killed members of my family in false retaliatioH for staged acts of aggression. For this crime, I sentence you all...to be my playthings."

Grinning as he motioned to emphasize his point, Rimuru lifted in his right hand his slowly stiffening cock - which would be reaching eight inches in length were he still normal sized - up past the edge of the cliff, and dropped it so it would be eye-level with the humans below. This act instantly pulverized several dozen mercenaries who had been too close to the cliff's edge and too slow to get out of the way. The surrounding men were helpless to do anything but watch this creature's thicker-than-a-person-was-tall penis be responsible for the **** of the men who'd been standing right next to them, or save themselves from the same humiliating fate. Rimuru's cock pulsed with life, twitching in response to the stimulation their deaths provided; the crunching of their bodies, the flattening of their armor, and the small pinprick sensation of the weapons they'd been carrying unable to pierce the skin of his frenulum all adding to his pleasure.

<<73 dead.>>

"Mmmm...yeah, that's a good start. This won't convince me to forgive you, but it's nice that I'm giving you the chance to do some good with your deaths, right? Now...pleasure me."