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A Door - Part 4 (Commission for Kalendil)
🕑 Added 2021-03-30 12:51:01 +0000 UTCTAGS: Growth, Transformation, Virility/Fertility, Ascension/God, Transdimensional Fuckery
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Growth became simply another facet of interacting with Kal, just as natural as talking would have been before his ascension to godhood; to be near him was to surrender to the very concepts of lust and self-indulgence, not because one wanted to, but simply because it was the right thing to do. It wasn’t a choice so much as the way things were meant to be, the way the natural order had been designed to work, and thus resisting it was nothing if not complete folly; why waste time trying to remain decent or maintaining something resembling decorum when one could be throwing oneself into the very jaws of depravity in order to truly enjoy what it was like to give up and give in to one’s desires? To grow, to bloat, to swell, to transform, until one’s form became just as perfect as it could possibly be, right before one had the realization that it could be perfected further; androgyny became the rule rather than the exception, with all those exposed to the giant tiger and his creations openly welcoming the changes that gave them just about everything they could think of to play with and lose themselves in, to the point where one wouldn’t need others in order to experience sexual ecstasy… but of course, where was the fun in that?
Why remain alone and merely explore one’s own body when there was a whole world with billions of others ready to join in on the fun, billions of souls ready and waiting to be welcomed into this new, divine state of being where lust and bliss were the only two sensations that anyone could ever possibly experience. No strife, no conflict, no hunger or thirst or disease, but simply a perfect existence where one could lose oneself for all of eternity and then return to reality to readjust their physical avatar before embarking on another eon or two of experimentation and carnal indulgence; after all, when the streets ran thick with cum and the waves of milk were tall enough to ride atop the spunk currents and lap at the second stories of buildings, what else was there to do but open one’s mouth and accept the bounty, to drink of it greedily and to the flow? This was the new life that Kal was offering those around him, a kind of life that would be given for free and without reservations to anyone who would simply embrace it willingly and accept the tiger’s warm, soft, tender touch… well, either his or that of any of his progeny, or his progeny’s progeny; the process he had begun could not be stopped, having gained too much momentum for anything to really put any brakes to it, and indeed, even if Kal, for whatever gods-forsaken reason, decided he wanted to put things back where they were before, it was highly doubtful that he could even remotely begin to do it, let alone be successful.
The snowball had been thrown down the hill and it was already halfway to the base of it by the time the second wave of liberated souls came to understand true pleasure, at which point critical mass had been reached and there was simply no stopping anything from progressing in one single direction. Carla and Kal had managed to turn everyone inside the museum into better versions of themselves, and now that each and every one of those lucky individuals got to spread the joy of ascension to least two or three others, things would begin getting exponential as the planetary orgy truly began in earnest. Given the size increase that came along with most of the transformations, it made it easy for even those with the biggest, most oversized assets to move around and find new partners, at which point the third generation would come to be and the multiplicative tree just kept getting wider and wider with each new generation brought into the fold.
This process was made significantly easier by how much the amount of fluids spilled helped to bring new faces into the fold, either willingly as they threw themselves into the currents running through the streets and straight into buildings, or entirely by accident whenever someone made a wrong turn and their car was completely covered by thick cream or potent, virile seed. The flooding only became worse as time passed and the amount of people involved in this unravelling of this reality grew, as not only did their numbers contribute to an endless escalation in ejaculate and milk production, but their sheer size helped ensure that even the smallest of them produced hundreds of gallons of everything after just a few short minutes.
Kal himself didn’t even have to worry about anything anymore; as great as he was as a lover in his brand new state of being, even he couldn’t compete with hundreds, soon to be thousands of people fucking like animals all at once… and nor should he even try; that wasn’t the point. He looked down at the artifact, feeling its power seep into him the more his apocalypse was unleashed upon the world, continuously changing and improving his body to give him the sort of physique that would make it perfectly clear who was supposed to be in charge there. He grew taller and bulkier, towering over even the biggest of his proverbial descendants, strong enough to snap steel between two single fingers, well-endowed to the point where he couldn’t take a single step without carving a trench behind him from the weight of his nuts, so productive and virile that the area around him was awash with a thick drizzle of cum from his constant skyward spurts. He was colossal, and grew only larger the more the stone allowed the power contained on the other side of it to keep leaking into his body, turning him into less of a large tiger and more a living, breathing, feline-shaped gateway into this alternate existence, giving a fraction of a percentage point of the energy contained in it to break through to his side of the dimensional barrier. Even this sliver was more than enough to lead to drastic change all around him; his mere presence alone was already enough to start moulding and reshaping any tiny one that yet remained within sight, needing Kal to only lay eyes on someone for them to start bulging outwards and filling in every tender, sensitive, erogenous spot; as for the ones who had already been blessed, there was no reason why they couldn’t be improved further, leading to a few of them becoming downright gigantic even compared to their peers.
Yet, above all others, there stood Kal, his footsteps thundering, his motions making the very ground beneath his feet quake with how heavy and imposing he had become. Soon, the whole planet would be able to feel his presence, the entirety of Earth realizing that their lives up until then had been naught but a prelude, an introduction to the real history of their civilization; it was one that could only be achieved through mindless self-indulgence and surrendering to one’s base desires, but one that would help them ascend to heights never thought of before, closer to the state that the other reality was in. So what if the flooding of cum and milk was already starting to strain the city’s sewer systems, so what if the amount of soft, supple flesh rolling around was turning almost impossible to avoid? There would be no crushings in this perfect world of Kal’s, this new heaven that he helped to bring forth; anyone caught beneath anyone else would simply bask in the larger one’s glory and become bigger themselves, solving the problem instantly. Anyone drowning in anyone’s fluids would merely need to open their mouths and drink greedily, for all milk and spunk would soon become as mannah to them. There would be no need to worry, for there would be nothing to worry about; Kal would see to that personally.
Something he could do given how colossal he was becoming. It seemed that for each step he took he gained several yards in height and width, leaving him so enormously tall that he very easily broke through the first cloud layer without even realizing it had happened, and had to be reminded of it once a plane attempted to move out of the way before promptly bursting open from everyone inside being blessed by the tiger’s presence. None of them would be harmed, of course; their descent was slowed down by the giant titan’s powers, or maybe the ones seeping through the crack in reality that was the artifact around his neck, it was hard to tell; what mattered was that a brand new plane’s worth of passengers had been uplifted, and their existence became that much better for it. Now, all they had to do was find a suitable partner and start fucking, preferably one already of their size or slightly below, that they may further spread their blessings around the way they were meant to.
For there was no need for them to do so to the rest of the planet’s population; they had Kal for that, who was still growing, still thickening, still ever more glorious and impossible to miss. He took wide wide strides in order to avoid stepping on any of his progeny, who had become so tiny to him, and his efforts to bring the whole world into the fold began to pay off almost immediately after he put his mind to them. He need not worry about getting the message out; there might not be news screws that survived first contact without joining the growing mass of blessed bodies, nor were there any amateurs capable of wielding cameras or phones for the exact same reason, but there was… himself. Himself, his presence, his body, his power; this, alone, was more than enough to start spreading his influence far and wide, even beyond the horizon… especially considering a single spurt of precum from his shaft alone was enough to put even the biggest of his progeny’s full loads to shame, something he was very proud to make evident as he openly stroked himself and painted the landscape white with each step he took.
Things had begun to take a global turn by that point, precisely thanks to the giant tiger’s influence seeping into the very fabric of existence, aided along by the artifact he still wore on his neck; it was amazing how it was still there, how the chain had elongated and adapted to keep the diminutive piece of rock stuck to his body before finally melting into him and embedding the piece of the dimensional key into his skin proper. It was inlaid now, the gem shining in the sunlight as it slowly grew outwards, absorbing some of Kal’s own power as he continued to grow in every direction, continued to uplift civilization by way of forcefully showing them what they were missing out on. It was a process that couldn’t be stopped; the influx of energy from the other side of the veil had allowed the titan to tap into the same kind of dormant power that was responsible for all the impossible “magic” that had been dug up in the past few years, and from there it was simple enough for the key to siphon some of it to reconstitute itself. Not as it once was though; no, Kal would be the key.
A living gateway, a physical god whose mere existence served as an affront to causality as he caused the veil between worlds to thin out, tattering in places and allowing parts of this other existence to literally flood into his own. There was a whole universe’s worth of perfection out there on the other side, and with so little space left, was it any wonder that the “others” needed some more room to vent all of their excess into? Spunk and milk in equal measure began to leak into his reality all across the world, literal tears in reality itself opening in the sky and showering all those beneath them in an unending shower of fluids that only grew more powerful with each passing second. Lakes and rivers had their water corrupted and eventually replaced, entire seas and eventually oceans becoming more opaque, thicker, whiter as they were consumed by the tide, the animals within mutating to approach sentience, that they may too reap the benefits of this worldwide calamity-turned-rapture. The very shores began to erode as sea levels rose, as the world over was forced to deal with the fact that “dry” land would never be dry again; everything would always be covered in a layer of their production, eternally sloshing in currents that spanned the entire globe, with the only difference being how deep the coating happened to be… and seeing as all those living on the planet were set to keep growing for all of eternity, said depth could just keep increasing as well, until the Earth began to expand with the sheer amount of juices flowing, and the cities of old were covered by miles and miles of cream and cum.
This was the world that Kal gave everyone, the world that he had helped create purely by virtue of his existence, but oddly enough, it didn’t feel like it was… enough. Yes, it was perfection, of that there was no doubt, but it was merely one world, a measly little planet among what might very well be trillions, if not more; while most of them were most likely devoid of life, the fact that there was an entire new reality on the other side of that gem proved that life could develop in other places, and if that held true, then wasn’t it his responsibility to ensure that it, too, could savor of the same mannah that everyone else on his planet was? As a true god of excess and self-indulgence, was it not Kal’s job to make sure that all sentient life, regardless of where it may be, could appreciate the finer points of what it was like to give up their worldly concerns and ascend to a new stage of existence? He certainly seemed to think so, but at the same time, he was still planet-bound. At least… for the time being.
He closed his eyes, attempting to focus on what was happening on the other side, or, more specifically, what had happened to the other side. He could see it in the back of his eyes, a history that wasn’t his own being replayed at fast speed, more of an instinctive knowledge than anything else; Kal saw worlds, many more than his own and that of his patrons on the other side of the veil, linked together in a vast, multiversal structure that spanned far more layers of existence than even he assumed there had been before, in a spider’s web of truly mind-boggling proportions. Together, they traded, conversed, exchanged, improved upon one another, in a multi-dimensional golden age that lasted for what felt like several eternities; entire universe’s worth of resources were dedicated to expanding the lifetime of others, that life may flourish from where there had been none, and that it may last forever in an endless paradise. But it was only heaven as per its own rules and regulations; doorways were shut for the smallest of transgressions in order to preserve the “purity” of it all, a feckless attitude if he’d ever seen one. Eventually, and predictably, one universe would discover the same power source that now worked in overtime to transform him and all those around him, and after their influence expanded to “contaminate” several other realities, whoever was left destroyed the entire network in a blind panic, cutting every instance of existence away from all others, and isolating the “disease” for all eternity.
Until now. Because it wasn’t a disease or a contaminant, it was a blessing, a missing piece of the puzzle that ensured that all those who saw it could experience true bliss for all of eternity. All that these presupposed masters of reality had done was kneejerk react to their impending perfection with the same reaction that one entrenched in one’s views might have to anything different: rejection. They rejected this truth, rejected the glory it offered, and in their folly, made sure no one would be able to embrace it if they had not done so already, then hid away in their little corners hoping it would all just go away, all while dooming this once-vast, multi-dimensional pan-civilization to a slow, decadent descent into mundanity. But not anymore, not with Kal there, not with the tiger at the helm to spearhead the new awakening and the spread of the good word; his patrons on the other side might be happy to simply welcome another reality into the fold, but he wasn’t. Others might be content in simply living with their new state of self, but he wasn’t going to just stop there; after all, when he set his mind to something, he wouldn’t stop until he did it right, and Kal wasn’t one to stick with “good enough” solutions when better ones were available to him. No, more was required, more was necessary, and if no one else was going to do it, then he would.
After all, his body had become a key, not just a gateway. The unique combination of the artifact fragment and his own biology, empowered by the energies from two distinct realities, had all come together to turn him into something… unique. Something that existence in general had never seen before, a living keystone that could freely unlock whatever door it saw in front of it, given enough time to figure out how it was shut. It might take him aeons to break through to the next universe over, but that didn’t really matter, because he did have aeons to spend. It would take him a literal eternity before he truly began his great work to reestablish the great civilizations of old, but that was fine.
He had all the time in existence.
