A Door - Part 3 (Commission for Kalendil)

TAGS: Growth, Transformation, Virility/Fertility, Ascension/God, Transdimensional Fuckery

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From there, things blacked out for just a few moments as Kal’s brain struggled to process the heightened sensations being fed back to it, courtesy of his brand new body being significantly more sensitive than it had been before. He was faintly aware of more changes being wrought to the hare stuck on his shaft, but these didn’t become fully obvious until after he tuned back into reality and got to watch as his lover pulled himself back from the cock impaling them and struggled to get back on their feet. Struggled being the key-word, because even with their heightened muscle power, the poor thing was too laden with… well, himself, to really be able to move around properly.

Their body was unrecognizable compared to the scrawny pole it used to be. Not only was the hare significantly taller than before, easily reaching seven feet in height if not even more so, but his assets had engorged quite a bit beyond what they really should be, even with a body of that size: the most obvious ones had to be the cock and balls they sported, the latter of which were so full and stuffed that they dragged along the ground and overflowed from between the director’s legs, while the former was about as long as the man was tall and thick enough to nearly fully obscure their torso. Or would be, if not for the fact that they had also developed a pair of milky breasts of such a size that their whole chest was completely covered, and a significant portion of their cock was left permanently buried within their new cleavage, something that left him in a state of perpetual stimulation and barely capable of putting words together to express how grateful they were that Kal would give them something like this.

Not that the tiger really needed the validation, as the transformation had rebounded back to him in its own way. He may not have developed his own bust, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t imposing in his own way; if anything, it was impressive how much his chair managed to hold up, given that he was taller than the hare was when he got up, with a package that would put even the other giant’s to shame; both males were leaking profusely, making a right mess of the floor and even letting people outside know what was going on thanks to how much cum (because that wasn’t pre coming out of them) had begun leaking beneath the door to Kal’s office. The two looked at one another, understanding what had to be done, even if no words were exchanged; none were really needed, as their new role was burned into their unconscious minds with such intensity that it might as well have always been there.

Indeed, when the hare turned around to leave the office, feeling like sharing some of this new power that they were feeling with the rest of the world, they didn’t find it strange that their attitude had done a complete one-eighty, nor were they thinking about how inappropriate it would be to suddenly show up, completely nude and looking like some kind of hyper-exaggerated porn star in the middle of a respectable museum. All they really cared about was finding the next willing partner and letting them feel what they themselves were feeling: ecstasy, pleasure, endless carnal enjoyment, and a rapturous sense of glee and joy that could never be put to words. It was liberating, in a way, to be able to do whatever one wanted and for the universe to provide, hence why Kal himself decided that he should probably get on that as well.

The inscribed stone beside him had been glowing throughout the course of the two men’s “meeting”, and the light had only grown stronger the bigger they became; by the time the tiger decided to get out of that cramped, stuffy workspace and share with the world some of the best news he had heard in years, the stone in the center of it was burning about as brightly as a lightbulb, brighter still when Kal, more out of instinct than anything else, picked it up and held it in his hand. Without even thinking, he tried to put it on like a necklace, clearly missing the fact that it had no string attached to it… or did it? When he pulled his hand behind his neck, what had once been nothing but empty space now carried a thick, metallic chain that was warm to the touch, linked to the stone itself via two rings positioned haphazardly, yet another testament to how that thing was a smaller piece of a greater whole. Again, not that Kal cared; he had better things in mind.

When he walked out of his office, things had already kicked into high gear, as not only had his director found someone willing to partake in the same repast that they themselves had, but Carla too was somewhere getting railed by, presumably, that twenty-something intern that she’d been making passing remarks towards for the past several weeks. Her squeaks and moans were carried through the air all the way over from her office, whose door was wide open, joining in marvelously with the animalistic grunting of the hare, who had bent over the front door clerk over their own desk and was hard at work making the ground beneath them a brand new shade of thick, creamy white. It was a good first step, especially now that the groundwork for exponential expansion was laid, but honestly, Kal couldn’t help but feel like it was… insufficient. More was needed, always more, and if he was going to take his society’s standards and turn them on their head, for that was precisely what he was thinking of doing, he was going to have to take a more active role in the process.

Thankfully, there were plenty of people who worked in the museum and even more who just happened to be visiting, most of which responded to the obvious debauchery by… standing there, seemingly unable to decide whether to be offended at the fact that it was happening, or dejected at not having been invited to participate. The artifact’s glow grew stronger as Kal approached the first person he saw that happened to be biting their lip, coincidentally a tigress that seemed to be about as old as he was; she was quite the beauty, perfectly sculpted and with her fur patterns being of such a dizzying complexity that the giant of a man approaching her had to wonder if there was some cosmetic alteration going on there. Whatever the case, his thundering steps announced his intention very clearly, and by the time Kal was right next to her, the poor thing looking incredibly undersized compared to the cock she was staring down, there weren’t a lot of things that could really happen beyond the obvious.

Transformations ran rampant in the museum as soon as the three colossi began to truly unleash their power upon the world. The director had made sure to turn the front door clerk into a bovine version of themselves, pumping them up bigger and fuller with each thrust, while in her office Carla was giving her boytoy the best and most fulfilling milky drink that they’d ever tasted, leading to the desk they were using breaking in half from the weight in just a few minutes more. As for Kal, he was making sure the tigress he was holding up with a single hand made good use of all that protein he was sharing with her, bloating her up until her cumgut was about as big as he himself was, until his seed began to fill other parts of her no matter how unlikely or outright impossible that was. By the end, once he was “satisfied”, for lack of a better word, the other big cat had been left stranded on a belly several feet taller than she was, sporting a pair of cum-swollen tits that were about as big, and asscheeks just plumped up enough for people to tell the difference. And, as soon as that was done, all three of the first progenitors of change turned their heads around to try and find the next person who deserved their attention, and the cycle repeated itself.

Their partners wouldn’t remain immobilized and unable to move for long though. The magical properties of the artifact had begun to spread through everyone that was affected by those it had initially touched, creating a network of self-reinforcing debauchery that only grew stronger the more people gave in to their baser instincts and acted in the way that the glowing stone truly wanted, succumbing to their more animalistic side and truly making that piece of stone live up to its status as a fertility symbol… or so Kal assumed, at least. He couldn’t possibly even begin to guess at its true nature and origin, being far too small in the grand scheme of things to understand what sort of apocalyptic event he had unleashed not just upon his own society, not just upon his own world, but upon the entire universe that he lived in. There was a very good reason that rock around his neck was broken, and an even better one why the pieces were strewn across the whole planet, and as soon as the second and third generation of hyper-sized breeders came to be, that reason became more than obvious.

In just under an hour, there didn’t remain a single person within the confines of the museum’s walls that hadn’t, in some level, been affected by the artifact’s magic. Be it through their fertility, their size, the number of limbs they sported, number of assets as well, everyone’s physical form had been warped and changed to better fit the image of a perfect, breed-happy and lustful society that seeped from within the artifact’s endless wellspring of power. Though Kal didn’t know it, this was affecting William as well, far on the other side of the city where he was turning his office building into an impromptu brothel and seriously flooding the lower levels with how much cum and milk were being poured down the stairs, courtesy of their very enthusiastic co-workers. This only served to exacerbate the effects of the fertility… thing itself, which continued to glow brightly and had even begun to further modify the tiger wearing it, turning him into the perfect herald for its brand new world.

Kal was already something akin to perfect, at least in his mind. Towering over all those around him, dragging around a pair of cumtanks big and active enough to fill everyone in the city and a cock kept permanently turgid and big to the point where he occasionally had to push it down just to be able to walk properly. His body had been sculpted and enhanced to better deal with this increased weight, leaving him looking more like a living, breathing statue than anything a mortal body could achieve, a true Adonis of peak physical performance if ever there was one. But there was always room for improvements: a bit more height, a bit more muscle mass, more girth to his base, more production to his nuts, his libido, strong enough as it was, being spiked just a little bit more; excess was the name of the game, self-indulgence was the only rule and Kal was more than happy to share that realization with everyone around him. Everyone, indeed, as his predilections began to shift as well.

It wasn’t as if the tiger had ever been unable to appreciate a fine female form, but his preferences just never went in that direction, hence why he preferred the presence and touch of hunks like William over someone like Carla, despite her being, for all intents and purposes, drop-dead gorgeous even before her ascension into something better. Now, however, the thought of sinking his hands into a pair of soft tits before gulping down a mouthful of milk and shoving that gigantic pillar of cockmeat into some tight, welcoming folds wasn’t sounding like a half-bad idea; in fact, it stoked a flame that he hadn’t felt in forever, a need to do something that he never thought would actually matter to him. Then again, given the state that he was in, and the state he wished to leave the planet in as well, was it any wonder that he suddenly felt an intense, burning need to breed?

It was the only way to really improve upon what he was already experiencing: not just fuck, not just rut, but to tap into that primordial brain of his and work towards fulfilling that most basic of needs, that to perpetuate his species and ensure his genes passed onto the next generation. Or, perhaps, it was something more than that; a gesture of dominance, an assurance that he was the one on top regardless of where he happened to be, a way to show the world at large, and whatever wonderful partner he happened to be engaged with at the time, what it was like to be a true breeding god. Such thoughts had never crossed his mind before, but the more Kal kept thinking, the more he allowed his mind to wander into places that it very rarely got to venture into, the more they began surfacing. He wasn’t merely Kal, a tiger who had once been stout and large and had been transformed into a perfectly-chiselled symbol of virility; he wasn’t merely Kal, archeologist and lustful explorer turned into the prophet of a brand new world. He was Kal, the new deity of that planet, the new divine figure that all those whomsoever would look upon him would recognize and pay tribute and homage to, as the perfect creature that had removed the shackles holding them back from experiencing true pleasure and gave their society the missing piece of the puzzle that they hadn’t even been aware had been missing at all.

He liked this realization, liked it so much that he felt the need to open his mouth and let loose a powerful enough roar that the very foundations of the building were shaken and the glass on the windows reverberated from the shockwaves before shattering into a million tiny shards. The sound itself warped reality around him about as much as his previous actions had, with all those who heard it (Carla included) having to close their eyes and grit their teeth as they felt their bodies inflate, grow, swell, become better and larger as everything about them was improved: from their fertility and virility to production rates and height, everything was turned up to eleven and beyond, leaving everyone inside the museum transformed into a giant version of their previous selves, utterly unsatisfied with their current sexual release and in desperate need of some more. It wasn’t as if their constant rutting wasn’t good, but now that everyone was blessed with a libido that would put Kal’s old one to shame, there wasn’t a lot they could really do beyond hunger for their next fix, for the next time they could engage in mindless acts of debased debauchery in full view of everyone around them. And, given that everyone in the museum itself had been transformed already, there was only one way to go for this burgeoning new state of existence: outdoors.

On the outside, very few people were really aware of what was going on inside of that unassuming building. Seeing as most of the activity was happening in the display areas and the front door led to a small lobby that split into two smaller corridors, thus blocking the view of the inside, the best that anyone could really hope to say was that there were some odd sounds coming from within, though passers-by were happy to chalk those up to some of the exhibits being mechanized and automated, or some other touristy novelty like that. They could never have guessed that, just a few feet away from them, a new world was being conceived (and quite literally, in some cases), one that would soon spill forth into the old and replace it with something far more appropriate for the sort of tastes Kal was imposing upon everyone around him. Thus, it was with no small amount of surprise that the folks closest to the front door looked to the side and suddenly got to watch as a whole parade of giant-sized individuals sprang forth from within the building itself, crashing through the glass doors and the wall around them, spraying the streets with a mixture of powdered ceramic, bits of bricks and a whole lot of dust; dust that wasn’t even given enough time to settle before the artifact’s influence began to be felt throughout those who were closest.

The damned thing wasn’t even hiding its intention anymore, glowing so brightly that the shine was perfectly visible even in the light of the sun. Its colour had begun to shift, becoming paler and whiter over time, until eventually it turned into a single, solid swirling mass of moonlight, glimmering in the daytime and turning the minds of anyone who gazed upon it into easily-pliable clay, that Kal could swoop in and mould them into something more befitting of this new existence he was creating. No one but him knew it, of course, but the comparison to moonlight was… less than apt. He wasn’t possessed of this knowledge, nor did he truly “know” it in the conventional sense; it was more of an instinctive understanding, something that he took for granted while not really spending much brain power in trying to understand, as if it was a simple, matter-of-fact truth that he never once bothered questioning, nor would bother to question for as long as he was alive. He knew that it wasn’t moonlight, because anything capable of creating it was long gone, on the other side of something he came to understand as being a key of sorts.

Of course it has inscriptions belonging to most known ancient civilizations, of course it looked entirely out of place, and of course its surface was filled with the sort of phrases and invocations that would leave even a horndog like himself blushing at their true meaning. This thing, this priceless artifact of unimaginable power, wasn’t a fertility idol so much as it was a part of one, a tiny piece of a greater whole that, when put together, would explain why it was broken in the first place. Kal could feel it, off in the distance and behind so many veils that he couldn’t even begin to count them, another state of being that was more or less the spitting image of what the tiger wanted his own reality to be like. It was ghostly, barely there, but he knew that it was real; an alternative, another universe where things went slightly different, where things progressed in the way he was making them progress far before they did in his home reality, so much so that the very door connecting the two states of being had to be destroyed, the connection severed and the means of bringing it back utterly shattered into pieces…

… one of which he had hung from his neck at that very moment.

It was a lot to take in, and most of it wasn’t even conscious knowledge to begin with, but the tiger pieced together whatever he could in order to form a more coherent mental image. There was, at some level around and above them, another universe much like his, but one where the mindless carnal enjoyment he intended to spread to those around him had already won; it had consumed that existence and turned it into a kind of heaven-like state of transcendence for all those inside of it, leaving them fully unable to do anything other than fulfill their basest desires for every second of their entire lives. But was this so bad? Was it that awful when such lives were extended far beyond what would normally be possible? It was paradise for them, an eternity spent fucking, rutting, engaging in the most mindless acts of sexual depravity that their brains could cook up, especially considering their bodies were inherently malleable and fully capable of changing to better suit whatever it was they wanted to do. There was no strife, no conflict, no hunger, no thirst, none wanted for anything and happiness and joy were the state of every single day, unending and eternal. It was bliss, pure and simple, and everyone got to experience it regardless of what their station in life had been beforehand.

It was nothing short of beautiful, and exactly what Kal intended for his own world. It wasn’t enough for them to fuck like animals, though that was very much a good start, but they had to work towards reaching this state of Nirvana-like perfection, whereby nothing would ever bother them for all of eternity as they fucked and rutted and thrusted and slammed and thwapped away the eons that passed, filling their own universe with their bodies and juices until it, too, glowed bright white in some random gem in some random universe where another key had most certainly been broken into pieces before being found by another Kal-analogue. It was an eternal recurrence that he was playing into, that much the tiger was certain, and this realization made him want to do it even more; it was no longer just his libido talking, but a divine plan of sorts, it was fate that he was helping to come to fruition! He’d even make a comment or two about it being a mission from whatever god or gods he used to pray to, but he knew better than that; after all, he was the new god of that world, and he alone would lead it to where it needed to go.

This wasn’t really difficult when his mere presence alone was enough to warp the minds of the lesser ones around him, leaving them unable to process anything other than the mighty, imposing titan of a tiger thundering towards them, their building-sized cock glistening in the sunlight from how much slick pre covered it in a perpetual glaze, their ground-dragging nuts creating a vast, deep trench whenever he took a step. Behind him, an entourage of similarly-proportioned, though not necessarily similarly-sized giants and giantesses, all of them possessed of the kind of bodies that were the exclusive purview of extreme kink art, yet all of them real, all of them thirsty for their next lay, all of them drooling, cumming and leaking milk all over the place as they meandered about trying to locate someone who’d be willing to share in their unconditional love.

They wouldn’t have to look too hard; their own presence was powerful enough that, while they didn’t break people into worshipping them, they certainly helped to loosen onlookers up enough that the idea of having sex with a random stranger in the middle of the road didn’t feel like that bad of a prospect, all things considered. In fact, given the sort of forms they were sporting, these new people, these colossi of a new generation, would probably give those around them a much better experience than they ever had in their entire lives; much like Kal subconsciously knew what was happening on the other side of his improvised medallion, so too did the tiny ones around him and his progeny instinctively understand that, should they just give in and surrender to the same pleasure the new arrivals had, they too would be blessed with a form as perfect as theirs. All that was required of them was to stop, strip and throw themselves into the fray with abandon, and within moments they were being stretched out… until they needn’t be stretched any longer.