Alive (2)

Well, a few more months have passed and it's fair to say my embarrassment and shame have deepened. Posted a quick "update" where I altered the donation text. Thanks everyone for waiting and anyone that's still here. Started writing some scenes a few days ago for the first time in well over 6 months. Planning an actual update by the end of the month. After not working on this for so long, not sure where to start. But I'll try.

Would you like me to post more scene dumps in the future? A lot of these are for future use way down the line, but it gives you a peek into my writing process.

1K words of a few random scenes: 

It’s been a while since this started now, but here you are again. Wondering how much it’s grown this time. By your count, it now is at three feet when totally erect. Although it’s half of (or more) the size of a person, it’s become impossible for you to suck off. This is for more reasons than one, but chief among them is how much you’ve expanded both longways and sideways. Your head and shoulders have grown apart from the torso because of the upward expansion, and your assets and fat only serve to widen the gap. 

So the next best option (although not as much of an option as it is more of a forced workaround) is grinding your dick against your blockade of fat in the desperate hopes you would cum. Any seed blown would hit the bottom of your stomach instead, assuming it had an upright trajectory. And this isn’t the half of all the equation considering your nuts still have to hit their timed growth spurt yet. 

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(placeholder; put real morse code later)

Hand on the fragile and weathered stone, your hand feels along the contours of the message, tracing in curiousity. You’re wondering if it could possibly be solved by touch. You’ve got to imagine a lot of strange languages have arisen and fallen in the cycles of this civilization, which you’ve learned has had several main eras over its long existence. Although this looks like it’s not much of a language and more so some kind of encrypted code. Because nothing in particular seems to correspond to some sort of alphabet, but you’re not entirely sure what.  

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You have achieved critical mass or whatever the exact breaking point is. Funny, when you started on this world it was beyond cruel to you, and threw many tests your way. But now the tables have turned and fate has declared you the victor over it. It decided you were destined for this, ever since you felt the first growth in those woods. What was it? A few inches? What a joke now, so insignificant it could only fill a tiny fraction of one of your fingers. 

Subconsciously, a spark of vengeance lies deep in the pit of your stomach. Yes, nature and reality and all that. But this planet is getting its due payback, in a way. 

The world below crumbles under your titanic mass and you can only relish in how the sound is so loud, in your head at least. That’s one downside, not being able to revel at the sheer spectacle, your head being in space. Instead of any direct ingestion, it’s all absorbed. 

Like an aura or 4th dimensional sense, your power comes out and inferior lesser mass flocks to you naturally. All the oceans, the forests, the beaches; everything is swallowed up. Before you notice, you’re left drifting in space. It’s almost like the planet was never there. All its history and the time you spent lost. 

Question is: where to go next? To become a devourer of other worlds and possibly the master of this reality? You have already long passed the superlatives to describe any average human and only slightly less longer since been crowned a superhuman. Reality bends to your will, and you intend fully to fuck it. 

With the newfound position of a goddess. 

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As you trawl the ruins of what was once a great medical complex, you are finding many curious artifacts in every other nook and cranny. One thing that instantly piques your curiosity is a strange purple substance in the corner of the current hall you’re walking in. 

The disbelief is enough to put the expedition on hold momentarily. Squinting twice, you can’t believe what you’re seeing. 

It’s moving! And soon it becomes clear what it is, a slime. You’ve encountered these creatures several times. They’re sentient and hardy, but they do have their weaknesses. 

Ignore it and hope it ignores you.

Try to provoke the thing. 

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(Decision: try to provoke the slime; UNFINISHED SCENE)

Something about it can’t be left alone. Curiosity killed the cat, but you do have the upper hand clearly. Being imbued with these mystical powers and having dealt with slime creatures several times over gives you an advantage if anything goes awry. 

Here goes. You take a few light, cautious strides forward and reach a hand out to poke it. The sensation of the goo is alien to your skin and unlike anything you’ve felt up to this point. Like water, but way more thick and consisting of something entirely different. 

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(Decision: Ignore the slime)

You’re not the brightest bulb in the shed, but you certainly weren’t born yesterday either. It would be a stupid hassle to provoke this situation, and honestly you aren’t in much of a mood for a fight. 

Moving as lightly as you can for your size, a few strides up the hallway later and you’re out of its vicinity. It’s probably unlikely it didn’t hear you, but maybe it didn’t want any trouble. Surprising, considering how openly hostile the past creatures of this variety you dealt with were, but thankfully this seems to be the only neutral one so far.

Moving on. 

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You didn’t start this way, but there’s no reason to want it to stop either. Jerking your now foot long dick proves to be a real challenge but upon reaching out your arm a bit you reach the base of the shaft. 

God, the sensations, the unrelenting pleasure of it all. Everything feels hyper sensitive at this enhanced superhuman growth. Making it all the more impossible to exercise control over your libido. Stroking it feels so good! But it’s still a bit limp. 

In your head to get some stimulation going, there’s vivid fantasies you have of concubines to serve you on this planet. Taking countless poundings from your relentless assaults day in and out. 

That would be something you’d want most at this point. A harem to meet your every whim and bow down to your glory. Woman of every regard to violate.

Yeah, the picture is all coming together! Every desire being made manifest. You moan and feel an urge to cum. Buckets of white spillage launch wildly. Your cock cannon has some range to it as some sperm splatters on your stomach, others on your tits. Big balls twitching upon the unleashing of your pent up lust, but still not fully satisfied. You could go further than this and jack off more, but this will satiate your unending sexual lust for the moment.