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Arxaheddion...the end of the world. The beast's mind cleared as the consciousness of what used to be Henri had by now disappeared altogether, irretrievably corrupted by the black swirling evil brought on by the aligning moon and planets, this early morning of the first day of the year two thousand and twelve. Arxagon...that is what he would call himself. Arxagon...the name had a power to it, and fit him well. He would be the god Arxagon, destroyer and yet creator of the world.

Smiling with his head's cum-slit, the newly transformed beast-god rolled onto his front and stood up on his legs. Looking back towards his tail across his body length, his entire body had a bright sheen, reflecting the room's dancing torchlight. His latex skin was indeed spectacular, he thought, and a subtle layer of perfectly slippery rubber lubricant covered his entire body, making him look wet. Though only moments ago the climax he had experienced sent floods of cum spewing from all his massive cocks, his slippery body allowed all his juices to flow off of him onto the floor, leaving him clean.

Waving his tail slowly back and forth, he was anticipating what was to come next. Looking towards the room's front, where the steps led back up to the outside world, the beast slowly walked forwards. His paws were slippery, true, but his powerful body and psychic ability made the lack of traction a non-issue. Rather, he felt no need to rush this process, knowing there were none powerful enough to challenge him. He would...take it slow; why not enjoy taking over the world?

A pleasant shudder coursed through the god's body; his entire being seemed to agree with him. Arriving at the base of the steps, he raised his foreleg and placed his forepaw on the first step. It felt like his entire body was grinning at what would come next, and in fact his head's cum-slit was grinning as well, leaking juices of pre along with his "normal" cock and all of his back's tentacles and his tail-cock. Really, calling his forepaw a "forepaw" is a stretch, since his paw's digits had been replaced by 8-inch long tentacles and the center of his palm had receded into a tight hole leaking pre as well. The same was true of the other forepaw, as well as his hindpaws.

Climbing the stairs, the massive rock slab covering the altar's entrance was still in the way, though Arxagon scarcely considered it an obstacle. Pressing his huge head, neck, and torso upwards, the powerful, magic liquid comprising his insides lending him strength infinitely more powerful than muscles, he lifted the rock slab easily, letting it fall away to the side. Climbing up onto the surface of the altar, the beast looked around, seeing a circle of stone pillars with a shield of blue light between each, seeming to keep out blackness swirling outside the protected area. Standing on the far side of the protected area was cluster of humans dressed in ritualistic clothes. Druids...he thought. This will be too easy, if these humans here will be his toughest resistance.

A few of the humans screamed and pounded at the blue light barrier, trying to escape. One sat down, reciting some sort of prayer. The beast couldn't recognize the ancient language, but could tell by reading the human's thoughts that the human knew his end was imminent. This bunch of humans was hopeless, and they knew it.

Arxagon prowled to one side slowly, towards their left flank, though staying at the same distance. Turning around, he walked in a wide circle towards the other side, their right flank. He could have lunged right at them at any moment, but he was having fun! He felt their terror skyrocketing, though still he walked wide, predatory half-circles around them with them against the wall. Edging closer with each pass... he finally paused in the center, and faced directly towards them, swaying his tail idly in the air, and the tentacles from his back waving back and forth.

Grinning at the group, he edged closer and closer to them, taking short steps. Or, well, again he wasn't quite grinning so much as smiling with his head's cum-slit, the urethra opening slightly with fluids seeping out. Taking on a lurking stance, and lowering his head, he edged closer still. A couple humans broke off to run around to the other side of the protected area, but the rest remained standing. In fact, one member of the group seemed to stand out from the rest, and had a few special markings. This must be the leader of the group, he recognized; this might be fun!

"Leader of the druids!" Arxagon mentally addressed him with a deep, booming mental voice, "I am the omega of this world's existence. You have rightfully predicted the end of the world. I am that end, incarnate! Submit to me!"

"Henri, is that you? It is me, Nuval Myosin, leader of this clan. Do you not remember me?" the Elder replied, speaking aloud. His legs shook, though he tried to maintain a straight posture.

"The one you call Henri is no longer here, though he was a valuable tool for me to come into this world. I am Arxagon, destroyer and creator of the world! Now, SUBMIT!"

Pausing a second, the Elder frowned and gritted his teeth. "You fowl beast! Weapons or not, I will save this world!" Yelling, the human lunged to the right for a better angle, then sprinted to close the remaining 5 meters between them. Balling his fist with his full body's weight behind it, he punched hard into the beast's side flank between its forelimb and hindlimb. The fist penetrated deep into the beast, with the sounds of stretching rubber and sloshing liquid inside. But then...

But then nothing happened. Laughing into the human's mind, the beast was unphased. The Elder Druid tried to pull his fist out, but it was stuck! Pulling now with all his weight, it still didn't budge. Arxagon craned his neck-shaft slowly to face the human, to get a good look at his arm firmly stuck in his flank. Jeering and laughing, he jested "You cannot harm me! You are pathetic, and soon you will join Henri!"

Indeed, the beast's flexible latex skin rendered him impervious to such a crude attack, and his soft liquid goo insides yielded easily to the change in shape. But as soon as the human's fist was deep into his side, the liquid tightened the skin so tightly around the fist that it couldn't be pulled out. Slowly gyrating to the beast's life-pulse, the liquid pulled at the arm. Liquid slowly oozed out from the latex skin, surrounding the human's arm in the liquid rubber as it was slowly pulled inwards.

The rubbery goo began seeping through the human's skin even as he struggled to pull it out from the beast's side. Grinning, Arxagon chuckled and relaxed, even laying down with the druid's fist still implanted in his side, making the druid fall over due to the awkward angle. The liquid slowly invaded the druid's body, turning his fist, then his arm black as minutes went by, the rest of the druids unable to do anything but watch. The arm was pulled deeper and deeper, the druid now with his entire arm up to the shoulder inside the beast.

The druid still struggled, tugging his entire body against the slow absorption, to no avail. Eventually, he felt himself tiring, and again found his mind invaded by that beast's voice: "Hehehe...pathetic human. You aren't tired already are you? Don't you think that could just be the chemicals of my body doing that to you? You aren't just going to let this happen are you?" The druid opened his eyes wider and tugged a few more times, but soon gave up again, feeling his arms and hands getting heavier. His heart racing, his anger building at not being able to fight, the human weakly groaned as his shoulder was now being pulled into the beast's body.

The rubber slime having now seeped deep into the druid's blood stream, most of his body had turned black. The secreted slime's neurotic effect finally fully paralyzed the druid, ending his resistance once and for all. And yet, a tingle shot through his body! Unable to move, he could only moan as he felt his arm becoming sensitive, the beast's internal pulse rubbing over and massaging his arm. Minutes later, the feeling slowly crawled all over his body such that he could feel the slightest movements of air over his body. His skin, becoming more and more sensitive, tingled with every tiny movement, begging for attention, as the nerves in his body were overwhelmed with the magic, neuroactive secretions.

The sensations in the druid's arm climbed higher and higher, the tingle beginning to reverberate throughout his body. Moaning again, louder this time, he felt his...hand beginning to throb wildly...or, didn't feel it? His entire arm seemed to lose mass, feeling lighter. Part of him still resisted, yet even his mental resistance was falling rapidly. The incredible sensitivity of his body, and the feeling of his arm seeming to dissolve in the beast...he had to have more! He struggled to try to move his legs, so that he could brace them and push himself further inside, but of course he couldn't move his legs due to the paralyzing chemicals.

Arxagon looked into the human's mind and sensed the chemicals taking over his body, the beast taking pleasure in this absorption of his victim. The druid, now a slave to his pleasure, wouldn't put up any more resistance though, so Arxagon decided to get this over with fast to move on to the next human. Chuckling, he rolled onto his side with the druid underneath. As the druid's entire body was pressed tightly between his body and the ground, his hypersensitive skin forced him to moan as his entire body was squeezed tight by the intense pressure of the beast's weight. Arxagon's skin easily melded around the human's shape, and quickly brought the rest of him inside, closing around him tight. Now surrounded in the lust-slime, every sensation in his body instantly turned to an orgasm of fire as his body melted away, becoming the same liquid ooze as the rest of the collective insides of the beast, his consciousness lost to nothingness.

Dismayed, the other onlooking druids, hiding in the corner, now knew for a fact they were powerless to stop the beastly god. Arxagon rolled back onto his belly and lifted himself onto his four limbs again, his huge body somehow moving with adept grace and agility. Turning his head-cock to look at the group of remaining, leaderless druids, he looked with ethereal vision into each one's souls, searching for a weaker one to prey on. He wanted to try something out, a new power he felt within himself, and would need a weak soul to take advantage of.

One particularly weak druid, sitting behind a cluster of three other druids, was sitting with his back against a monolith of the altar's protective stone circle. Reading his mind, Arxagon picked out the name John Nordstall...that was his name. This soul was indeed particularly weak, almost as weak as Henri's! A perfect opportunity to try out the new power...and perhaps by absorbing yet another person, he could grow bigger and even more powerful?

Arxagon focusing intently on John now, the human returned the beast's glare, looking directly into his mouth's cum-slit. Unblinking, the human felt himself becoming nauseous and unable to look away. Taking a gulp, he forcefully blinked once, but again found himself looking into the head's cum-slit, which was continually leaking with juices. A pulling sensation followed, making him feel off-balance, like the world's surface was crooked. His eyesight told him he was still sitting, but something inside his head told him to stand up to regain his balance.

Sluggishly, he rose from sitting, and fell forward onto his knees as he felt the world was spinning, as if he was drunker than a sailor. Still, he felt off balance and crawled forward, one foot at time, towards where the black rubber beast was standing. Of course he tried to resist, to lay down, to turn away, but was powerless to do so, and felt his arms and limbs almost moving automatically through his increasingly blurry daze.

Coming to within 5 feet of Arxagon, the human continued crawling forward. The beast smiling as he looked on, he let the human crawl between his forelegs to where he was beckoning the human, his main shaft jutting out hugely from his pelvic area.

Mindlessly, John found himself staring into the glans of the monster's truly massive, 15-foot cock. It stood out proudly from the feral body above it, its black latex sheen and excreted lubricant giving it the same shine as the rest of the body above. Almost gawking at the length, part of him was repelled, but his resistance was conquered by the god's powerful mental intrusions. The druid stripped, throwing off his cloak, pants, shoes, and undergarments, standing stark naked under the beast.

Inexplicably, he found himself rapidly gaining an erection. With Arxagon looking on, pleased with his mind control, the human's resistance faded as John's body automatically inserted the human shaft into the cum-slit of the beast's larger cock. Making the human rapidly accelerate to thrusting into his well-lubricated smooth, rubbery shaft, pounding against its tip, Arxagon shivered slightly at the pleasure, naturally wanting more.

John moaned as he felt the liquid rubber secretions from the beast's pre-cum almost instantly shoot through his blood stream, his entire nervous system reverberating with numbing tingles. Suddenly finding himself paralyzed (in the same way as the druids before him had been paralyzed), he was unable to continue bucking into the beast's shaft. Effectively frozen despite Arxagon's mind control beckoning him onwards, the human instantly felt the need for release build in his groins. Heat built up in his churning balls...

Slowly, the heat spread outwards, bringing the same desperation to the rest of his body. Burning tingles spread to his pelvis, belly, down to his legs, up to his chest, and out to his arms and head. Visible black rubber quickly followed, soon encasing his entire body. Still, he couldn't move to satisfy his burning, pressing needs, and soon found himself utterly helpless, unable to even act on Arxagon's control of his mind.

Pulling back, Arxagon pulled his shaft away from the human's, leaving him standing there as still as a statue for a moment. Then, walking forward a few feet, the rubber beast lifted a hind leg to get a better angle, and lightly touched the tip of his cock against the human's head. A smear of pre-cum covered his face as the cum-slit rubbed against his head. Grinding lightly, teasingly a few times, the beast took pleasure in listening to the mental moans of the human as his body's now hypersensitive skin of his face was rubbed so gently against that massive cock.

Pressing forwards slightly, a quiet 'shlurp' sound followed as the tight latex of the urethra was stretched open by the top of the human's head. Gyrating and rolling with his hips, Arxagon forced his shaft completely onto the paralyzed druid's head, down to the neck. Pressing down a little bit further, he met the human's shoulders with a bit of resistance. "Mmmf"ing a bit, the latex monster pushed harder, his urethra squeaking loudly as it stretched to accommodate the wider object. The hapless, drugged, rubber-encased John moaned silently as he felt himself being pushed further inside the dark confines of the shaft.

Arxagon rolled onto his side, purring loudly as his cock began to take over, making more 'shlurp' sounds as it began to pull the druid inwards. The undulating urethral walls worked in waves, tugging on chest, shoulder, and face, working its way down to the belly, squeezing tightly on each in turn. A suction pulled tightly inwards, assisting the movement. The beast's internal liquids sloshed quietly inside as they worked over the human's body length, now managing to get the beast's cock tip down to the human's hips.

The human's mind screamed with the need for release as the god's magical secretions toyed with his body and mind. Completely paralyzed and unable to grind or thrust or relieve the pressure in his groins, he was captive to the undulating pressure of the cock pulling him ever more inside. The slick rubber slid all over his body, the secreted lubricant gliding perfectly. The sensations were disorienting as his entire world felt like it had a pulse, even his head felt like it pounded with pangs of pleasure with each squeeze of the shaft around him. As his legs and feet drew inside the massive shaft, electric tingles reverberated throughout him, and his body grew so hot he felt the need to sweat as the pleasure mounted. Only seconds, though seemingly an eternity, later, a fiery orgasm rushed through him as his body dissolved at once, becoming more of the god's collective insides, his consciousness lost forever. The liquid that was once his body flowed the rest of the way up Arxagon's rubber shaft into the meter-wide balls, distending them and loading them down even more heavily.

Purring and roaring, Arxagon felt his cock tingle as the human was absorbed, and moaned as the now liquid latex was pulled into his balls, making them feel even more full and giving him even more of a need to pleasure himself. As the body absorbed into him, he again felt himself becoming more powerful, gaining mass slightly, his size becoming even more daunting.

The magical blue barrier creating the safe area for the druids seemed to be deteriorating, he noticed. The evil blackness outside was still swarming wildly, no doubt causing a hell for those outside of the protected area. Though, for the remaining druids present here, the hell outside compared nothing to that within, and the beast-god rejoiced in his power.

The god's life-pulse beckoned him on to more stimulation, like the feeling of getting pounded in the tailhole, only all throughout his body, constantly and permanently. If he could feel this way, with each step towards taking over the world...he could have limitless power, yes, but unimaginable pleasure! He wanted both, and without delay, he stood up onto all four limbs again to find his next victim. There would be no rest for him in this foray! Turning his head-cock to find the remaining druids, his mouth-slit (and all his other cum-slits of course!) still constantly leaking its juices ominously, he found the group was huddled once again on the far side of the circle of monoliths. Grinning, he mentally willed their clothes gone, making all of their druidic garb, clothes, undergarments, and shoes dissolve into thin air.

Without delay, he instantly leapt the distance separating him from the remaining ten druids in a single bound, landing on top of and pinning a druid. The rest tried to run away, though several could not react fast enough. Two escaping to the right were bowled over with the monster's long tail-cock. Another was knocked down by the beast's forepaw, and the beast used the long tentacles on his back to grab a couple more. With six druids in his grasp, he thought deviously, he should be in for some serious fun!

Though the first human trapped directly under his body was almost instantly absorbed due to the heavy direct weight and the flexible latex skin closing around him, Arxagon wasted no time with the second human, one of the two druids it had knocked over with its tail. He wrapped his tail-cock around the human like a constrictor snake crushes its meal. Positioning the human right above his tailhole, head facing down, he then released the human. The human's head was pushed into the tailhole by his own weight as he fell, though nothing else went in immediately. Pressing back against the beast's ass with his hands, he tried to free his head, but the grip of the tailhole was tighter than a vice, rendering the human helpless as he was slowly pulled inside.

Rapidly swinging his tail back to the other human the tail had knocked over, he positioned the cum-slit of his tail-cock over the third druid. Slipping the tip over the third human's right arm, he wiggled the arm deep into his tight, slick urethra, up to the elbow and locking the human in place, again pulling him inside slowly.

The fourth human, which had been knocked over by the massive forepaw, suddenly found himself trapped by the forepaw's four 8-inch-long tentacles. Though not long enough to wrap around his body completely, they were incredibly strong. Two wrapped around each of his upper legs, while two waved in the air ominously. The forepaw forced him into a sitting position where he soon found himself paralyzed, the forepaw-tentacles also keeping him firmly locked in place. Another tentacle found its way to his rear entrance and pressed its way in, with the last tentacle following into his ass. The center of the forepaw, which was leaking pre like every other orifice on the beast, dripped hot, sticky beads of liquid latex onto the human's exposed member. The incredibly tight hole pressed itself onto the glans, squeezing it tighter than anything the human had felt before, making it feel like it was almost going to be crushed.

Though, the human was quickly overwhelmed with hypersensitivity as the secretions wracked his body. The uncomfortable tightness quickly turned to excruciating pleasure as the pressure on his member drove him mad. The beast's forepaw pushed its hole further down onto his shaft, slowly, going all the way down to the base. Its insides undulated tightly, and suction quickly formed, pulling tighter and tighter on the exposed human cock. The hole expanded, pulling his ballsac inside, tugging on it tightly and massaging it.

The finger-tentacles angled his legs upward, making his bottom exposed. The tentacles in his butt withdrew, now wrapping around his hips. The four tentacles pulled on him as the tight hole grew. The tight latex stretched impossibly far, growing to cover the entire butt, and began sucking the druid inside, whole. With the tentacles assisting, pulling on the human's arms, it was only a few moments before the entire druid was inside the beast, and his body and consciousness rapidly dissolved just as the druids before him.

The fifth and sixth druids the beast caught, using the many tentacles waving from his back, were still held captive high in the air. Now turning his attention there, Arxagon impaled one with an especially thick tentacle, plowing several feet of it into the poor druid's ass. His belly bulging egregiously as he was stuffed, he shouted a moan as the chemicals shot through his body almost instantly. His dick hardened immediately, throbbing wildly while he became unable to resist as his muscles shut down. Another tentacle tied around his shaft while yet another tentacle crammed into his mouth. Several more tied around his arms and legs, spreading the rubber slime all over his body.

His skin went afire with need, his nerves pounding with desire. Each tentacle moving back and forth slightly over his skin, his entire body was massaged and kneaded tightly. The druid moaned again, as he felt his body filled with need of release stronger than he had ever felt. Gagging slightly as one tentacle wrapped around his throat, he was at first alarmed but then moaned again as the tentacle simply rubbed back and forth there.

The tentacle in his ass plowed even deeper, and seemed to be inflating itself with liquid as well, distending his belly even more. Tentacles around his legs brought his legs together, and tentacles around his arms brought them to his sides. Several more wrapped around his body, squeezing him firmly. They began stroking upwards towards his chest, then downwards again, towards his legs. Up again, and down, gripping tightly but sliding effortlessly now that his body was covered in the shiny latex slime.

The tentacles around his legs squeezed tighter and tighter, almost crushing them together. Half alarmed but too mind-washed to completely care, he tried looking downwards out of curiosity to see what was happening to his legs. Of course he couldn't look down due to being paralyzed; then again, he thought, his neck was feeling stiff anyway, so perhaps he shouldn't strain it. The front of his neck felt even more sensitive, with the feeling of sensitivity spreading down his chest and his belly.

Though he couldn't see it, his legs were actually molding together, and his arms were blending in with the sides of his body. His own penis had begun receding into his belly. His neck, which was feeling stiff, was thickening! His vision became limited as his head was held back, the thickening neck keeping it in the same position. His belly's bulge, already fat from the thick tentacle deep inside, spread upwards, and his torso started becoming more barrel-shaped. The human gagged again, tasting some salty saliva coming up. His body and throat throbbing, and now his head feeling like it was throbbing, his entire body shook with pleasure.

The tentacle up his ass began thrusting wildly, though since it was so deep in him, he was actually moving with the tentacle. Instead, the other, smaller tentacles that had wrapped around him stood still while he was thrusted back and forth through their grip. Drooling more saliva and gagging again, the human lost his vision as his mouth pushed outwards. His head, continually throbbing, took on an ever more rounded appearance as his mouth shrunk into a sort of slit. His skin melded with the beast's shiny latex-rubber skin, turning to black rubber itself, as his body thinned out into yet another cock for the beast-god! Instantly, his mind was completely overwhelmed as his entire body was flooded with firey orgasm, and his consciousness was extinguished at once. Arxagon moaned as he felt the new appendage take shape as it spewed pre, though despite the human's last orgasm, no cum shot forth.

Looking on to the terrifying transformation of his fellow druid into yet another tool for the beast, the sixth druid gulped as he knew the same fate was going to befell him. He resisted slightly, but the rubber secretions seemed to be acting even faster and rendered him motionless almost immediately as hypersensitivity overtook his body.

A massive tentacle on the beast's back shot into his ass (exactly opposite to where the other druid had been transformed, near the monster's "shoulder"), thickening rapidly and filling his midsection. He couldn't help but elicit a loud, slutty moan as his brain was taken over by mind-numbing chemicals, rendering him even more helpless. Tentacles wrapped around his body, trapping his legs and arms together, crushing and molding them into part of another shaft. In only a few minutes, he, too, became yet another long cock-like tentacle.

Rather pleased with himself now, Arxagon rejoiced as once again his body grew larger and yet even more powerful. Now possessing a pair of new massive cock-tentacles waving on his back (in addition to all the normal tentacles on his back), he looked back over himself and grinned.

Turning back to the remaining four druids with a laugh, he spoke with his booming mental voice into their heads:

"Humans! As you have seen, I am all-powerful, and you are powerless. However, I will extend to you an offer. I am in need of a few loyal...servants. I will...spare those of you who choose to utterly submit to my every whim. He will lose his manhood, his grace, his worth, and his free will, but he will survive. Whom of you will accept?"

Not even a second later, a frightened, lithe figure named Ben Hastings stepped forward. "I...I will," he said, and was quickly followed by another shaking figure, Charles Dubchek: "I will too." The two other remaining druids stood silently, apparently scared stiff.

"Then it is so. You will be my slaves. The rest of you will meet the same fate of those before you. Come closer, slaves."

Ben and Charles walked towards the intimidating, 20-something foot tall mass of shiny, black living rubber. "Yes...sir..."

"You will no longer be known as Ben or Charles. You are now...Slave, and Slave only. Is this understood?"

Charles looked up with a startled expression: "How did you know my n-"

"SILENCE! You will ask no questions. You will know only two phrases, 'yes sir', and 'no sir'. You are to speak only when spoken to. If told to something, you will say 'yes sir', and do it without hesitation. Only if I ask you a question will you be able to say 'no sir'. IS THIS UNDERSTOOD, SLAVE?"

"...yes sir," he said, his eyes petrified and his face revealing a sick stomach.

"Good. Now, the both of you will wait over there while I finish matters here."

"Yes sir," they answered in unison.

Arxagon waited as his slaves walked over to a stone pillar so they were out of his way. Turning his gaze to the remaining two druids, they shook themselves out of fear-induced petrification and darted in opposite directions. One sprinted to the opposite side of the stone formation, while the other ran down the stairs leading into the underground altar area. Quite easily, however, the god lashed his back's tentacles outwards, extending them many times their normal length. Capturing both, he fished them back towards himself, chuckling at their pathetic escape attempts. Flipping onto his back, he transferred the one to his forepaws, bringing his head's cum-slit to the human. Using his tentacles, he positioned the other at his tailhole, and slowly pressed both humans into his cum-slit and tailhole entrance by a few inches.

Bending down, Arxagon crammed his mouth-slit around the human, gulping in a seamless motion down to his waist. Now tilting his head back, he rapidly swallowed the human whole. The human kicked and screamed as he easily slid down the god's throat, plunging down and down deep inside.

The tight, warm insides were perfectly dark, with no light for him to see by. As he slid deeper, the slime began to work on his body as Arxagon's liquid insides pressed against his body. The throat seemed to open into a pouch of sorts; perhaps some sort of stomach. Trapped there, the throat closed up, as did the stomach's exit. With no way out and no light to see by, he lost track of time as seconds turned into what felt like hours.

The thick rubber body isolated most of the sounds from outside. With utter silence other than the occasional squeak of his body against the latex lining of the stomach, all he perceived was the smell. The smell of rubber, flooding his nostrils. The aroma overwhelmed him, the scent of the wondrous polymers making him light-headed.

His skin accommodated a slight tingle as what felt like rubber slime was seeping into his skin, getting tighter and tighter. Sounds of squeaking became louder as his skin was transformed into latex, rubbing against the latex stomach lining. A silent need crept through him. Imperceptible at first, it infiltrated his mind as his body was molded to the god's will. Thoughts of sex filled his mind. He silently moaned as the need grew more intense, and tried to hump at the walls surrounding him. Nevertheless, as with those before him, the chemicals invading his body prevented any movement, rendering him hapless.

The walls around him squeezed against him more tightly, seeming to surround each of his limbs. Gripping each like a vice, heat quickly built up in his body as he felt the rubber lining seeming to yield, letting his hands and feet penetrate into the living liquid contained within the rubber membrane. The process rapidly accelerated, his entire body being pulled into the liquid interior as if he were being digested. The heat in his limbs turned to fire throughout his body as a sudden, mind-numbing climax overtook him, absorbing his life energy and extinguishing his consciousness.

The other attempted escapee, still held by tentacles right at the entrance of the beast's tailhole, still struggled weakly, though his mind had by now been enfeebled as well. He had only seen his druid friend eaten alive a few minutes ago and could have only guessed at what happened inside. Powerless, and knowing this was his end, he still struggled best he could out of instinct.

The same instinct, though, was changing...those damned chemical secreations, he realized, were changing his mind. He was the only druid willing to fight left, the only druid that still had any chance of saving the world! Ben and Charles...those traitors! The last vestiges of hope lay with him, and yet...

He moaned as the chemicals' full effects took hold; unreal horniness took over his body as every inch of his skin reverberated with sensitivity to the slightest breeze. "So this...is...what it feels...like..." he feebly said, as he struggled to reach down with a hand to stroke himself off. The tentacles held him fast, however, gripping his entire body firmly, upside-down with his arms at his sides and his legs held together above his head, with his head still barely touching the beast's tailhole entrance.

His entire body became stiff, first with the expected paralysis, but then he realized his neck felt especially weird. And he couldn't place it, but it felt like his arms and the sides of his torso felt the same, as if they had somehow blended together. He was unable to look down at himself as his legs began feeling the same way.

A wave of tingles shot up his spine right then, as general euphoria overtook him. He didn't even notice as his shaft withdrew into his body, his ballsac disappearing, becoming simply a flat part on his body. His neck lengthened as his head rounded out. His eyes were forced closed inexplicably, and his vision disappeared, as his head turned into the glans of something with the appearance of a cock. His spine felt like it was lengthening, while his body took on an ever more tube-shaped length approaching 2 meters. His legs spread outwards into faux balls, forming a sort of base to his body's shaft.

A gargling sound escaped his mouth as his lungs and the rest of his organs were replaced with simple polymers. The material spread outwards from his core, penetrating through his flesh and replacing his skin with the supple substance.

Tentacles slipped the thick shaft deep into the beast's tailhole, eliciting a moan from him as he pleasured himself with the former human. A fitting fate, he thought, for the last druid standing in his way. Pulling the dildo partly outwards, teasing himself, he rammed it deep into himself again, making a loud squeak as his rubber tailhole slid over the shaft, and eliciting another loud psychic moan. After a few more thrusts, he withdrew the dildo and set it standing straight up, the toy cock flopping back and forth before coming to a rest.

Climbing onto all-fours again, he knew it was time to finish the job here. "Slaves, I am now ready. Walk to me." "Yes sir," they said, still sick to their stomachs especially having seen the transformation of their friend into a 2-meter, floppy dildo, not even having been absorbed into the beast (which almost certainly seemed better to them). What they had witnessed so far completely exceeded and defied imagination, so at this point their exhausted minds refused to imagine what fate might befell them in particular as slaves to this crazed latex sex beast.

Ben and Charles, or the Slaves, rather, walked to Arxagon from where they were standing out of the way. Smiling with his mouth-slit, he addressed them: "It is now time for me to use you for pleasure. In these past hours that I have absorbed the other druids, I have up to now been too busy to let myself climax, so you can understand that I have...a distinct need that needs to be met. You two will be my relief, and in relieving me, your bodies will be melded to my will. Still, you will remain alive, and serve me loyally while I assert control over the remainder of this planet."

"To be my loyal servants, though your minds will be under my control, you must in your hearts be willing to serve, if for no other reason, for self-preservation. Still, if you would rather not serve and simply cease to exist rather than serve me, then now is the time to say that."

"Slaves, I can tell by looking through your minds that you will willingly serve me. I want to hear it, though. Tell me, will the both of you heed my every order, satisfy every need, and be by my side as I, the god Arxagon, become the ruling god of this earth?"

Looking to each other, then directly up into the beast's cum-slit, each sighed in turn before saying "Yes sir". "Some value freedom, while some value life. I am glad that you two value life. In return for your loyalty, the both of you will share in a small fraction of my power and glory. And now, we will begin. Bend over."

The slave once known as Ben blushed heavily and got on his hands and knees, exposing his butt to the beast. The other slave, formerly Charles, did the same. Since Arxagon had earlier dissolved their clothes through psychic will, the both of them were nude, their bits hanging between their legs. Suddenly, the beast-god lifted Ben up with a paw and set him facing one of the several stone pillars in the circle, while he lifted Charles and set him behind Ben by about 20 feet, such that they were both in line facing the same direction. Climbing over both, he nuzzled at Ben's crack, the glans of his massive head-cock almost 3 feet across. Ben gulped, sensing what was in store.

Meanwhile, Charles practically yelped as the beast flopped his cock across his back. That thing was at least twice as big as his entire body; Jesus! If it was big enough to swallow someone whole, then...he sensed it was coming, but HOW could it fit inside him?! Arxagon grinned as he sensed the humans' nervousness skyrocketing. Still, his needs for climax beckoned him on. Every fiber of his being throbbed with the need of release, so he should oblige!

Pulling back with his hips, he slid his shaft backwards across the human's back, rubbing between his butt cheeks. Bringing the 2 or 3-something-foot tip in line with the human's ass, the glans was so large that the shaft's underside rested on the ground while the top was in line with the kneeling human's back. It was almost too big for Charles to hug, practically, if he were so inclined to do so! Suddenly, he felt grinding as the beast above him pressed lightly with his hips, making the enormous shaft behind him press against his backside. Precum from the shaft drooled out steadily from the horny beast, pooling around the human's knees and smearing all over his legs and butt.

The slave once known as Ben was in a similar situation, kneeling on the ground, but was trapped against the stone pillar in front of him; he could only support himself with his hands and head resting against the wall as the glans of the beast's head continued to nuzzle at his rump. Pre dripped out from the god's mouth-slit, wetting his legs and butt cheeks, feeling cool yet oddly warm to the touch. More was smeared over his back and arms as the grinding continued, and some got onto his head. He soon found himself dripping with the beast's pre, and found it rather...erotic, come to think of it. His own cock, previously simply dangling between his legs, had stiffened to its full length, he noticed. Yet, he didn't feel drugged, or paralyzed, as those before him had been. He wondered...did he honestly...enjoy this? Maybe he truly wanted this to happen the entire time...maybe this wouldn't be so bad afterall!

Charles found himself looking forwards, staring in fascination at the fellow human being absolutely coated in the semi-clear, super-viscous precum. Not long after, he felt the rubbery shaft behind him slide easily up his back again, and back down, leaving a trail of pre slowly trailing down his head and arms, eventually covering him as well. He moaned, and licked to taste some of the substance that had gathered around his mouth. Its obvious synthetic, latexy taste was backed with sweetness and a slight hint of saltiness...eagerly, he licked at the pre again, wanting even more. Unlike Ben he didn't realize the absence of being paralyzed; he simply, eagerly wanted to taste more of that pre-cum; in fact, he wanted it all! That massive, imposing cock behind him looked a lot more inviting now...

Ben reached down with his hand, grasping his erection gently. The pre-cum/latexy goo surrounding it made it astoundingly slippery, and he easily slipped his hand back and forth over its length, eliciting a moan from his own mouth. Some pre dripped into his mouth, and upon tasting it, he moaned at the pleasant rubbery sweet taste in the same fashion as the other slave. Something felt tighter, though, or...wetter? He looked at his free arm (continuing to stroke himself with his other hand), and noticed that it had lost some color, and...had some of the pre evaporated off already? No...he noticed that the goo had tightened against his skin! His very own skin had become shiny, looking almost wet in appearance. And yet his skin was losing color, and he felt his body becoming tighter, and lighter, somehow, too!

Charles, still occupied with the deliciously rubbery sweet pre-cum, didn't notice the goo absorbing into him, only instead hearing the sounds of latex stretching as the goo tightened against his skin, not even heeding the sounds much attention. He too, though, felt himself losing mass, somehow... Breaking away from swallowing ever more of the endless pre-cum for a second, he looked forwards to Ben again, and idly looked at the stone pillar directly in front of Ben.

The thought barely registered that Ben's body had taken on some sort of transparency, or that wings and a tail were beginning to sprout from his back, or that he himself might also have become partially transparent! Still, he wanted more, and found himself waving his butt from side to side, almost eagerly anticipating now when Arxagon would penetrate him.

Ben began stroking himself off even more aggressively now, pleasantly also listening to the squeaks of his hand deftly massaging his cock in all the right ways. Looking down, he was half-surprised to see that hand and even his cock had developed a similar shininess to his arm; actually, his entire body now had that shine as if he were made of rubber. But also, he was able to see through himself to the ground! Feeling a little light-headed and dizzy, he shifted his focus to one thing: he wanted to be filled, to practically be split open by his master!

Smiling to himself, the beast-god sensed that things were ready. His slaves not only accepted his control, but now actively wanted his pleasure! Gently, he reached out with a forepaw and held the slave once known as Ben down, and gently guided his head-cock to press between the slave's butt-cheeks. Pressing firmly, but steadily and gently, he guided his 3-foot-wide glans into the former human's rear entrance, the clear rubbery material comprising his body yielding easily while still maintaining an incredibly tight hole. Loud squeaks permeated the air as the tight hole gripped the head-shaft as it pressed in further. The former Ben, now simply Slave, moaned as his body was stretched impossibly wide by the massive girth of the beast's head-cock. His entire body gave way, feeling like it was simply filled...with air! His anal walls stretched like the latex they were, opening impossibly far, but still clenching like a vice on Arxagon's black rubber shaft.

The other Slave, formerly Charles, wiggled his butt one final time before he suddenly found himself gripped and steadied in place by the sex beast's tentacles. He eeped in anticipation as the shaft behind him pressed against his rear and entered. Shuddering and moaning, almost yelling with pleasure, his insides yielded painlessly to the intrusion, sending only shivers of pleasure throughout his body. The shaft slipped inwards deeper and deeper, spreading his airy insides like they were truly nothing but air. He felt himself top out, as the shaft easily penetrated all the way through his body to his head. Opening his mouth, he let the cock continue on, letting himself be literally completely skewered as he was lowered down the full length of that cock, guided by the tentacles. Being pulled back up, he shuddered, the pleasure rendering him unable to do anything but let his body be used for the pleasuring of his master.

All the way up at the shaft's glans again, the former Charles closed his mouth, wanting to try something else. The tentacles pulled at his legs again, but with his mouth closed around the beast's glans, his actual body stretched out, tightening around the entire, full length of the 15-foot cock. Arxagon moaned loudly at the pleasure; the tight rubbery insides pleasuring his cock like nothing before. "Yeah...mmf...Slave, keep doing that!"

Obligingly, Slave kept his mouth closed as his entire body was thrust into by his master. Though slowly at first, Arxagon began building momentum, thrusting harder and harder into his own living dragon-shaped blow-up toy as it stretched over and tightly massaged his entire length. Similarly, the Slave that was once Ben began doing the same, letting himself be used as a simple dragon-shaped blow-up toy, sliding up and down the entire shaft of the head-cock and neck. Arxagon, thrusting faster and faster into both, grunted louder and louder, by necessity keeping both Slaves held down so that they wouldn't get pushed around by his powerful thrusts. Pounding after pounding, Arxagon felt that familiar tingle creeping through his body. Granted, he always had that feeling of sheer horniness and constant arousal, but this...this was ever more incredible!

Groaning louder, pounding his slaves mercilessly (not that they minded!), he pulled both of them up and down over his shafts like the blow-up toys they were, the rubber-on-rubber contact made even more perfectly slippery by his precum and constant secretions. His pleasure climbing even more, his mind went blank with any thoughts but the tight holes in front of him.

He quickly rolled onto his back, easily picking up the airy toys and sliding them rapidly over his cock and head-shaft. The pleasure made him want to scream! Thrashing around, he felt pressure doubling in his groins, and yet more of his body tingled, demanding attention! He brought his tail-cock to his tailhole, and inserted it deep into his being. Foot after foot, he filled his cavity with his own tail as he continued fucking his slaves wildly. The pressure in his groins easily tripled now at all the immense pleasure; still, nothing came out! God, damn! Everything, from his actual cock, to his tail, to even his tentacles that were waving behind his back, was begging to cum! He took the two new tentacle-cocks from his back and stuffed them into his tailhole now, stretching the rubber entrance triply wide, inserting them literally meters within his own body. The pleasure quadrupled!

Now practically feeling like he was about to burst, he, a god, was a slave of his own instinct and sexual drive! Everything around him, the air, ground, even the ethereal plane, suddenly became a hot sauna, and the ground beneath him began to quake. All the energy he had gained from absorbing all the previous druids swirled around his body, and he felt himself growing in size again; his cock increasing in size to upwards of 20 feet; his balls swelled to well over 2 meters in diameter each; his overall body length becoming well over 80 feet from head-cock to tail-cock. Everything on him thickened and grew more powerful. His living blow-up toys seemed to enlarge, too, with the sound of air inflating them. They swelled to over twice their original sizes, providing even more tight, fuckable tailhole for him.

Everything enlarging amplified the pleasure at least 10-fold! A slight blue glow emanated from his body, signaling the god was getting very, very close to actual climax. He could read his toys's minds, too; they, too, were simply begging to cum! "Nnnng...Not long my slaves!"

His thrusts grew desperate; feeling like he was close to actually cumming! Squirming from side to side, he still somehow was able to thrust deep into his own tailhole with his tail and back-tentacles, and also thrust into his slave's tailholes. Wanting to have them cum as well, he gripped their shafts with a couple of his smaller tentacles and pawed them off rapidly as his own climax approached the very edge; the feeling imminent he was about to burst.

Dust, stones, and rocks swirled through the air as the beast's power once again grew to infinite levels as with the first time it had experienced climax. Space condensed, and time literally stopped. The life-pulse of his body became a repeated earthquake, shaking the very rock and earth for miles around.

...At last! Black, liquid latex cum absolutely exploded out of all of his shafts at once. Cum shot out of his mouth-slit into his slave's body, filling the toy slave with his cum and making him distend visibly. More cum flooded out of his "main" cock into his other slave, filling him egregiously as well. Meanwhile, his tailcock and tentacles pulsed and pounded in time, shooting load after load of cum into his own ass. Roaring, the pent-up beast shot streams of its black ooze cum from all over, coating the ground and himself with his seed, not to mention flooding the insides of his blow-up toys!

At the same time, the Slaves (not so much as 5 seconds apart) felt their very life-force explode in climax, their entire bodies shaking and convulsing with each pulse of cumming, and yet, nothing but a bit of air came out. Instead, as the beast continued to cum into them, their bodies expanded further and further, the cum somehow evaporating and filling them even fuller with air, making them poof outwards into even larger, rounded-out shapes.

Suddenly, the blue protective barrier isolating the stone circle and altar from the outside world dissipated. The black spirits circulating outside disappeared as well, leaving the sky visible once more. At this time, it should be well past sunrise; the light of the sun should be beaming upon the earth. Yet, the sky was simply a dark blue, and an odd ambiance provided a bit of light without casting discrete shadows. Absolute silence permeated the forest; not even wind rustled the trees.

Removing his slaves from his head-cock and main shaft, he set them down so they could walk with him. Together, with him and his pair of loyal servants, the world would be theirs...and his.