Competitive Spirits
A gift for Roger Carmack, a friend, in which he decides to armwrestle a goddess and makes a slight error of judgement.
"Yeah! Kirby for the win!" The voice belonged to Shenti, a dragongod of titanic proportions. She was a hermaphrodite and stood 24ft tall. Every inch of her was swollen with rippling muscles that bulged against each other. The slightest motions would cause rippling cascades of muscles to rise and fall like an unruly ocean. Right now, the eastern dragoness' frame was rolling as she chuckled, the motion causing her tits, each twice the size of her head, to jostle against her arms.
"That wasn'f fair! You cheated!" Exclaimed a second voice. This belonged to Roger Carmack, one of her best friends. The grey wolf was only 6'6 and was using her cock as a seat. Even straddling it as he was, he couldnt manage to bring his legs even halfway around the turgid length. He huffed and leant backwards, resting his head on one of Shenti's rippling abs. He reached up and squeezed the huge mammaries that rested above his head.
"When you lean forward, your knockers block my view!"
Shenti huffed, "I thought we agreed that made up for me having to use the controller?" She brought a hand the size of the wolf's torso down, where Roger could see a normal sized controller grasped delicately between two fingers.
"Yeah but that was before I knew you could use those noodles on your face to push the buttons. You cheat! Plus, come on, you just spammed air attack with Kirby." Roger said, grinning playfully. It wasnt enough to just play Smash, the shit talking was all fair game too.
Shenti mock growled, her voice rolling like thunder, "You wanna say that to my face?"
"Maybe I do!" The wolf said before he turned around and began scaling Shenti's chest, sliding his fingers between the ridges of her abs as he climbed, he knew all 24 of them by heart and grinned as he heard Shenti's breath catch as he wriggled up through her cleavage. Finally his head popped up, emerging from her cleavage and he barked.
"You cheat!" He wriggled up, paws scrabbling on the top side of those scaled tits before he hugged Shenti's head, licking her nose and then mock savaging a noodle between his teeth.
Shenti giggled, blushing before she kissed Roger, ears perking.
The controller fell away as Roger kissed back, toying with the idea of grabbing those tendrils and having the goddess blow him.
CRUNCH
"Aw shit," sighed the hulking dragoness as Roger padded over her tits to see.
"This is the second TV you broke with a hardon, we need to move the couch further back babe. I guess that means no rematch." The wolf tapped a paw on the pliable 'ground' beneath him before his tail started wagging. "Armwrestle?"
Shenti blinked, "You want to do what? Waf," she said, using his nickname, "My arms... hell, my bicep is wider than you are tall. And that's before I do this." She lifted her right arm and clenched her fist, before flexing slowly, allowing Roger to watch thick veins throb across the top of that massive peak as it rose up and up, quivering and grinding against her shoulders and forearms, the peak climbing higher than her fist, before the huge muscle creased, divided and grew even bigger.
Roger laughed, "Well yeah, of course I know you're a big girl, but I'm game. Unless you're afraid of losing?"
Shenti scowled at Roger, "I know what you're doing but fine. Let's do this."
Roger dashed outside, tongue lolling as he sprinted out the door, tail wagging like a propeller. He was followed shortly by Shenti, who squeezed herself outside, stretching as she lumbered after Roger. Her heavy balls jostled with each step, her taloned feet popping perfect imprints of her feet in the grass.
She lay down on her side and then rolled slightly, presenting her arm, using the ground to brace herself, no table existed that could support her weight.
Roger ran back, the waf grinning madly before he took her thick hand in his, standing up. The wolf was a powerfully built male, strong, with broad shoulders. Thick pectorals led down to eight tight abs, but even though Roger's physique was impressive for a mortal, it didnt hold a candle in the wind to Shenti. Her forearms were broader than he was.
But Roger had a unique condition, and he knew the dragoness loved to see him really struggle.
Roger gripped the dragoness' hand and tugged. He panted, feeling his muscles roll and rise, straining as he tried to shift that massive arm. Shenti made a show of yawning, but Roger could feel it happening as he struggled, digging his paws in. His arms began first, the thick forearms and biceps, triceps bulging, veins popping as they began to grow, squeezing into his pecs which had begun to inflate, he was growing, faster and faster as he strained his body.
"Too slow!" Yelled the dragoness as she slammed her fist down. Suddenly Roger found himself with his knees pressing into his chest, arms bent, but he still held himself up as he pushed back, using his back as he tried to lift the tons bearing down on him.
The effect on the wolf was near immediate as his body grew, swelling in strength and power as he strained, beads of sweat running down his fur. He could feel his thick arms bulging out, biceps bloating, triceps trembling, his forearms thickening... his arms had doubled in size and doubled again, splitting his T-shirt open at the sleeves with a sharp snap. His shoulders rippled as he grew, spreading wider. His back writhed, thick chords climbing up his back, as his back spread out like a relief map, filled with valleys and contours of growing, ever strengthening muscles. The remains of his T-shirt drew tight while his pecs inflated, rubbing against his triceps which themselves were swelling out, and tapping his chin.
His lats fanned out, like wings as he grew to 12ft, feeling the weight on him lessen as the scraps of what had once been a T-shirt burst off his body. His neck was supported by rising traps that craddled his neck, swallowing it up. His chest tightened, obliques writhing into place as he began to push upwards, lifting Shenti's soft scaled hand higher.
His speedo strained, thrumming before tearing open and allowing his expanding quads and hamstrings to flex, stretching larger as he supported his heavier and thicker body. Shenti was rumbling now, grinning as Roger slowly pushed her hand off him, faster before he locked his arms and extended them fully!
"Yes! Fuck!" Shouted the 20ft wolf as he grinned at the hulking dragoness, cockily switching to one hand as he made a show of pushing Shenti's fist back up to the neutral position with ease.
"Take that ya fat lizard!" Roger yelled, tail wagging before he stopped and eeped, tail curling slightly as he saw the way the dragoness glared at him. The wolf knew he shouldn't have used the L-word.
Shenti's eyes glowed for a second before she disappeared. The sky outside turned pure white.
"Oh bork me." Roger managed.
Shenti stretched herself out as she grew, hitting her true form within a matter of nanoseconds. The earth, the solar system, even the universe itself dwindled down to relative nothingness. Even quantum particles had a something to them, but to the dragoness who stretched out in the endless white scaled expanse that was herself, they may as well not exist. Tiny balls of light floated around her, superclusters of multiverses and macroverses, rhombic and cuboid shapes twisted and twirled, dimensions in and of themselves. Shenti's true name in any tongue was Creation.
Her true form was beyond any definition of scale. In all directions where one cared to look, this ultimaverse was defined only by her and her creations. There was only endless white scales that stretched to the infinite, perception and spacetime bending around her frame. Between every ridge of muscle and rippling strand of power that lined her frame was simply more of her.
She was all-encompassing in size. Her traps crammed together, high behind her like a mountain, her head sunk into a monstrous neck. Thick veins crawled and throbbed against her scales, their pumping warmth attracting all types of verses, her energy fending off entropic decay. Her shoulders were broad, and stretched out, so wide that her width approached a horizontal line, if a mortal were to observe her, being wholly unable to perceive the infinite in which she dwelled.
Down to biceps that creased, divided, swelled and grew. Her entire body was always growing, always swelling, unable to stop. Her musculature was forever expanding, forced to divide before swelling again. Her biceps were millions of subdivided titans that strained and struggled against each other for supremacy. Just relaxing as she did now, nuclear fires raged across her body, blinding explosions flickering into and out of being as her muscles ground together, sometimes birthing new verses as matter was crammed together until it reformed under the unforgiving pressure, and sometimes ending verses as they became trapped, crushed and ground down into a single particle before they detonated under the force, expelling light that simply glowed on her scales, her mass far too large to permit light to do anything but coil around her like ribbons, though no modesty was afforded to her.
In this form, she had four arms, each a monstrous rippling mass of muscle. Her torso sported huge pecs that pushed out ahead of her, shadowing her lower chest. Her primary, larger pecs hefted her largest pair of tits, while her lower, secondary pecs hefted likewise a smaller pair. Those heavy, full orbs were squeezed together, smooshed between her monstrous arms. Between her cleavage lay only purest darkness, where even light could not escape, nor matter, yet paradoxically, the goddess held herself in place with ease. Further down her chest lay her abs, four columns that descended, squeezed together into millions upon millions of ever shifting, every crunching bricks. They were flanked by her many lateral muscles and led down in a trail to her tapered waist, her obliques writhing like a nest of snakes as they grew and swelled, coiling around her waist.
Two cocks climbed up her frame, tickling the underside of her tits. Each as thick as her waist and huge, their tips drooling orbitting swirls of precum. The verses that gathered here were very different places, and those that drifted here by mistake could expect the inhabitants to be gripped by a madness of lust, yielding to feverish orgies and depraved behaviour that might end their worlds.
Her legs were similar to her arms, huge, multi-layered expanses that strained and bulged, and between them, four gigantic balls rested, obscuring her ever-wet snatch. Her legs strained with the chorded might that climbed them, forced into a wide stance by the roiling, heaving mass of her balls, each jostling orb reaching her ankles.
Shenti growled, the sound causing all motion to halt, as her attendant verses heard her ire, freezing like prey that had suddenly realised the predator that loomed around them. She reached up with one of her tendrils, the tufted tips curking to select one of her prized verses that she kept orbiting her horns. The eastern dragon examined the minuscule orb held in a single tuft of her tendril's tip.
Before WHAM, her four fists came together, glowing with force as her muscles rolled. Her entire form lit up as the sudden motion birthed and ended millions of verses caught where expanding muscles slammed together. But this was nothing compared to the force she crammed onto the single mote trapped between her hands. Fires raged over her clenched fists as she squeezed her palms together, turning a former verse into a compressed sphere before it detonated, light and heat tickling her.
Then, her hands were forced open as Roger emerged, no bigger than her palm, his head lost in the endless expanse of his own muscles, his body's ability to grow when strained had worked overtime to keep him safe and now he sat, eyes groggy as he creaked backwards with a whump and fell onto the eastern dragon's palm.
Roger felt his head spinning as the fabric of reality tore around him and mended just as quickly, as reality stretched and strained around the ever growing goddess that now dipped her head and growled at him, a subvocal sound that shook his entire, hypermuscular form like a ragdoll, unmaking and remaking him between one instance and the next.
He gave a weak sounding "waf" from his head, trapped between his bulging muscles before he stumbled upright, bunched his legs, and pounced, slamming into that huge maw and hugging tight. His tail wagged as he licked the single scale of the maw he clung onto, nuzzling the immense dragoness. The growling stopped, replaced by an amorous rumble as Shenti felt her temper fade. How could she be angry with such an adorable wolf? She kissed him, her prehensile tongue licking at the wolf, relenting.
"Sorry babe, I'll fix your verse in a bit."