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Ortha's eyes opened wide. The archaeologist had been wandering in a cave deep in the jungle, looking for relics of an ancient civilization long since gone. In this place, he had stumbled upon a door made of an unknown material to him, a sort of blue stone with black patches and that reflected purple light when shone upon. Lots of symbols were etched onto it, likely forming a complex language like none he had seen before. This was an exciting discovery for the large behemoth, who couldn't help but grin and swish his tail from side to side.

The explorer approached his hand to the stone to brush some of the dust that covered this invaluable relic, but as soon as he touched it, an intense purple flash blinded him. It felt like he was yanked into the void. Nausea hit him; he was falling, but he wasn't sure in which direction or dimension. This confusing vortex was brought to an end with him landing loudly on a stone pavement. The last thing he saw before fainting was the image of a giant city bustling with life, and a few puzzled creatures running to him while happily yelling something.

Hours later, the archaeologist awoke from his near-comatose state, still very confused so as to what happened. He noticed he had been moved to lie on his back; the first thing his eyes were laid upon was a stone roofing. The groggy explorer looked around, finding that he had been laid down on a sort of comfortable red carpet atop a set of stairs. An arc of candles had been lined up around where his head had been resting, and he finally noticed that he had been given a complete change of clothes. He was clad in nothing but ornaments; sorts of tinsels made of flowers and ribbons hung from each of his forward-pointing horns, a crown of flowers rested on his head, golden and silver bracelets around his forearms and calves, a ring with a beautiful orange gemstone on his right index, and another ring with an equally gorgeous yellow gemstone on his left ring finger. Other than these decorations, he was stark naked.

Too dumbfounded to even react, Ortha just sat there, eyes lost in the warm shine of the gemstones that had been put around his fingers. A feminine voice arose nearby, bringing him out of his trance. It was a language that he didn't recognize. The person who spoke to him looked like a mix between a fox and a wolf, but was neither of the two, and wore a robe and hat made from a gorgeous purple fabric. The stranger was kneeling, hands on her knees and head bowed down. Was she a member of the long since extinct species of folves? The large behemoth turned towards the woman, putting his footpaws on one of the steps leading down towards the individual. He wanted to speak to her, but he had no idea what language they spoke and didn't want to irritate them.

The person stood up and raised both hands towards Ortha, as if offering a hug. The archaeologist knew better than to interpret this gesture as such; for all he knew, it may have been a display of aggression. He awkwardly smiled at the individual and started looking around, his eyes eventually falling on pictures on the walls. The first of which depicted a scene involving a giant behemoth and dozens of smaller folves bowing down to them. Another showed the worshippers dancing on top of the behemoth's erections while others were hugging the behemoth's balls. Blushing, the explorer looked at another picture that showed a similar scene of folves trying to please a behemoth much larger than they were. And then, his eyes fell upon a gigantic statue that had been right behind him the whole time. The monumental statue was that of an anthropomorphic behemoth, was easily fifty feet tall, and featured enormous endowments fully exposed and fully hard. Upon closer inspection, Ortha noticed that the monumental sculpture was clad in the same kind of ornaments as he was and that he looked exactly identical to the sculpture. Same body hair, same nose ring, same chains tattoos, same horns, same trio of horsecocks with each three urethras and same bloated ballsack filled with quad orbs. The only thing where the statue and him differed was that Ortha's genitals weren't as excessively huge as the sculpture.

Was this a deity for them? Did they mistake him for their god?

The stranger stepped up the stairs and knelt in front of the behemoth, offering a small golden box.

Ortha opened the offering, finding a crystal sphere. During the fraction of a second where he stared into the artifact, he saw glimpses of the past, present and hundreds of potential futures. The temporary omniscience overwhelmed him, but at that moment, he understood everything he needed to. Their population was in decline because of the drought that started when their god had passed away after millennia of services. The woman in front of him was the high priestess of their civilization, and had waited fifty long years for the god's reincarnation to return to them. This building he was currently in was the burial site, and they brought Ortha here because they firmly believed that he was their previous god's successor.

The behemoth wasn't one to believe in reincarnation and this sort of spiritual stuff, but from what he had seen during his brief glimpse into time, the task seemed simple enough and quite enjoyable. He nodded to the folf, who teared up immediately. The woman stood up and spoke a single word: "Zarxian", a word they called the "word of adoration," that meant that she put her entire trust and faith in Ortha and acknowledged him as the reincarnation of their god. That was only the linguistic part of the word; it had a strong spiritual meaning. For highly magical species like folves, it was more than just a word; it was power. Especially more so when the word came from an individual with a faith as strong as the high priestess.

Ortha felt his body ache. Something he couldn't quite comprehend just yet was happening to him, the spiritual energy tied to the priestess' faith was seeping into him, granting him magical powers beyond even his own understanding. The large behemoth fell on his knees, panting and shivering. Every fibre of his body was tensing up. Every muscle, every cell, every atom of his being was assaulted by this spiritual power and was starting to process it. As a result, the explorer's body was growing. Fast. The behemoth was grunting, every inch of his body becoming more than just an inch. From within his sheath, his rather large equine cocks were peeking out. A quattuor of large and hefty balls were dropping lower and bloating bigger. Muscles were swelling, heaving up and never deflating back down. Some of the ornaments he was wearing snapped around his growing frame. All the bracelets and jewellery were intact, growing alongside him and still covering him in their beautiful shine.

The high priestess got out of her trance and, as if she was struck by divine inspiration, she leaped forward and immediately grabbed a behemoth ball in each hand while nuzzling against the large flared head of the middle penis. Ortha's face went red when he saw the fervor in his servant's worship, but he enjoyed the touch nonetheless. The small woman was very skilled, lapping the drops of pre forming at each of the three urethras and her fingers pressing on to the expanding cum factories of the behemoth. With so much cocks and urethras, precum was cascading all over her. Arousal kept on shooting up as Ortha was becoming bigger, and he felt his climax approach fast.

The high priestess let go of the behemoth's balls and wrapped one arm around each of the enormous horsecocks, while rocking her own body up and down so as to provide more stimulation for her god. Ortha huffed louder and louder, his cocks leaking a constant and ever-increasing flow of pre that dripped on the holy woman. The growth started slowing down, but he had already more than doubled in height, reaching just shy of 14 feet tall. The throbs going through his two-foot cocks were becoming stronger. Sensing this, the priestess let go of them and aimed the middle pillar down towards himself and wrapped his maw around the tip, while bracing herself for the incoming flood.

And then, Ortha came. The two cocks that weren't tended to were showering the monument, coating the stairs that led downwards. The blast of cum that erupted from his middle cock was immensely powerful, so much so that the servant was almost propelled backwards. She however held on, her cheeks bulging comically with each shot of seed. A lot of the flow was swallowed, but most of it splattered and spilled all around the folf's mouth. When the third blast was shot, the worshipper let go of the dick, but kept her head right in front of the blast zone. The fourth jet completely creamed her face, blasting her hat far away down the stone stairs of the monument. As soon as the shot weakened, the folf aimed the shaft down, rubbed her eyes and removed her robe, revealing her ample breasts and wet thighs. The next wave of behemoth semen coming from all three urethras splattered hard on the smaller woman's bosom and belly, completely drenching her. She even dared aim two of the horsecocks at herself for a couple of the shots, needing to hold her ground steadfast so as to not be propelled backwards.

A couple more folf-showering blasts later, the shots weakened, allowing the priestess to lap the throbbing flared head of the middle cock and drink the flow without having it overflow her mouth and throat. So much seed had been shot on the place that the stairs had become a dripping cascade. Ortha felt sorry for the woman, he was convinced that he had overdone it and was worried that he went too far. But the smile on the folf's face and the way she was rubbing his slightly inflated belly were telling.

Ortha stood up despite feeling spent, and glanced at his own body. He was huge, and at first didn't make the link between the devotion and his sudden growth spurt. But everything became clear. Just like his predecessor before him, he was _made_a god by these guys, who were granting him power to become one. Before he could think any more about his situation, the priestess poked the explorer on the knee and gestured for him to follow. Ortha complied, walking after the pious woman who was leaving puddles of cum with every step she took. When she reached the place where her hat had been blasted to, the priestess bent down, showing off and wiggling her butt to the behemoth. No matter how inviting this was, Ortha declined by taking one step back and looking away. The folf let her tail fall down from disappointment, then grabbed her hat, putting it on her head without paying any mind to the amount of seed it was drenched in.

The high priestess then guided Ortha outside. There was a bustling city seemingly built on two levels. A very high one upon which all the housing was, and a low one that spanned several dozens of feet long in width and stretched endlessly to the horizon. Scattered here and there in the jungle, three ziggurats were standing. Each of the pyramid-like structures was absolutely gigantic. One of them was designed differently from others, with only three huge levels on one of the faces instead of the hundreds of levels. While he was admiring the ancient city, a crowd started gathering around the priestess and the newly-made god. The still cum-drenched pious woman spoke to her brethren, patting her belly with a smug smirk.

The crowd was getting larger as more people noticed the commotion. At this point, the high priestess was almost yelling to make her voice heard to the assembly. Some of the people got closer to Ortha, the few of them that weren't immediately shooed away by the holy woman rubbed the behemoth's legs. The archaeologist swore he heard a few "zarxian" coming from the crowd, especially from those who were lucky enough to touch him. The power of their faith was granted to the behemoth, whose body was slightly tensing up while the energy was processed. As the speech continued, Ortha began growing again. It wasn't as fast as earlier, but it was definitely noticeable. The crowd's attention swiftly shifted from the cum-drenched folf to the behemoth; everyone preferred witnessing their god's ascension than listening to the rambling of the priestess.

Annoyed by the audience's switch of focus, the holy woman cut her speech short and spoke once more the word of adoration to invite others to speak it too. Many among the crowd followed suit, excitedly repeating the incantation, and all laid their eyes intently on the person they chose as their new deity. With that many people pledging their faith to him, the infusion of power was insanely strong. The rhythm of his growth accelerated so much that he was gaining close to an inch every second. Ooh's and aah's arose from the crowd as the behemoth's body was becoming larger. Even the high priestess was ogling at Ortha, excitedly rubbing her clit. The explorer felt blood rush into his groin once more, his endowments stirring back up to life. Blushing, he tried to not let arousal take over him, because he was worried about making an embarrassing display in front of so many people.

But just as he had grown to twenty feet tall, Ortha noticed that most of the people in the crowd were actually very into it. Several of the folves were even cheering for him while pleasuring themselves. He noticed that the priestess was gesturing to grab his attention. Having no idea what he should be doing, the explorer decided to follow the pious woman. Now that he was close to five times his original height, the behemoth only needed to walk slowly while the holy lady was trotting fast. Most of the crowd was walking - or rather, trotting - right behind him. By this point, every passerby that they met in the gigantic street spoke the word of adoration towards him, infusing him with more power and allowing him to keep the same rhythm of growth as before. By the time he had taken three steps, he was already reaching 25 feet tall, and his cocks had risen from his sheath again, drawing many excited glares from the folves. Since there were many people joining in the procession and speaking the word of adoration, his growth kept at a steady pace.

Ortha started panting, the rush of godly power into his body was making him so horny that even with the slow pace of walking, he was having trouble going straight. 35 feet already, and his half-hard horsecocks were leaking many large pearls of pre from all nine urethras. Several folves were lost in the procession to every puddle of pre that splashed down; some fell on their knees and lapped the god's salty nectar, abandoning the rest of the cortege that walked through the gigantic street.

As more and more people were joining, Ortha's growth started accelerating. The bigger he got, the more people could see him slowly rising above the housings. The louder his procession became, the more people heard it and came to investigate. These were the two main reasons why the crowd was ever increasing with more and more followers. The explorer was glad that the folves below him were slow, because each of his steps made his expanding quad balls bounce against each other and against his thighs, provoking a rush of stimulation that was hard to fight against.

The behemoth soon reached 45 feet in height. His now full erections were all bobbing back and forth, their flared head bumping against the top of his belly, shooting plenty of pre. Each cock had enormously lengthened since he had been brought here, growing faster than he was; though the biggest change was in width. If he had tried to wrap his hands around even one of his massive horsecocks, he would barely manage to cover the whole girth. Such thoughts were making him hornier by the second so he tried to avoid them, but even without them he could feel his balls get heavier from the load they were producing.

As Ortha passed the 55 feet mark, he could no longer handle it. Careful to not squish any of the folves below, he fell on his knees, huffing loudly. The citizens took this as an invitation and gathered all around him, most going to the massive ballsack and trying to press themselves into it, and some others climbing over his legs. Scared to hurt them - he was ten times their height - Ortha didn't dare move and instead just let the smaller people crawl all over his legs. Hundreds of small hands were rubbing his calves, thighs, tail and quad balls. As the hands kept on reaching higher places, he could feel a pair of them against the base of his cocks. His shafts were throbbing, bobbing back and forth hard, still reaching ever so slightly higher against his pectorals as time passed.

Seeing so many people so eager to worship him made him think for a moment. This was exactly what the folves wanted. So, he gave in to their common desire. He got himself on all fours, and let gravity bring all three of his cocks down against the ground of the street. Immediately, the crowd shifted from around his legs and balls to solely around his junk. The behemoth's shafts were easily six feet wide each by this point, thicker than the worshippers were tall. Even with so much behemoth meat spread out against the ground, there were a few among the crowd who didn't get the chance to be on a front row seat. So, they started fucking or sucking each other in the street, eagerly awaiting for their deity to grow enough to have enough room for them to join the worship. The lucky ones that had found a place around their god's genitals were all over it. Some were climbing on the shafts to sit on them, rubbing themselves against them, humping against them, using the pre-leaking slits as a makeshift hole for a fucking, on of them even dared shoving his head whole inside, ending up with more than a mouthfull of pre that rapidly filled his belly.

The pressure kept on building up in Ortha's quad balls as dozens of his new followers were worshiping the orbs. His growth had significantly slowed down - he was easily 75 feet tall now - and as such, the arousal coming from the infusion of power had faded. But with so many followers worshipping him, his pleasure was skyrocketing and he found himself gripping hard on the soil with his hands, huffing loudly.

A deep and powerful roar echoed in the ancient city. The newly appointed deity let out a roar that resonated far and wide. Each of the trinity of equine cocks erupted with cum, shooting the sticky white fluid hundreds of feet in front of him on the street that stretched endlessly on the horizon. Balls rumbled hard, working overtime to provide more jizz for each of the nine urethras. Many worshippers let go of their god's junk to instead get in front of the blast zone. Shot after shot was fired, blasting against the bodies of the lucky followers who were right in the shot's trajectories. Trails of cum were formed in front of Ortha in three directions. One for each of his massive cock: one in front, one to the front-left, and the last to the front-right. The spraying cum was quickly coating the whole area in the deity's potent seed. Cries of joy echoed from the folves, who were welcoming the waves of cum like a benediction, bathing in it and drinking it as much as possible.

With how pent up the behemoth was, the orgasm went on for a while, and was fuelled by the words of adoration that folves spoke as soon as they saw the divine behemoth arise in the horizon. Blasts kept coming one after the other, painting more white streaks through the lower level of the city. Seed rained upon the street, coating many followers, a few residences on the high level, and the road.

Minutes later, when the whole area in front of Ortha was painted white with behemoth jizz, the divine flood calmed down. Some of the folves came back to the giant cocks, trying to get the last few spurts of semen to coat them.

Ortha's ears perked up, and he saw that there were many more citizens coming right at him after having witnessed the rain of cum in the street. He heard the word of adoration being spoken by many more folves, and chuckled to himself, thinking that being their god wasn't so bad after all.

The behemoth stood up, now measuring close to a hundred feet in height. With this new height, plus the roar he let out when orgasming, the attention of the entire folf population was on him. And he felt the power rush in his body once again, swelling very fast to gigantic proportions. Dozens of feet were being added to his already immense frame. He angled his cocks upwards, pressing the middle one against his thick pectorals, and started walking towards the strangely shaped ziggurat he spotted earlier. He now understood its purpose, and made his way there.

Each step Ortha took was leaving a pawprint-shaped crater in the street, each larger than the previous. Despite his growth, he was extremely careful so as to not step on any of his little followers. 150 feet were passed, and his horsecocks were growing so huge that the middle one was rising in front of his nose, forcing him to angle it to the side so he could keep his destination in sight. The masses under him were celebrating the advent of their new god, some of the lucky ones able to catch one of the spurts of pre that frequently erupted from the behemoth divinity's shafts.

300 feet were reached for the ex-archaeologist. His goal, the throne shaped ziggurat, was in plain sight. Thousands of minuscule folves were approaching the giant monument, some bowing in front of it, some climbing on the steps that led to the seat. The divinity watched them, chuckling as the entire population was slowly amassing there.

When finally he reached six hundred feet in height, the size that he would come to accept as "normal", Ortha stepped on to the stone monument. He turned and sat down, legs spread exceptionally wide by his four titanic balls. The immense orbs were large enough to reach all the way down to the lowest level of the monument and steadily rest atop it; all four of them were perfectly arranged in a line, and were already being worshipped by dozens of excited folves. Not even a second after taking his rightful place, hundreds of his followers climbed all over him, eager to show their adoration for him. Ortha let go of his cocks, which had lengthened until a little past his horns and thickened to almost as wide as he was broad, slowly angling all three of them down. Only at that point did he realize that the lower level of the city was not a giant street, but was actually an immense canal. He looked to his left and right, and found that there were a total of eight canals equally spread around the massive throne-ziggurat he was sitting on. He grinned wide, bringing down one cock into each of the closest three structures. The flared heads of his mighty pillars rested heavily into the canals and were already drooling plenty of precum into them.

Hundreds of tiny folves climbed all over his gigantic spires, some dancing on them, some rubbing themselves all over them, some humping against them. Dozens were hugging his muscular abdominals and pectorals, some had found their way to his nipples, and many more were kneading his four balls. They all looked so tiny - at most the size of two of his finger segments - it was almost cute. He lowered his hand towards some of them, and once two had climbed on his palm, he playfully brought them on top of his muzzle. The two seemed overwhelmed for a minute, but they started caressing the behemoth's snout after taking this gesture as the highest of honors.

The orgy-worshipping session was going well for the god and his followers. Regardless of how they went about it, the folves were all worshipping Ortha with great fervor. There were literally hundreds of them working on each of his three massive cocks. Hundreds more on each ball. Nearly a thousand of them all over him, rubbing and caressing him in all the right places; above the tail, on his nipples, on his snout, on the belly, on his glutes, everywhere. His balls churned loudly, prompting the followers to rub themselves around it even harder. His mighty pillars throbbed hard every few seconds, causing some of the folves to lose balance and fall down on the cock.

His balls ached for release, and his people looked so eager to help. Climax came quickly for the deity, whose cockheads flared out as the triplet of urethras on each cock started unleashing behemoth seed like an overfull dam flood gates. Overwhelmed by pleasure, he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, riding the high of orgasm. All three canals were filled with an immense amount of seed with just the first blast of cum that came from the behemoth god's balls. Some of the folves who weren't lucky enough to get a spot on their deity's body quickly jumped in the canals to take a bath.

Each blast of semen fired from the behemoth's shaft created literal torrents through the canals, slowly filling it with his virile seed. He could feel his little worshippers' bliss as they witnessed their god's climax. The complex network of canals going through the city was slowly becoming filled with cum and washed up worshippers who got caught in the tides. Ortha's whole body spasmed from pleasure, sending lots of the worshippers tumbling down, and forcing all of them to cling harder onto him.

The newly appointed deity's orgasm lasted for nearly an hour, during which the folves danced and rejoiced. The canals full of divine seed were already overflowing through a whole quadrant of the city, though not a single soul minded. The advent of their new god meant the end of the drought that plagued their land, along with the end to a generation of boredom and infertility.

Ortha was sure of it, he liked these little guys a lot. He would go on living among his very own civilization of folves, sometimes using his powers to shrink himself to be more intimate with a few of the followers whom he became particularly fond of, or to participate in some of their festivals and customs. He would provide his people with frequent floods that allowed them to thrive once more, and bring another golden age for all of them.