Birth of a God
Written for SilverClaw. A human becomes oh so much more...
"Are you sure this is going to work?" I asked, looking at a beaker of thick, black goo that bore a disturbing resemblance to tar.
"Yes... of course... it's been my work for a thousand days..." said another human, his appearance wiry and frail. "Your talons will soon fill the cosmos, all will bow before you, the world will..." The mad alchemist rambled on in a series of praises; I rolled my eyes impatiently and waited for the speech to stop. I was never entirely happy with how he looked. I was taller than average, sure, but I never had been able to put on any weight or muscle no matter how much I worked at it. I never tanned; I simply burnt, then ended up as pale as before once that healed. My eyeglasses slipped down my nose as I held the container of opaque liquid to the light and tried to swirl it around but found it held to the bottom. The fluid itself was remarkably heavy; it had to be at least as dense as lead. This was supposed to fix all that, and more. But would it actually work?
"Go on... drink... drink!" the alchemist said, cackling. It took no further convincing to have me go for it. I gulped once to steel my resolve, then tipped the flask back over my mouth. Rather than a dramatic, triumphant gulp, I simply stared at the fluid as it gradually oozed forth, until a thick glob finally smacked my tongue. It was briny, yet sweet; I nearly gagged both from the taste and the struggle to actually swallow such a heavy goop. Another splat landed on my tongue, then a third, each of which had a similar effect on my mouth.
It was only after I'd swallowed most of the bottle that I started to notice the effect that it was having. My hair was starting to thin, as if my skin no longer was interested in holding onto it. I felt as if I needed to sit down; standing upright suddenly felt entirely unnatural. "What have you DONE to me?" I shouted. My voice rose to a lion's roar as I glared at the alchemist.
"Patience! Patience!" he clamored, cowering in a corner. I would have ripped his throat out if I could; instead, I shouted again as I felt my shoulder blades aching, as if they were suddenly being stepped upon. No, not quite; the pressure was coming from within. I felt a similar pressure within my entire body, accompanied by a warmth that at first was gentle, but soon rose until it felt I was burning up. I threw my shirt off, but when I tried to stand to remove my pants I simply fell onto all fours, snarling in discomfort.
I took another look at my skin and found that it was darkening. No, not like a tan; it was taking on the blackness of charcoal, then of the darkest, moonless night. That darkness slowly crept down my arms as the last of my hair fell away and left my flesh perfectly smooth; I glanced back and noticed the same happening upon my legs. As the blackness crept over me, the warmth became more bearable, as if I were had acclimated to the fiery heat that once seemed to sear me from within. When the ebony color reached my fingertips it extended onto the nails to turn them pitch black and reshape them into short, vicious claws. Was I becoming a demon?
No, I would soon find out, but something far more powerful, glorious, and terrible.
The next sensation I had was that of pure power. My body started to bulge with strength, muscles building in every place I'd ever dreamed of having them. My thighs and calves bulked up in moments in a way that months of work hadn't been able to create. My arms soon experienced a similar growth; with every heartbeat, my entire body throbbed and expanded with muscular bulk. My pants struggled to contain my thighs - the seams dug into my flesh - but they soon were simply ripped in half as my might overwhelmed the fabric. They fell to the floor in tatters beneath my legs.
My face was reshaping itself as well. My eyes moved to the sides, while my nose and mouth became longer, extended forward, then merged together. It was a snout, almost crocodilian in nature, that was covered in the same deep black as the rest of my body. I slowly worked my jaw, trying to feel how my mouth actually worked now. My tongue expanded to fill the new space, soon resting heavily in the floor of my maw. Yes, this seemed right. I explored the inside of my mouth with that tongue and felt the razor sharp fangs that now lined my jaws.
Soon, I noticed my hide was rippling in a different way. It looked almost as if I were wet, then a pattern slowly started to emerge... scales. Each one was as smooth and reflective as a mirror, while glistening with the sheen of a pond's surface. I clutched my hand and found its shape soon was changing as well. My five fingers seemed to melt together into a misshapen blob, then split once again into the four digits of a feral beast's paw. My legs were becoming awkward to kneel upon; I looked back to see they'd shortened and the joints had shifted as they too resembled that of a draft horse. I rose onto all fours, standing in the proper stance for a quadruped.
While I looked between my legs it was hard not to notice the effect it had upon my genitals as well. As a human I was modestly proportioned, at best, rarely deserving of attention. Now, I could actually feel the weight of my groin hanging between my legs, swaying slightly with each beat of my heart. The balls barely had room between the massive thighs, while my sheath bulged in a way that even a full-sized stallion would envy. I wanted - no, needed - to rut something. My hormones were becoming impossible to ignore as they flooded my body in a way I'd never experienced before.
I started to walk forward but once again grunted in pain as another unfamiliar sensation took hold. I roared in pain as something on my back gave, as if ripped open by a knife... wings sprouted forth, as dark as my scales and as powerful as my legs. I struggled to deal with them at first, but only for a moment as their supporting structure formed upon my back. Within half a minute, I was able to properly control them, flexing them across the room. I knocked over the alchemist's work table as if it were nothing more than a twig. I'd soon folded them against my body, yet could still feel every faint hint of breeze upon their membranes.
"Oh alchemist..." I rumbled, my voice now deep enough to shake the room. I stood up and found that my head was at the same place as it was when I was human; I'd at least doubled in size. Even more to my amazement, I was still slowly rising higher in the room. I was actually growing in size as I walked forward. The floor shook with every step; I was at least as dense as the fluid I'd consumed, and more mass seemed to build onto my frame to ensure that remained true even as my size increased. There was no end in sight, either, as the warmth and strength continued to build within my body.
Before long I found that alchemist and used him to satisfy my lust, the first of many, many such encounters I'd have before I outgrew the town, the country, the world itself...