Dark Obsession
A dark naga goddess comes back to life, and nobody will be able to stop her.
Also she's bratty.
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Warning: This story contains growth, macro, mega macro, giga macro, tera macro, breast expansion, masturbation, soft vore, insertion (yet sexy) destruction.
Dark Obsession, by DragonMasterX.
The dark of night's blackness was disturbed only by a moving glow composed of several dozen torches. The humid jungle's silence broken by amphibian symphony forecast rain for the night. The Bengali forest trees stood tall, leaves rustled gently by the breeze.
Priests and followers composing a cult of Naga worship strode down the path towards their temple, identities and intentions cloaked in mystery to deceive their complacent kin. Eons had passed since the glory of the Naga shook the earth, legends long forgotten by heretics who in the present relied on fabrications of inexistent gods and false deities to worship.
The cultists were at a small walk's distance from their decaying temple. The mighty structure had survived the elements for more generations than could be remembered; it stood proud and sturdy despite the ravages of time. Their temple of worship greeted them with a medium sized symmetrical flight of stairs, giving the cultists access to the main halls leading to the antechamber. A lone figure climbed the stairs while the rest stayed behind.
"The wind is picking up," Al Rajiv, high priest of the Naga, announced. "Our preparations are nearly complete, my brothers and sisters. Our goddess' return is nigh!" The hooded man stood triumphant above his followers. A symbol of rulership over his people, Al Rajiv's wooden scepter was topped with an adorning jade sculpture of an Ouroboros, the universal sign of infinity. With a wave of it, the charismatic leader swayed his cult. "Follow me to the ante-chamber; for we will bask in Her might and power and prove, without a shadow of doubt, our will is stronger!"
A round of cheers and celebrative shouting united the cultists' hearts. Al Rajiv turned around, his cape fluttering behind him. He tapped the floor with his scepter and pumped a fist in the air. The cultists divided in lines of equal numbers to climb the stairs, following their hierophant into the temple.
Al Rajiv felt warmth in his heart. Rural Bengal had suffered the cruelty being trampled down and forsaken by the stronger nations of the world for long enough. Despite having been unable to round up a hundred percent of the population, seeing his people united with a common goal was a feat few leaders could boast about.
At the height of their problems Al Rajiv, a mere cattle farmer, had been visited by a shiny white pearl in his dreams. The pearl had spoken out to him, ensuring the safety of his people and promising everlasting peace for the world in exchange for their eternal servitude. Worship the Naga, it had said, convincing the widower to abandon his earthly worries and lead a cause far greater than any of them could muster to comprehend.
Like anybody visited by a disembodied voice in a dream, Al Rajiv had been skeptical at first. The white pearl had pointed out the location of the jade Ouroboros, relic necessary to bring their goddess from the heavenly plain. After having found it precisely where he had been told it was, the Naga temple, Rajiv became his goddess' high priest. But before she could descend upon their rotten world to fix it, Rajiv needed to make devotees of his brethren, to convince them to give themselves to the cause. The result was no less than eighty followers for his cult in under a month. Like he in the beginning, skepticism had been strong. Like he upon witnessing supernatural feats, a wave of his Ouroboros scepter restoring withered crops was all his people had needed to turn into believers.
The broad temple halls stretched out for half a mile, a walk for the truly faithful. Holders on the sides were lit up by the cult's torches, illuminating their path as they went. Rajiv stopped in front of the antechamber and turned around to address the crowd once again. "My devoted brothers and sisters, we are but mere steps away from our beloved goddess' restful chambers." He dramatically waved his arm behind him without taking his eyes off his cult. Rajiv was sure of himself; the narrow passage would lead them to the spherical hollow whereupon their deity rested. Finally, the month of preparations and battles against anxiety to see his goddess would pay.
No end of "Ooohs" and "Aaahs" filled the Naga's chamber, a tall sphere kept in relative tidiness in contrast to the rest of the temple. No one had been there for thousands of years, yet the millennia weren't apparent for the room of sleep. "Behold," Rajiv proudly smiled, arm outstretched, palm facing up as a sign of presentation. The stone statue of Manasa Devi, goddess of snakes, stood ten feet tall not counting the tail. "Our immortal goddess. Answerer of our prayers!"
Rajiv couldn't hold back his happiness. His cultists were equally joyful, but something was nagging the high priest at the back of his mind. The statue depicting his goddess was of different shape and form than the one from old scriptures that he remembered. The Manasa Devi in front of him was a snake-person, a Naga, but with many less human vestiges than he could remember; lacking her signature extra pair of arms, the statue also had been sculpted into a much more voluptuous shape that on any other day would have aroused him. That night however, Rajiv could only focus on the arrival of his goddess. "Our deity may take numerous shapes..." he recited to convince himself and dispel doubts from his flock, "But her love for us is unconditional and most importantly: Undying!"
At the sound of his commands, the cult gathered around the mighty statue, carrying vases full of pearly white milk. It was the fifth day after Amavasya (dark moon) of July. Nag Panchami, Manasa Devi's festival, was being celebrated on the rest of Bengal, but only Rajiv's followers were the true believers. Ritualistic worshipping ensued with the men and women pouring milk over the statue while others rubbed the stone surface and the rest prayed. Amazement filled the beholders' eyes as the statue became naturally polished by the milk, no trace of dust or mold appearing on the impressive sculpture. "Pray harder!" Al Rajiv commanded, two-handedly rising his scepter above his head just like the dream had commanded him to do. The statue seemed to shake each time the high priest pumped the Ouroboros in the air.
With their energy in the air and Rajiv's scepter as the conduit for it, vapor suddenly began to rise from the statue, massages interrupted as Manasa Devi grew unbearably hot to the touch. But Rajiv only urged them all on to continue with the praying. Their goddess' resurrection was at hand, she needed them. "She needs us!" the high priest shouted. His scepter was shining brighter than ever, the fog around them turning the same emerald green. Rajiv began to smile, convinced his efforts had finally paid off. Manasa Devi's form was shining the same green glow as the mist surrounding them now, gasps leaving the surprised followers' mouths, some to the point of being unable to close it. Rajiv noticed this, becoming disturbed when he also took note of the vacant stare in his flock's eyes. A sudden urge to yell produced a shout from him, "Close those agape mouths! It is disrespectful!"
But gone was the immediacy of their obedience. Rajiv bore witness to the flake in his group's once lively worship, becoming increasingly concerned about the sudden change in attitude. Rather than listening to the vibrant chanting, an eerie silence had enveloped the chamber as much as the green fog had. Rajiv was finding it hard to make out the form of his followers thanks to the thickening haze, his nerves pushing him over the edge. "What is the matter? Do not stop the praying!" he pushed his staff down angrily, stomping over to the acolyte closest to him. Amidst the green mist it was nearly impossible to see the face of the kneeling man, so Rajiv put a firm grip on the man's shoulder. "Answer me, why have you stopped your praying?!" but instead of feeling the firmness of a man's shoulder blades, Rajiv's fingers felt the pressing of each of his digits together, as if he had grasped air. The overcoat slipped through Rajiv's fingers, a horrified pair of eyes witnessing the collapse of clothes on the ground, as if nobody had been wearing them until the moment he touched them. Rajiv walked back, his arm stiff like a rock. "Whu-what is the meaning of this...?"
Answers escaped Rajiv as he began to listen to the heavy thuds of his flock's garments hitting the floor, one by one. He couldn't discern them, but those human-like silhouettes amidst the haze were collapsing, as if the people were vanishing into thin air, vaporized; only he was standing safe. "The fog..." Rajiv gulped, realizing it had only grown denser, thicker. "It's the fog!" he screamed, reality dawning on him upon realizing the mist was being funneled. He turned around with a gasp of surprise overwhelming him, clarity returning to his blue eyes.
A large silhouette standing tall above Rajiv intimidated him. Like a predator about to pounce him, Manasa Devi seemed to be snarling at him, her body throbbing within her confines. "My goddess...!" he called out, feeling a tingle run up his spine once his eyes finally noticed the numerous cracks fissuring along Manasa Devi's body. The crevices were glowing white, then green, fog being sucked inside the Naga's stone form. Rajiv's eyes widened to the size of saucers, the sight of discarded clothing unnerving him; he was the only one remaining, everybody else gone. "Manasa Devi, please answer me!" his legs were trembling, his mind racing with fear. Each and all of his followers had transformed into green mist, the same mist the statue was siphoning through the cracks. They were starting to multiply, the statue audibly shaking.
"My goddess, please...!" in tears, the priest begged, his frustration increasing with every bit the room became clearer. Showing what remained of his flock, the scene delivered that none had been spared. They had all been absorbed into the statue, whose fissures had become numerous enough to encompass Manasa Devi in green. A silent, frozen Rajiv could merely observe as the sculpture's shaking stopped only for the cracked stone to begin crumbling apart, exposing bulky green flesh beneath.
Like a snake shedding its old skin, pieces of stone gathered at the floor as Manasa Devi's body grew against its confines. Arms gained stiff yet articulate movement, eliciting a gasp of shock from the surprised priest. The snapping of bones and popping of muscles that hadn't seen activity for centuries destroyed the flaky stone prison, releasing Manasa's arms and shoulders. Her tail smashed the stone around it with one strong thump, sending a ripple along its muscular coils that shattered the rest of the old wrapping. Ground rock rained down along the smaller pebbles gathering around the reviving goddess, her body expanding beyond the estimated ten feet of height from before.
The lithe frame of the Naga expanded as stone rolled off her reptilian snout, allowing her eyes to blink and nostrils to flare. Generous gulps of air followed; finishing clearing the room of the fog it once had befuddled. Her chest stuck out prominently, the orbs pushing against the last of the rock to claim their freedom. The serpent's hood bobbed slightly behind her head, clawed fingers experimentally dancing in the air. The tip of her tail wagged rhythmically, not that the astonished human before her could tell. He was absolutely stunned with the impossible sight in front of him.
To Al Rajiv, a stone statue had just come to life. No matter how much faith he had put in his dreams, this had never been the outcome in his mind: His followers, unwittingly sacrificed; himself, alone; his goddess and savior the cause of these results. "I cannot tell whether she is divine or diabolical..."
"Finally..." a deep feminine and seductive voice spoke out. The last pieces of old skin fell away and the dark green deity was free. The Indian man looked up at his massive goddess, a twenty five foot tall Naga staring right back. Before Rajiv could say anything, Manasa's tail seized him by the waist. Rajiv gasped and barely held a scream in as he was dangled in front of the giant female. "You've done well, my dear. You deserve a reward."
"Muh-Manasa Devi, my mistress and goddess..." Rajiv gulped, his feet twitching in the air, "N-no reward is necessary, I was just following your divine plan... but your flock, they..." The Naga goddess appeared displeased.
"Refusing me, are you, little mortal?" Manasa growled, "Should I have simply absorbed your essence like the rest? I have little patience for fools." Rajiv's eyes widened.
"I implore you my goddess, spare me! I did not wish for any of this, oh great Manasa Devi," he cowered, "All I wished for was for peace and happiness for my people!" To the pleas, the goddess grew a knowing smirk.
"They have their peace, mortal. They are with me, now and for the rest of eternity."
A twirl of the coils of her tail where Manasa's hips were meant to be drew Rajiv's fearful gaze to her powerful hands stroking her sides. The contour of her waist revealed such a feminine shape, curving in ascension to the rather voluminous set of boobs on her chest, that the priest couldn't believe this was a giant serpent woman who had captured him. He was helpless, speechless, all kinds of confused and, at the same time, aroused.
"Happiness awaits all who follow me, my dear little man. But the treasure that is personal fulfillment must be earned. Those that willingly gave their souls that I might return to this world have served their purpose, but you?" she snickered, lifting Rajiv up to her eerie green eyes, her stare devouring him almost. "You still must carry on with a very specific task; one that I have already endowed your charisma with, that you might bring me what I need to fulfill my own destiny."
Her grip was formidable, his arms were immobilized, his guts ready to turn to goo if she so much flexed her muscles. Al Rajiv feared death, but he feared this goddess more. "You will do as I say my loyal servant." She ordered. He had to obey.
The festival wasn't over. Bengal was still worshipping its religion's deity with cheerful dance and song; costly feasts and other similar pleasures were understandably missing, but the people's traditional valuing was strong. Rajiv had joined the celebration, his eyes nebulous and lost. Among the few that recognized the farmer turned priest, they referred to him as a crazy old man with no business in their little community. They allowed him to stay regardless, knowing gods became happier with more worshippers. That idea, in fact, had been implanted in Rajiv's brain by the Naga goddess.
It happened in a brief moment. Before they could tell, the villagers had become compelled, one by one, to listen to and join Rajiv for prayer. Minute by minute, noisy music was replaced by silent orations, and joyful dance by reverent postures. Even the less captivated people had become entranced, and when it was clear Rajiv had transformed a party of more than a few dozen into a mindless flock of devotees, migration happened.
Just like Manasa had planned, her adorable little mortal had led a sizable portion of succulent offerings her way. The curvaceous Naga licked her lips, a smile appearing on her face. Her newly acquired morsels had gathered to surround her platform, their words of prayer strengthening her power. She could see their life becoming one with hers, their breath turning into vapor before mist started enveloping them. A green tint dominated the thick curtain and she inhaled. With her eyes closed to appreciate the sensations exploding within her, Manasa stretched her arms out and hugged herself, as if commanding the souls of her snacks to allow them to be devoured.
Then, it happened again. Manasa's body trembled at first, her smile growing into a grin of pure ecstasy as her immense body suddenly surged with size. Her sides flared out as her tail grew longer and her hooded head rapidly closed distance with the tall ceiling. The rush of power became easier to digest now that she was outside of that stupid seal which she had been forced to sleep in for so long. Every bit of her ached, every sense was screaming at once. Manasa could feel everything again: Her tail cascading behind her and beyond the cloud of revitalizing smoke her followers had turned themselves into; the muscles in her arms tensing up as her mass increased at a gradual pace; her incredible bosom. She hadn't felt her feminine bits in an eternity. "They have grown," she thought looking down, her gasps synchronizing into panting as she put a hand under her left breast and gave herself a teasing grope. "Ahhh! Oh how I missed this!" Manasa moaned, suddenly consumed by the lust for her own body she was cursed with. She could fondle herself for days, masturbate until whole civilizations raised and fell, wallowing in godly pleasure only one such as she could comprehend.
But the new rush acquired by feeding from mortals was no small thing. She towered over them, their insignificant garments strewn about where they had once stood, worshipping her. Manasa felt the rush of being larger, no, of being larger, of constantly growing. She had become a giantess by human standards, a 50ft. tall beauty filling out her chamber, ready to burst out of it. Manasa had needed very little to return herself to the kingdom of man, and she had binged. The result had been an extraordinary gain in size, one that had rattled her brain, one that had turned her into an instant addict. She wanted more. It wasn't just the addiction to growth, her stomach demanded food. Now her body was claiming its long since coming feast that had been denied for more time than mortals could understand.
Rajiv, who had been spared from the feast, was sent out again. Manasa was pleased when he returned with extra morsels. This time he had excelled, having brought him over a hundred in less than an hour. The goddess was giddy, and the intimidated man bore witness to how monstrous his goddess had truly become. Her back was pressed against the ceiling, her hungry mouth and fangs looming over them like Damocles' Sword; her muscular tail had grown so immense it required extra spacing, and now circumvented the destroyed altar she had crushed under her increasing weight; her jiggling chest mounds caught in her hands were never left alone, allowing Manasa to pleasure herself while her body overtook the chamber. She was horny, with wanton arousal even she thought was out of reach for her imagination. The feeling of her body's weight pressing against the pathetic walls and ceiling and even the platform for her revival, was an intoxicating experience. Even to a goddess such as she, there were no words to articulate the wonderful process by which the absorbed essences were empowering her physical body. Contact with the solid structures aiming to contain her failing, Manasa relished the sight of her bosom forced to grow right into the floor, her spine starting to demolish the chamber's upper surface while her ever-growing tail began to encompass the room and push out, thickening out in proportion to her, eliciting more protests from the building. Every scale that pushed out she could feel screaming in pleasure, reveling in the fact she was soon about to burst outside. The chamber was audibly groaning, prompting her little worker bee to backpedal in the way of the exit, but she was too fast for Rajiv. "Your mistress has reached a decision on what reward is the most adequate for you, my little mortal."
To avoid listening to prattle, Manasa simply pushed his mouth closed with the tip of her thumb, careful to not break his neck. Fickle creatures were the son of men. Quickly, her arousal was taking over, sending her precipitating towards the edge of insanity. Manasa hadn't had an orgasm in literally forever, yet she wasn't addled to the point she had forgotten how to properly use what was at hand to give herself release, so Manasa began to move her captive behind while she lifted the quasi-pelvic bone on her back, smashing the ceiling in the process. Manasa let out a squeal of delight as broken stone rained down over her body, Rajiv's squirming as he realized his destination only adding to her excitement. He managed to break free of the pressing of her thumb thanks to the moment of distraction to try his last breath with a request: "Please, Manasa Devi, I..." but then he was rudely interrupted before being unceremoniously impaled like a sexual toy inside the rosy muff of the giantess.
"Hmph..." she snorted once, still the pleasure making her pant as her vagina squelched with delight, sending juice all over as the body of her priest squirmed past her swollen vulva. "You continue addressing me as Manasa Devi..." the words trailed off, her ecstasy forcing her to slowly speak. She forced the man inside, inserting him until he could push him in and out with only two fingers. Ministrations were followed by howls of immensurable decontrol as Manasa's body convulsed. Her first climax. And unfortunately for Rajiv, not the last. With that head start, the expanding deity's fingers only picked the pace up, the man within drenched in her humid blessing. Her free hand had never left her chest, paying respect to her immense jugs at the same time she entertained her drooling pussy.
As the falling debris of the ceiling cleared a skylight, the moon started dancing upon Manasa's skin, turning the green into a deep black. From one moment to another, it seemed as if the masturbating goddess had fused with the jet black heavens, her scales each adapting the night's obsidian into her own appearance. Red eyes flashed on her face as she growled like an animal in heat, emerging of the building with her rapidly enlarging form like someone who climbs out of a sand tomb. "Know it before I devour you, mortal. Delight yourself with that which is my name, so you shall accompany the rest of time you'll spend with me knowing who it is you should be thankful to! I am Manasa Kali!" her mighty bellow was more a moan of bliss than a roar of victory, but Manasa could care less about intonation. The sound had reverberated loudly; Manasa Kali's name was going to be known for the brief time she allowed humanity respite. Her stomach was hungry; her mound from where the familiar green mist, now turned black, was exiting ached. These pathetic worms were going to serve her, one way or the other. Whether they liked it or not.
Her claws grasped at the air, finally leaving her generous chest pillows alone after the heated session. The cool breeze of the late night refreshed her. Manasa felt like a butterfly after it escapes its useless cocoon, much like her pathetic temple of worship. "Whoever had that design in mind lacked vision. They had little next to no devotion to a goddess of my caliber!" she thought, the end of her tail razing what had remained of the steps to Manasa Devi's temple to the ground, "But this isn't the fault of a singular being," she growled, turning her spiteful gaze towards the vast Bengali woods. "No, this is a flaw in humanity as a whole. They must renounce what inane beliefs they have accumulated over the eons and turn their undivided attention to my wonderful self!"
After having detected a source of light in the distance, the gigantic Naga was reminded by her stomach what her priorities were. "After a light snack," she licked her lips. Manasa's curvy snake body began to advance, massive clouds of dust kicking up from the irreparably damaged chamber. Her womanhood was still glistening under the moon's light, excitement covering every inch of her being as Manasa imagined the feast that awaited her. With the speed of a reptile, her coils gave her the necessary impulse to slither in the most direct fashion to cover ground fast. Local fauna vacated their natural homes as an impossibly large cylinder of vivid scaled flesh advanced over the crunching flora, Manasa's weight unfathomable. Individual fingers twitched in anticipation, the tip of her tail thumping against the ground with great impatience as she closed in where the festivities were concluding. She was about to execute the mother of all party-crashing.
Of those that Al Rajiv had not managed to reach in time for him to be turned into a living dildo for his goddess' pleasure, people had remained all but blissfully unaware of the circumstances. That's why panic struck when the ground started shaking and a tsunami of various animals invaded town, from mammals to reptiles, even birds were panicked. What felt like an earthquake hid the awful truth of the advancing monstrosity whom humans had not been prepared for. A collective round of gasps was drowned out by a sordid cacophony of screams that followed the giant Manasa's appearance when she burst forth from the tallest trees, her immensity looming over the terrified villagers who had been until then praising her useless half-sister, Devi. But Manasa had long lost the hate that once fueled her competition with Shiva's daughter.
Now all that remained was her irrevocable hunger. The sight of all those tiny morsels, paralyzed, unable to run thanks to her hypnotic stare, turned her on and only served to amplify her appetite; she felt powerful, consolidating the sensation by grabbing the crown of the trees framing her only to reduce them to splinters with a simple squeeze. Rallying the indisputable yearning for prey her mind was accosting her with, Manasa's tail shoot forwards, ensnaring a rather plump man from the waist down. The poor soul was then dangled above her sparkling eyes, a cruel grin forming in her face. "I want you inside of me," she spoke in a soft, sultry tone with half-lidded eyes. It was an instant between the speech and the act before she released her grip and opened her mouth wide. A loud scream sang music to her internal ears as the villager was deposited onto the roof of her tongue, bouncing several times before Manasa decided to swallow. "Delicious yet fleeting. Such is the way of life for finite beings," she observed, taking notice of the multiple amounts of snacks waiting to be consumed by her. Their stares of confusion, anger and fear were the ultimate appetizer.
Her gut tightening, muscles tensing up, she leaped forwards like a predator. A group of seven people were scooped up at once after Manasa's powerful jaws, too large for their pitiful sizes, quite simply bit down and uprooted the very ground, morsels, dirt, roots, everything. The goddess lightly munched and instantly gulped, using the back of her hand to get rid of the crumbs before smiling; poised as she was, her mountainous tits squished together into a delectable cleavage. Taking notice of the males frozen in front of her voluminous assets was what had made her smile. "Are they not the most succulent you have ever been privileged to see?" Manasa sassily asked, gripping the ground for leverage, crushing a residence in the way in the process, as she shook her jiggly mounds at her prey. She loved taunting the helpless, it made her feel superior. Then, without adding another word, she devoured them as well.
Manasa's amazingly large body wasted no time in putting her meal to work. The sacrifices with which she gained strength suffered no pain or anguish other than the initial fear of death, but their souls were immediately put to rest once her more powerful aura had assimilated them. Every single one added to her mass, causing ripples in Manasa's body as she started to grow in size again. She wasted no time either, moving to systematically devour every group of people either by inhaling them inside or just desperately crunching the piece of ground they were standing on before swallowing. With every new batch of victims, Manasa grew larger and larger still, making it more difficult for her increasingly larger frame to fit in the Bengali village. The trees fell to her thick, womanly sides and incredibly long tail; her appendage was already snaking its way back to the temple on its own expansion. The violent rustling of leaves and creaking of bark and snapping of cottage supports were a delectable backdrop for Manasa's village-worth of food. Au natural, she thought.
When she had grown too massive for the poor village, Manasa opened her eyes to her gigantic bosom, hugging it before giving the resulting cleavage a lap with her tongue. She hissed, feeling her vaginal folds teased by the jagged road her mid-section had reached in her growth spurt, but it worked in her favor; she was horny again. A hand dutifully darted back to take care of business while she bit down on her fat mounds to suck on them aggressively, thoughts of everything that was left to devour turning her on more. "No, I shall not wait for penetration. I must have it now!" she still had vigor left in her deft fingers, ready to finger-fuck herself silly, but she craved being stuffed. Her stomach wasn't the only voracious organ in her.
In only a few moments, Manasa had lifted her impressive bulk off what remained of the once lush settlement. Most of the houses had stuck to her giant melons, bits of them falling back to the flattened ground as she twirled, razing the surrounding woods in a 90 degree arc with her tail in the process. She cursed down her breath, realizing her enlarged form now dwarfed even the tallest among trees; Manasa absolutely loved her new height and was quickly growing bored of it, wanting more already, but her sexual urges berated her lack of foresight in keeping an object large enough to please her wet and ready womanhood. Then Manasa saw it.
A building of unbelievable size, a spot too small for her, but it would have to do. The structure was old and decrepit, victim of the ravages of time, yet as Manasa approached it she couldn't help but agree it had been a masterpiece of mortal architecture. "And now it will fall victim to the ravages of ME!" happily laughing, the titanic Naga hastened her advance, clearing distance faster than a jet could. Rural Bengal had become a past memory to her, only that tall structure managed to keep her attention now. Where she was at the time mattered little, only that she could feel her long body surrounding it; with only a small constriction she could send the vane ode to mortal achievement crumbling before her superior size, yet all she wanted was a good fuck. "Give it to me!" she commanded, gripping the building by the sides as she positioned herself above the shadow-cast edifice, then she impaled herself with a scream. "NOW!"
What followed was a violent succession of thrusts that cemented the giant building's fate to be smothered by the cavernous insides of the goddess. Her red eyes closed and she hissed to release hot air, hands greedily taking her ostensibly big tits to give them a good fondle whilst she continued to pound herself into the ground, sinking it beneath her bulk as she felt her toy fight for dear life against her vaginal muscles. Every hump was enough to send Manasa over the edge, but she held it in, savoring the sweetness of her slick walls bearing down against the doomed stone surfaces; the creaking and protests reverberating from within her only served to arouse her further. She couldn't stop herself; knowing there was something, or someone, inside of her simply by virtue of stuffing her drove her insane. She hit a disastrous climax, flooding the surrounding area in female juice that coated everything: The fields, the cattle, the people, the houses, everything. And there was no going back from here, there was no stopping for Manasa, and she would continue until the eternity she had spent sealed away had been paid for by her jailers... with interest.
The tower inside of her was breaking, its utility spent. Yet Manasa couldn't bring herself to cease the frenetic humping. The ground was shaking under her titanic weight, the Indian country threatened by her enlarging body. They could hear her screams in every corner of the land, they could feel the ground submitting to her growing strength, and they felt threatened. They were terrified. They needed to defend themselves against Manasa Kali.
Foolish mortals, she thought, with the approach of flying objects that couldn't pass for anything but insects to her ruby eyes. The tower in her snatch had long since snapped, and her invasion had put a nation under a scare. They didn't know fear properly, and she would educate them. The ground beneath her showed the advance of rolling tanks, "Bugs.", and then she discerned the flying objects as jets, "Flies." Insects, all of them. Increasingly tinier, increasingly more worthless. "Do your worst!" she bellowed, watching the piloted vehicles unleash their minute wrath. "THIS is your effort to survive? I cannot fathom how it is that you have conquered this world." She boomed haughtily at the artillery harmlessly exploding on the surface of her invulnerable hide. A thick cloud of gray engulfed her soon.
Manasa's claws emerged from the dissipating smoke and smacked a bunch of jets together into her palms. The clapping resounded across the area, prompting the defense force to redouble their efforts. More explosives were unloaded in fortuity, to which the goddess laughed at. She held her left hand up, cupped around the remains of what she had managed to catch and pushed the right one down against the tankers. Ground, trees and vehicles found a turbulent journey riding in her clutches as she smashed her hands together again. When she reopened her eyes, a brownish sphere of matter was what had resulted from her playing with the military like a child does with Play-Doh. The soldiers looked at the giantess pop that ball of dirt, destroyed tanks and jets, and their pilots, into her awaiting mouth. They needed to stop her, and their initial counter-measures were making little difference.
Their resistance was inconsequential and futile, Manasa knew that. She couldn't help but patiently watch them try to defend themselves, like a cat playing with her food. A glint of evil filled Manasa's eyes as she took note of their efforts being redoubled. More of those pesky flies and bugs surrounded her to attack even when she continued to stop and devour them. "Tenacity, I will give you that, children of man."
Despite the fun, Manasa could not conceive her passive approach for much longer. Even if she was eating or using them for her pleasure just like with everything else until now, her size gain was not as substantial thanks to her already gargantuan height. It was hard to make a fully accurate measurement of the growing snake woman, but experts had managed to estimate a mile in height, tail length from the base excluded. Manasa didn't need experts to tell her she was too big to enjoy airplanes or tanks as enough sustenance for her beautiful and still-expanding body. But there was an advantage to her size. Towering over Bengal allowed her to see far and make out the marks of civilization among the thick forests and patches of uninhabited land. Drool escaped her mouth. She had had enough with the toys.
Finally ignoring the military, Manasa found herself slithering across the country, desperate for more food that the small amount of people assaulting her did not provide. So desperate she was that her body inclined against the ground, using her abdomen to slither, her gigantic breasts dangerously jiggling around, on occasion flattening the ground under them as she, with the speed of a striking viper, invaded a city of sizable population. Her movement had been so fast that the evacuation order from the military had not yet been carried out in its entirety. As a result, the giantess could see on arrival that chaos had erupted in her honor. Like ants they were scurrying about, all those tiny people that without a doubt were going to form part of her body soon.
Not giving them a chance, the female reptile leaped against the thickest conflagration, enveloping civilians and soldiers alike, a bit of her tail being used to cordon them off. She could feel the tickle of their armaments making the feeble attempt to wound her scales, now individually too large to pass for houses even to those tiny insects. Manasa giggled as she realized their despair when trying to escape, unable to make it past the muscular coils of her tail, some going as far as to try to climb the secure perimeter she had built; these people were amusing to her!
Her belly reprimanded her with a growl, prompting Manasa to scoop the center of the group that froze in place up with her claws. As if she was holding a large piece of bread in her hands, the chunk of ground and asphalt was topped with all those little people as the extra ingredients. It was too small for her, but the high amount of humans would give her such a big boost, she knew, that it was a vain effort to ignore her aching labia. There was another growl in her stomach and she made it wait no longer: Opening her mouth and closing her eyes, Manasa's jaw nearly dislocated as she gently titled her solid meal forwards and dumped a sizable portion of people on her tongue as if she had shaken an open bag of chips. Manasa gulped down what entered and then threw in the rest, crunching and swallowing almost immediately. Just like that, over half of the population in the city had fused with her, and the aftereffects presented themselves as a deep rumble that shook the foundations of the very city. Soul after soul became purged of their earthly vessel, adding to her supernatural energies whilst the mass of her body concomitantly enlarged.
Manasa hugged herself with a grin, playing deaf and blind to the continued attack by the military that quickly began to vacate when her body swelled out in every direction at once. The front of her support base crunched the city as it conquered the space surrounding it, her tail shooting behind her for miles, occupying forests, towns and roads alike. Manasa's upper body ascended with the speed of a rocket, her head reaching the clouds as her hands furiously fingered her clitoris to amplify the successive orgasms assaulting her brain. The dark Naga goddess was so immense that her breasts eclipsed the morning sun, impeding India from receiving light, and her body wasn't half-done yet.
The truth was that the sun irritated her. The session of pleasure stopped when she stared up at the unimaginably big ball of fire situated at the center of the cosmic balance, coating her in its shimmering presence. Manasa made a mental note to fix it later.
Manasa noticed dryness in her mouth that only a generous amount of liquid could sate. Her eyes glanced around, finding bits of blue here and there, and like the spoiled girl she was, the goddess seized each and every location to suck it dry. "Still thirsty," she growled in annoyance, starting to miss the milk she used to bathe and indulge in back when she wasn't so big. This was another thing she would have to fix eventually. The towering titan's hood twitched as she noticed a tingle behind her. Manasa rotated her waist slightly, shooting a glare at the little mushroom cloud rising from her back. "Oh, this is IT! I was planning on making everyone ascend, but these diminutive bees and their petty stings have done away with my patience!" With that announcement, Manasa fixed her look on the biggest lake on the world and decided to help herself to its rich, if salty water.
With the haste of a child heading into a pool on an overwhelming summer afternoon, the busty snake threw herself into the ocean after she had slithered to the Asian coast. She dove inside head-first and open-mouthed, ingesting an insane amount of water, sea life and what man-made paraphernalia had decided to be in her way at that moment. The continent was splashed with a tsunami when the weight of her voluptuous body submerged into the Indic ocean. In only an instant, Manasa emerged back out, having doubled in size. The water and nutrients from animals and humans alike she had ingested, that had felt so refreshing to parch her throat, had only served to bolster her strength. She had surged out of the ocean like a beautiful life-guard on a beach, the concave hood behind her fluttering as if it had been a voluptuous mane of hair instead. Manasa let out a gasp of relief, feeling every metric ton of her being revitalized by the moisture her scales were quickly relieving the ocean of. But she wasn't done. "I'm done with this world, but not with its resources. I want more!" she demanded out loud and by then humanity had realized the futility of engaging the voracious yet gorgeous Titaness.
In a few seconds, Manasa Kali's gaping mouth dropped onto the diminishing sea's surface and began to greedily inhale. Violent waves rushed inside of the ravenous predator, carrying everything from the tiniest plankton to the fattest whale inside of the voracious female. She started in sudden spasms of explosive and incontrollable growth that nature could not fathom. With a claw supporting herself in the drinking position above Asia, Manasa felt her boobs graze the bottom of the ocean as she continued her mad quest for obtaining the vitality of Earth to add to her own. Her body was soon so monstrously big that her arm easily reached the opposite side of Eurasia and clenched both sides of the continent (the world is round after all) to keep herself drinking the rapidly vanishing water from the world's oceans. So big was the Naga that her tail had begun to invade the neighboring continent of America, torn down the middle at its Center with the tip, causing a divide of cataclysmic proportions to which her mind paid very little attention.
Manasa found herself having to arch lower more and more, finding it difficult to not sink Eurasia under her growing palms. The snake, impatient, forgot about the water and bit down against the shallow seafloor, crunching it off and swallowing it like the surface of a particularly tough candy. The instant she did that, Manasa found herself glowing, vibrant with newfound power. The essence of the ocean had empowered her, helping her to achieve greater power with fewer consumption; she only barely lamented the fact she could not even see the human snacks that had caused her to grow in the first place. But she was going to fix that, her third mental note for when she was done with her romp. For now, a juicy prize awaited her at the center of the planet.
She was like a termite. Manasa began to chomp down with bestial force, sucking in what bits of crust and bedrock stood in her way. Everything went down her gullet, edible or not, and with her newfound power she added it all to her size and strength, enabling her to dig more efficiently with every passing second of additional greatness. The gargantuan goddess was soon descending into the hole she had eaten through, like a giant greedy earthworm. Unlike something as pathetic as a giant earthworm however, Manasa wasn't incinerated by the radiant heat as she invaded the annals of the planet. Claws assisted her powerful jaws as she got rid of every obstacle, no matter how big and tough, and finally a vibrant light of crimson allowed her a glimpse of her prize. Manasa gave no speech and instantly clamped her mouth around the area.
The taste of magma tickled her tongue and elicited a squeal of approval as power began to transfer from the Earth's core into her magnificent self. She promptly spat out the crust she had gladly been eaten until then, as if finally offended by its taste. The truth was she had found such a delectable morsel she could hardly compare it to what surrounded it in terms of flavor. To her, the core was an absolute delicacy, like a strawberry coated in semi-bitter chocolate fondue. She wanted it in her mouth.
With the dexterity of her purported animal, Manasa's tongue pierced the innermost crust and surrounded the core, ensnaring it like a lasso. The snake pulled and arched her back until she had managed to tear the core out, depositing it in her mouth. The core bulged her left cheek out a bit, her eyes closing as she savored her prize with emotion filling her mind, rolling it from one inner cheek to the other as if she was chewing gum. Finally, she swallowed.
Power began to accumulate within Manasa. She went down to feel her firm stomach, not at all distended by the egregious amounts of food she had packed away during the day. Manasa rubbed it, moaning from the massage to her muff her other hand was delivering. She had been busy digging, but tension had again taken over; her growth had been so monstrous, so explosive, that it had left her wanting relief again. Her body and tail had split the Earth apart down the middle like an apple whose worm had just finished eating its core. Manasa thought about the amusing analogy and giggled, superposing another moan as she continued with her ministrations. The planet had lost its blue completely, and with the source of gravity gone, its two halves were floating like space debris away from the rapidly enlarging reptile. But quick movements seized them again, claws that were unwilling to give the destroyed planet any respite, nor dignity. One half was smacked against Manasa's wanting mouth, now big enough to consume it without much else than a casual gulp. The rest was forced up against the female's drooling cunt, aiming to unbirth it all, made more evident when she sank her hand into her love tunnel, up until the knuckles. Manasa cried out in bliss when her body had finished its consumption of Earth.
A familiar tingle overtook her, although this time it came from within. The power she had absorbed and converted was ready to be assimilated. "Yes! Make me bigger, more! Make me grow bigger!" she demanded, like a slut begging to be fucked by her partner. As she floated in the void of space, the fluctuations of god-like energies within Manasa's body began to push her growing body to the limit. At the point Luna was hopelessly engulfed by her immeasurably deep cleavage, Manasa Kali suddenly doubled in size, "Bigger!", then tripled, "BIGGER!", then quadrupled, "Grow, grow...GROW!"
The goddess' screams tore through the silence of the cold void, every moan accompanied by a more potent growth spurt. As Manasa expanded, her hands and tail reached around her, snatching planets and moons before they became too insignificant to account for anything, and one by one plunged them into her burning pussy, inserting them like beads from a box of sexual toys. That was it, that was the thought that impulse her: The cosmos was her to play with, the Solar System was her playground. It had been a long road from her place of imprisonment to her successful plan to ascend back to the plane of godhood, having destroyed and consumed all who had dared to stand in her way. Her father would be proud. "No!" she stopped, crying out as she rode an orgasm out when Uranus, Neptune and Pluto were successively inserted into her juicy honey cavern.
Manasa Kali wasn't ready to enter the plane of gods. The plane of gods was boring in comparison to this. No, the cosmos belonged to her now! She did not want to return it to the old balance, no, she wanted there to be a new balance. A defiant glare from her eyes set unto infinity told her peers to wait until she was done playing. Like a young girl with her new toys, she was not ready to let go. The dark goddess moved fluently, her body soaring across space, stars and more space debris smashing against her flawless body as she closed in with Sol. "You're the last one standing in my way," she growled as she appeared before the sun, floating above it with her boobs clearly making the giant star look a tad smaller, but it was still too big to be held in one hand. "How dare you," she recriminated, smashing her palms on each side of the star. An intense solar flare exploded around Manasa, one that would have wiped out the very Earth had it not become food and half a vaginal bead only minutes before already. "How dare you be so radiant and beautiful? To hold the cosmos hostage and make it circle you for eternity? It's preposterous, it is a blasphemy!"
But her yells weren't receiving reply. It was, after all, only a dumb concentration of heated up gas. The fact her half-sister Manasa Devi received worship instead of her had always bothered her. The fact this Sun dared to be larger than her at one point made her furious. "I'm going to fix you," she declared, digging her claws into the surface of Sol like someone wetting their fingers on a bowl of hot soup. Manasa growled, prompting to use her entire body to resist the heat of the sun. She smashed Sol against her chest, feeling the tingling burns against her sexy melons as she gripped that ball of raw and beautiful power in her greedy hands. The more she stared at it, the more pissed off Manasa became. It was clear that her new cosmos would have to do without a sun. "Yes, I shall be all it will ever need!"
Her crimson red eyes became blind to her fury. Her growth had enabled her to surpass the sun, and destroying it would mean the irrevocable death of the system, but she did not care. Her mouth tentatively opened, her wet tongue grazing her lips as Manasa delighted herself in anticipation. "You will help me!" and with that, she crammed the melon sized ball of fire into her mouth. Her powerful jaws engulfed it easily, able to accommodate to objects much larger than her own head. As Manasa's mouth closed around the star, absolute darkness became the monarch of the annihilated Solar System. Manasa Kali could feel the raging fire fight for its freedom as she swallowed, sending it to its new home in her stomach. The element of fire was violent, untamable, never ceasing to consume; it was a perfect claim for someone as perfect as she was. Her body was forcing it to submit, to commit its strength to her cause, to fuel her plan to take over. She blacked out from the intense surge of power.
Manasa lied dormant for hours, her body processing what she had consumed, making her larger and larger. She turned bigger and grew at unprecedented speeds, filling out the empty space which had once been Sol's system. Manasa's body could only be measured in light-years, and even in her sleep it overtook the neighboring systems, only adding to her swelling bulk. Every breath she took forced her voluminous chest to rise, and even little movements like those sent anything near those galatian mounds into oblivion, crushed by their incalculable weight. Yet Manasa slept, dreaming of her victory, arousing herself with memories of her ascension. She didn't want it to end. Her subconscious was as obsessed as every other facet of her being was with absolute dominance and conquest. She wanted it all, forever, to be hers. The selfish thoughts of the goddess were not only fueling her arousal, but were actually activating her will, expanding it out of her mind and into the rest of the galaxy she was consuming. "Everything should be mine. Everybody should answer to my every whim..." she whispered in her sleep, the galaxy shifting to accommodate her innermost desire.
Manasa Kali woke up to a flash of white. She was floating in absolute darkness, yet something in front of her crimson red eyes caught her attention. Flashes of white, tiny little solar systems, all swirling together, approaching and leaving her at once. She twirled and looked around to witness the marvel of cosmic architecture. Two shiny full circles surrounded her amazing body. "No, these are not circles. This is is..." the words trailed off her lips. Manasa Kali finally smiled with the joy of a sixteen year old in her sweet party as she realized why she saw the systems vanishing behind her and appearing in front. As if she was an immaterial ghost, the systems were moving in and out of her only to circle back and repeat their process; those weren't circles, they were part of her symbol. She wasn't a ghost; she was part of that symbol, the very center of the symbol in fact. It was infinitum; the Ouroboros.
"I am infinitum..." she expressed with vanity and pride, feeling herself without interrupting the flow of energy. Whenever she titled or moved, the symbol followed her in perfect strides, and she knew whatever or whoever lived in those systems were glad to be alive. The dark goddess had returned all who had perished back to life, to new bodies, to new existences. She could feel the Solar System was back in its place, and she could listen to all those worshippers honoring Manasa Kali with unwavering passion and devotion. She had delivered them to a new, transcendental state of being after all. Their endless worship turned into power, food that Manasa was only too excited to receive. She binged on their positive energy, overwhelming the universe with her presence. Other gods and goddesses had become frivolous and obsolete; she had earned the right to alter the cosmos unto a system of her own design, with her as its center and only important piece.
Manasa Kali had reinvented the system, one that would satisfy her insatiable hunger, one that would fulfill her divine calling for absolute control. The dark Naga goddess was finally free from her obligations, and only her whims would matter to the balance of the universe from now on.
To eternity.
The End.