Food of the Gods
** All usual disclaimers apply here. If you're not old enough to be reading
these sorts of stories, then don't. The formatting is kind of shoddy and rushed
but oh well. I plan on working on this more later and definetly adding sequals.
Any feedback is much appreciated as this is my first story of the genre. It
was primarily inspired by many late nights of getting stoned and looking
at the worksd of Gideon.
Well, nothing else to say here. Enjoy the story!
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Isn't it funny how things work out sometimes? You probably wouldn't know
it by the look of me now, but I never was much of a horse person... but
for the simple sake of telling the story, I'll spare you a boring introduction.
It all started a couple of months ago when I was on a vacation down in the Yucatan.
It wasn't a particularly sunny or clear day, but it was nice enough. I'd been staying
in a decent cheap hotel. Not a five-star resort or anything like that, but not a roach
haven one might find in the area.
I hadn't planned on any treks into the jungle or anything like that... to be honest,
snakes and jaguars scared the hell out of me. But no, I was just planning on a few quiet
days away from the office spent on the beach, preferably sipping cold Corona and just
generally relaxing. One morning, however, everything changed.
On my first morning there, I woke up a little disoriented. This wasn't the ceiling of my
room I was staring up at... and then I remembered: Yes, I'm on vacation now.
I knew the path I'd taken wasn't on the map, but I didn't expect to end up as lost as I was.
The jungle was not the first place I wanted to be, but being on a horse as massive as the one
I'd been riding made it a bit easier to stay calm. Still, the thought of being tackled off my
mount by a hungry jaguar clung to my mind.
In actuality, I did find it pretty strange how at-ease I was with the situation. The nameless
Clydsdale didn't seem to be in the least bit concerned... in fact he marched along confidently
as if he knew right where he was going. Though I still didn't believe in any of the local legends,
it was beginning to seem more and more unusual that this horse, a behemoth even among its own
breed, had appeared inexplicably in the stables just days before my arrival and was now ambling
its way casually through the jungle as if it knew exactly where to go.
I was startled as the gigantic steed stopped, snorted and stamped a hoof on the ground, almost
as if to say "We're here!". I looked up as he began to plod forward into the mouth of a small cave.
I thought for sure it was too small to accomodate his height and mass, but it almost seemed as if
the hole in the ground opened wider as we entered.. Without any sign of hesitation, the stallion
began to descend deeper into the cave, deeper down into the ground, deeper into the darkness. I sat
silently on his back where I had been for the past few hours feeling the solid rhythm of enormous
muscles driving the titanic beast.
Surprisingly, the air didn't seem to belosing its fresh jungle aroma as we left the outside world far
behind us. Though I still couldn't see anything, I still felt calm and comfortable atop the giant
draft-horse that had led me here.
Suddenly, we stopped again, but this time, I heard a voice,"Ah, very good... you've brought him."
"Who's there?" I called out into the darkness, and was answered by several torches igniting around
an immence chamber of the cave.
The ceiling of the cave was easily a hundred feet above my head even while atop the steed. I didn't
see anybody else in the chamber, but I was sure I'd heard a voice. Then, in a flash of white light,
a robed, hooded figure appeared in front of me. Almost immedietly, the Clydsdale knelt down so I could
climb down off his back. Finally back on my feet, I steadied myself and looked on at the short robed figure.
"I am Archon Jazek Laquin," the figure said,"and I suppose you're wondering why I brought you here."
"Er... sort of," I glanced up and back at the horse who was standing relaxed behind me. "Is he yours?"
"In a manner of speaking," the figure replied,"I took him from a wild heard in a land far to the north of here."
"Wild herd? I kind of doubt that," I said,"There aren't any wild Clydsdale heards in any countries north of here."
"There are wild herds north of here... of course he didn't look like he does now when I first took him," the
figure said as it tooka few steps toward me,"He was quite large among the herd, but quite small compared to his
size now. I changed him to serve as a demonstration for those who would be interested in becomming members of the
Gaurdian's Circle."
"Gaurdian's Circle?" I said confused,"I don't quite understand."
"I will explain then," the being said,"Long ago, both man and beast would offer their bodies to merge together and
become greater beings with the purpose of preserving the balance of the world's Elements. They were given
unimaginable strength with which they were to complete their tasks, and rewarded handsomly as well. Now, the
Gaurdian's Circle is all but disbanded. No Mosaics exist anymore... they've all either passed on to the next plane
or fallen into obscurity after this, our main temple, was buried underground by the Dekt Nah."
"Who are the Dekt Nah?" I inquired beginning to understand a little more.
"The Dekt Nah are those who would exploit and destroy the Elements," the archon explained,"they would upset
the balance and destroy the entire world with their inconsideration. Now that we are in contact with the world
again, we must raise new Mosaics... new warriors to fight the Dekt Nah corruption and begin repairing the damage
they've caused."
"And this is why I was brought here? You want me to be one of your warriors?"
The being motioned to the giant horse and said,"He chose you because he sensed your willingness to help the world."
This all seemed so strange, but to tell the truth, it was getting very exciting as well.
"So, how exactly would I go about becomming one of these Mosaics?" I asked almost trembling as a million
possibilities raced through my head, the central theme being "unimaginable strength".
"It's quite simple, really," the archon said,"You must choose an animal to meld with, and then after you
become melded, I will further alter and enhance you as needed. We usually use jaguars because of their innate
power, and spiritual aptitude, but we've used snakes, birds, crocodiles and even the occasional tapir."
Immedinetly, I turned and pointed at the giant horse and said,"Can I meld with him?"
"I was hoping you'd ask," the archon said as he waved his hand through the air,"though we've never used
a horse before, he's already offered himself to our cause so now we don't have to find another canidate.".
A soft blue glow suddenly surrounded the stallion, and his gargantuan mass began to melt away as the being
said,"First, I must break him down into his most basic spirit form.... and then, the meld will begin. I'll
need to conduct a small test first to see how your body responds to the spirit Ambrosia. Oh, and you will
want to remove your cloths."
I shucked my boots, socks and pants off as I watched a little disappointed as the proud and gorgeous giant
I'd become so engrossed in over the past day quickly deflated from a ten-foot tall two-ton titan to a
skin-and-bones weakling, then vanished in a haze of energy.
"And now, it begins," the archon said as he took a few steps away from me and snapped his fingers. "You may
either kneel or remain standing.. .if I remember correctly, most prefer to remain standing."
The wall of the cave in front of me began to glow with a deep blue light and the torches' flames turned
from orange to blue. I stood trembling with excitement, not even trying to hide the bulge in my crotch as I
thought of what was about to happen. The energy rapidly built to a peak and shot out of the wall and hit me
directly in the crotch; it didn't take long to realise exactly why most prefered to remain standing.
It felt like a tremendous suction around my dick as what I would immagine was spirit energy began coursing
hrough it. The weird thing, though, was even with how incredibly arousing it felt, I went soft almost instantly.
I simply stood in rapture for what felt like an hour, but couldn't have been more than ten seconds, until I
noticed that the normal bulge in my breifs looked a bit fuller than usual. I moved my hand down to check,
and sure enough, there was more of me there.... more and more every second!
My heartbeat began racing as I just watched, mezmerized by the sight of my package quickly filling to capacity
and beyond. Even though all I saw was the outside view of white cotton stretching and straining far beyond that
for which it was designed, I could clearly feel everything going on inside. I could feel my balls rapidly
plumping up, becoming heavier and heavier as my scrotum expanded in kind. As the waistband of my briefs began
to come away from my stomach, I could see nothing but pink, rubbery, bulging flesh underneath.
It was getting quite tight down there, but the feeling was absolutely amazing.. Orgasmic didn't even begin to
cover it as my head expanded and struggled against the taut cloth of my briefs. I reached down and gave a slight
tug at my waistband, shifting my melon-sized package and feeling the real weight of it for the first time.
"Uuungh... feels so good," I gasped reverently as my genitals continued their glorious expansion, spilling out
more as its weight increased and pushed my strained underwear down and out.
Now my briefs were beginning to ride up to a severely uncomfortable degree and all it took was one good, hard
flex of the inner-PC muscle to finish the job. Though I still wasn't the least bit hard, my penis bulged up
immencely one last time before the cloth finally split and an avalanche of flesh spilled out.
My usual five-incher while soft had already swollen to a mighty fourteen inches long, eight inches around.
My balls, which were normally the size of small hen's eggs had already swollen to the size of coconuts. They
sure didn't show any signs that they were slowing down either so I spread my legs apart to accomodate the
massively bulging girth. As if on cue, veins began to distend along the surface fo my shaft and my big, bulbous,
softball-sized head began creeping towards the floor as a greatly magnified erection began to expand my dick further.
"It appears to be working," the archon said,"I'll begin the merge now."
The beam of energy focused on my dick flickered ever so slightly and changed to a lighter shade of blue. It
took a couple of moments for me to notice the difference in the energy, but I could feel a new sensation building
in my balls. Reaching down with both hands, I hefted my enormous tool and shuddered at the sensation of my balls
shifting. My erection seemed to have stalled as I grappled with my big, heavy, rubbery, two-foot cock. I was
about to set my hands on the monsterous head when a flash of light from the wall struck my scrotum. In about
four seconds, my balls went from the size of bowling-balls to basketballs, then just as quickly deflated back to
bowling balls.
I expected an orgasm to follow so I wasted no time grasping my dick between both hands, just below the head,
when something occured to me. Was my cock getting smaller again, or were my hands getting bigger? No, I could
still clearly feel and see that my cock was indeed growing... but my hands seemed to be catching up with it.
Not only that, but my forearms looked thicker too.
I took my hands away from my cock and let it flop back down over my balls. A tidal-wave of sweet electricity
washed through my body and it took me a moment to realise that not only did they not hang to my knees anymore,
other changes were beginning as well. I watched absolutely amazed as my stomach tightened up, forming into the
telltale ridges of rock-hard abs. My pecs began to fill out as well, and I could feel be skin stretching
comfortably as every muscle in my body began taking in the spirit energy and converting it to solid mass.
I looked up just in time to see another flash come from the wall and wash over my body. I blinked for a second
and almost jumped when I saw that a coat of fine brown horse-hair had spread over my entire body. Giving a sly
grin, I flexed my right bicep, watching it bulge up to the size of a softball and continue expanding slowly. Pushing
both hands together as hard as I could, I delighted in the feeling of my chest and shoulders bulging up and
bumping against my massive biceps.
My attention was then caught by the feeling of something pushing against the back of my grocery-bag sized balsac.
I reached down and gave my bulging thigh a squeeze and gasped with delight as my hand was met with solid,
expanding resistance..I looked back to see my butt ballooning up into a small mountain as the muscles in it
quickly filled outward... then I noticed yet another odd development. A foreign lump had popped up right above
my butt.... I watched it as it grew, and felt an increasing preassure back there.
It took only a second of pondering before my curiosity was quelled by a thick plume of long black hair
bursting out right above my ass. I was melding with a horse after all, that meant I'd be hung like a horse,
bulked-out like a horse and of course have a tail, and...
*CLOMP-CLOMP*
I hadn't even noticed my tonails growing and fusing together into two hooves, but there they were. I couldn't
keep my head down for long though as my chest continued filling out with huge, heavy slabs of swelling muscle.
Even my neck began to thicken up to compliment my overall bulk. I looked back at my arms and was a bit surprised
to see that I'd kept my hands..
"These should prove useful," I thought with a sly grin.
Feeling another shift in the energy, I attempted to look down again and was surprisingly able to. My neck had
lengthened slightly but still continued to thicken. As I turned my head to look back again, I felt something
brush against my right shoulder. Reaching back with a hand, I felt along plume of hair cascading down my
still broadening back. Mane? Check.
Now, the beam of light shining on me changed again, going from a dark blue to a light green. Somehow, I knew
exactly what was going to happen as I looked down my nose, feeling my face stretch forward. My ears lengthened
and began to move upwards to the top of my elongating skull as my muscular expansion slowed. I blinked as
another flash hit my body and was instantly met with a new perspective of vision as my human head completed its
transformation into a horse's head.
The beam changed one last time to a bright clear white as I felt several snaps and pops of joints re-adjusting
themselves to my new physiology, and then the light faded.
I stood heaving heavily, the cavernous barrel of my chest rising and falling with each breath. I looked down
at my left hand, and balled my fingers up into a fist. Thick, ropey tendons strained and swollen muscles bulged
up in my forearm. I placed my other hand on my forearm and squeezed slightly. It felt like it was made of liquid
steel.
"Th... this.... this is unbelievable," I panted aloud as I began feeling myself over... every inch of my titanic
equine bulk.
"There, the meld is complete," the archon said then paused for a moment. "If you need a few moments to readjust
before we begin the second part, just let me know."
My heart nearly skipped a beat as I looked at the archon and said,"Second part? You mean there's more?"
"Well, you're just over twelve feet tall and you weigh about a ton and a half by your modern measurements from
the meld alone," the archon said as he walked around me slowly, looking my new body over. "But, you see, you're
going to need to be a great deal stronger in order to complete some of the tasks for which you've been called
upon... and besides, this ambrosia well usually supports twenty or more Mosiacs. We can't hold ambrosia here for
too long or we'll be noticed and attacked by the Dekt Nah. We'll be giving you as much as you can hold in that
new body of yours."
My eyes must have glazed over for a second at the thought of being "a great deal stronger" than I already was.
As it was, I could easily pass for a god. Every muscle in my body shone clearly and my chest must have been ten
feet around at very least. It rose and fell like a mighty bellows with each breath I drew and exhaled, and thudded
noticably with each beat of my great heart. A depth and resonance the likes of which I never immagined before
coursed through my body and veins could be seen everywhere.
Looking back and down, I saw the enormous bulge of my butt at the bottom of the cliff-face that was my back,
forming a curtain of my tail that hung down to brush the backs of my calfs. My hooves were about half the
circumference of satellite dishes.... not the new kind either, the /old/ kind.
I turned my head to the front again to survay the scene and rubbed a hand from between the two huge mountains
of muscles on my chest to the top of the rocky bulges my stomach had become. I stopped before I reached my joy-
department and just looked. I'd been so absorbed in my growth that I hadn't even noticed the equine qualities
which my genitals had taken on. Two watermelon-sized bulges hung heavily at the bottom of a sheath which ran up
to the middle of my abs.
Considering my overall size, I wasn't /too/ impressively endowed. In fact, it seemed to scale with the rest of
my body, if not a little generous. Oh well, there was a second stage after all.... perhaps there was a third.
Seeing as how my legs now supported the entire weight of my upper-deck bulk, I wasn't as surprised at their
thicknessas some might be, my thighs being a good six or eight feet around at least. The final part of the
transformation had broadened my hips considerably, but my thighs pressed tightly against eachother with how
I was standing..Thinking quickly, I lifted a hoof from the floor of the cave and set it back down as carefully
as I could. With only a very slight thump, my weight was now redistributed and I stood proud, thrilled at how
well I could control my bulk.
The archon's voice broke my trance as he said,"Now I feel I should tell you, this part is a good deal more
intense than the meld itself was."
I snorted out of what felt like instinct and said,"Right now, I'm ready for anything."
"I'm going to start off by giving you the standard dose of spirit energy for one of our Mosaics, then I'll
stop and see if you feel you can handle more," the archon said as the wall in front of me began to glow again.
"Oh, and if there are any special features you'd like added, let me know now."
"I'll let you know if I think of anything," I said, already considering the possibilities.
The archon nodded then said,"Prepare yourself."
I formed two fists and held them at my obliques, flexing my arms and chest in a classic body-builder pose. The
torches in the room began to dim slightly and a low hum was heard comming from the network of crystal veins
in the wall I was facing. I could feel it getting closer and closer.
"The power..." I breathed through gritted teeth as I felt my sheath stretching slightly.
I knew my stiffness would be short-lived, so I closed my eyes and threw my head back, giving a rough horse-grunt
as I felt my mane cascade half way down my back. Even the slightest touch now registered as pure pleasure as
the hum I'd felt before began to build again. I lifted my tail off of my butt and flicked it slightly, shuddering
at the feeling ofit settling back down against my back side. Every sensation, every touch, was so much more vivid
and intense now. I intended to keep my eyes closed through the process and just feel it.
"And here we go," the archon said.
He gave a final wave of his staff and a bright, clear blue light washed down and over me. My eyes immedietly
snapped open and my knees nearly buckled as I gasped for breath.
"Yes.... YES!" I roared as the hum of power peaked and every muscle in my body bulged.
It took all of my will and concentration to remain standing as pure spirit power pumped through my already
titanic form. I stood, my knees shuddering, gasping raggedly for breath as my body was filled to its capacity
with hot liquid steel.
I stumbled slightly as I was caught off-guard by the sudden increase in upper-body weight. Struggling through
the sensation of it all was an immence task, but I did manage to lift one hoof off of the floor of the cave and
drop it back down with a thunderous *BOOM!^. The entire cave shook for a moment, but I was stable again.
I looked down again, back at my forearm. Deep grooves were forming between each bulge of muscle, tendon and vein.
In fact, if I looked closely, I could see new networks of veins shooting up through my skin and immedietly inflating
to try and accomidate the immence load of blood required to power my ever-expanding muscles.
I moved my hands out of the way and survayed the scene down below, finding much the same thing in my chest. The
same two huge mounds of muscles I'd seen before were still there, but were now crowding eachother so much that
the noticable groove between them was now gone, buried between the huge, vasular mounds that had swollen so huge
I couldn't see my stomach or groin below them.
I then felt something creeping up my stomach, and I leaned forward slowly so I didn't loose my balance and saw my
cock getting its fair share of the growth the rest of my muscles were experienceing. My sheath was filling up
rapidly, broadening across my stomach and bulging forward as my cock swelled within. My balls swelled in kind,
stretching my scrotum further and further outward. Already the size of medium pumpkins, but where quickly
approaching the size of beach-balls, bulging and churning, seeming to help power my growth.
And then it stopped. The beam of energy from the wall to my chest faded and so did the fire in every one of my
muscles. I simply stood dumbfounded for a moment, and then my hands were immedietly all over myself, feeling every
vein, every mountain of iron permiating my horse-god-like body. I lifted a hoof again, still trembling from the
sensations that had faded just seconds earlier and re-set it carefully on the ground.
I looked up to see that I hadn't gained any height, and back to see the huge twin-mountain my butt formed under
my tail. I reached back with one arm and gave it a good, hard slap, grunting with pleasure at the shere feeling
of it. Not so much from the slap itself, but from the feeling of the muscles of my arm rubbing against my broad,
flared deltoids.
"That was a standard dose of spirit ambrosia," the archon said,"I must admit you grew quite a bit larger than a
normal Mosaic does with that ammount.. Your body is responding much more intensely than most do for some
reason.... none the less, we will continue. This ambrosia needs to go somewhere afterall."
Without warning, the wall began to light up again, only this time swirling witha mixture of blue, yellow and red.
Celestial light washed down over me and I snorted, tossing my head and mane as I felt the pump begin again.
"More..." I groaned almost unconsiously as I rubbed my hands down my once again expanding arms and around my
chest. "MORE!!"
This time, I could feel my limbs stretching out, my height increasing, the ends of my mane and tail slowly rising
up on my back and legs. I looked down at my forearm, expecting to see my massively pumped muscles stretching out
to a more proportionate build with the enlargement of my skeleton... but if anything, they were bulging up and out
from my frame even more than before. My hooves were spreading out on the floor of the cave, which was getting
farther and farther away.
This was insane! It felt more intensely energizing than my most vivid dreams... so much POWER!
Taken by a feeling of raw, primal superiority, I neighed mightily and threw my arms in front of myself, flexing
as hard as I could. I was immedietly pushed back as my chest and arms exploded with size. The light in the wall
dimmed as my entire upper body sucked the energy in and expanded by nearly twenty-five percent. My arms were
suddenly so massive that I had to fight to keep them against my sides and my chest now billowed out in front of
me so far that it was the only thing I saw when I looked down. I could feel my abs push up against the back of my
cock and had to steady my knees again as my still-growing dick was pushed against from all sides for a second.
Not to be outdone, the muscles in my lower body responded with their own growth-spurt as the weight above sky-
rocketed. I was so overmuscled that I could barely move, but the feeling of it was more than worth it. I simply
stood in euphoric daze as my skeleton completed the 1-2-3 progression, drawing in its own chunk of ambrosia to
grow to the point where I could move again.
The spirit energy didn't seem to realise my predicament and continued filling my muscles up and way over what
nature intended... if nature intended a being such as myself to exist in the first place. Veins continued branching
off veins and popping up under my skin and I just stood watching, drinking it all in. I knew I would end up
balanced out in the end, so I didn't worry. I simply relished in the feeling of being so impossibly massive.
My neck was the only part of my body that was still reasonably mobile, so I took the opprotunity to look myself
over again. The shere magnitude my muscles had expanded to made the initial meld look like nothing. I also noticed
that my height had increased to the point where my tail, which had been almost resting on the floor of the cave
before, now hung down to just above the backs of my knees. My legs had doubled in length and had quite possibly
quintoupled in girth because of my little flex before.
Feeling oddly inspired, I tested the mobility of my arms. Muscle still rubbed against unyeilding muscle, but
adequet mobility had returned so I reached back and wove my fingers through my tail. Within less than a minute,
I'd braided the great plume neatly and tied it off with a few pieces of hair pulled from my mane. Now, insted of
cascading over my immencely ballooning buttocks, it hung off to one side. I lifted it up and flicked it slightly,
trying to land it squarely in the groove between the twin peaks. After several attempts, and after sizing up the
muscles used to move my tail by several fold, I finally managed to get it to stay in the crack.
Satisfied, I looked forward and groaned at what I saw. Ballooned out in front of my thighs was an immencely
bloated bag containing two orbs each the size of the record-breaking pumpkins you always see in record-books.
Leaning forward ever so slightly to look down over the rise of my chest, I could see that my cock hadn't gained
nearly as much mass as my balls had. In fact, it looked like it'd dropped below scale with the rest of my body.
Thinking back to the first part of the transformation, I realised what I had to do. Pausing for a moment to take
a deep breath, I clenched down and eased into a inner-pc flex.The familiar sensation of something creeping up my
stomach returned and I became concious of a new muscle that I'd forgotten male horses had. Another quick inner-pc
flex followed and I gently eased my cock back into its sheath with the retractor muscle. Within moments, my cock
was right back up to scale with the rest of my body.
Numbers and measures had long since left my mind, replaced by one of the most basic primal masculine urges. All
that mattered was getting bigger, stronger, and more well-endowed.. My mind swimming in testostorone-driven rapture,
I wondered what it had felt like for the horse I'd melded with when he was suddenly taken from his herd and pumped
up like Iwas being now. Surprisingly, a memory popped into my mind and began to play out.
It was a memory of the horse's. He was standing watch in the late evening, protecting his herd as they grazed when
the mares suddenly startled. He turned and saw the archon standing there, and was about to charge at the stranger,
when he felt a strange tingling sensation flooding his body. Knowing full well what was happening to his body, he
pawed at the ground and stamped his broadening hooves a couple times to call his mares back. Paranoia forgotten,
they gathered around, all watching in awe as their stallion quickly grew into a supergiant.
For some reason, this was incredibly arousing to me. Alpha males always had to be the strongest... so what
happened when they were suddenly empowered well beyond nature's original plan? This was something I wanted to
see more of.
"Stop..." I rumbled but stopped, slightly startled at how deep my voice had become.
The shroud of energy that had enveloped me suddenly lifted and the archon said,"Yes? What is it?"
"I want to be able to make other animals grow," I said as quickly and concisely as I could,"I want that power..."
"Then it will be given to you," the archon said as the field of power descended on my body again.
I stumbled slightly as the pump began again... this was almost getting to be too much. Just the feeling of
the growth was becomming so arousing that I wondered how long I could hold off jacking it. My hands were twitching
a bit and I had to tell myself to hold off on the inner-pc flexes for a moment. I'd managed to push up several
sizes larger on my frame than before so I felt I could take a quick break and see if any other parts needed manual
tweaking.
I then felt something new... a different kind of preassure building up in my balls. I looked down and saw my
balls pulsate once, then twice, then begin lazily expanding as the rest of my body slowed down again. They were
stretching my balsac tighter by the second when I became consious of the feeling that my cock had run into
something. I leaned back slightly and saw it pop forward, then slap against my chest. I was a bit confused at why
my dick had gotten so big all of the sudden. I began pulling back gently with my retractor muscle again, attempting
to ease it back down into its sheath.
My body seemed to have other plans, though. My balls shifted as the bumped into one-another in my thick, tightly
stretched scrotum and I instantly felt a rush of fluid begin from down below. In a split second, my penis bulged
up from base to tip and precum began burbling out like there was no tomorrow. Not even trying to restrain myself,
I wrapped one hand tightly around it, feeling it throb mightily in my grasp. I gave it a few quick strokes and
attempted not to splash myself as it continued to splurt precum in a stream that reminded me of a garden hose.
"Could I have your attention for a moment," the archon'svoice suddenly said as the pump stopped again.
"Yes?" I stammered, cock in hands, barely able to speak.
"I've brought a horse for you to test your power on," the archon said and motioned towards a faded grey
stallion standing at his side. "His genes are exceptional and must be passed on through the wild herds,
but his age is catching up with him. He needs to be re-vitalized."
"B... but how do I...?" I said then felt a twinge in my balls.
I looked down to see my weather balloon sized scrotum being filled out once more. I moaned loudly and
reached down to test their weight. Bending forward far enough to get my hands under my scrotum was nearly
impossible thanks to my gargantuan torso and how low my balls were now hanging. Though I knew they must
have weighed a ton each by now, I felt no more strain than I would have lifting my old balls back in my
human body. Even though each hand was barely big enough to balance each ball on. I could feel them bubbling
and churning as they expanded ever so slightly more, then came another rush of fluid. This felt much, much
different than before though.
"Ambrosia..." I moaned as I grasped my cock firmly and fell to my knees.
As if driven by instict, the old grey stallion limped towards me, standing shakily beneath my enormously inflated
phallus. I began to stroke slowly and firmly. A few drops of precum fell on the stallion's back and I could see
him shudder visibly as it vanished, absorbed straight into his body. My eyesight was acute enough to see that even
with the relatively small ammount of ambrosia/precum that had hit him, he was standing more steadily and each one
of his muscles seemed a just a bit firmer. Even his coat seemed to darken ever so slightly as he began turning a
circle in place, as if testing to see wether or not my treatment was working.
I heard the stallion snort slightly as he turned back towards me to watch as my hand continued to stroke, bringing
me closer and closer to the ultimate release. More and more precum began gushing from my immence dong and the
stallion stood shuddering with pleasure as it rained over him. I watched, becomming more and more excited as I
could feel it getting closer. He was growing and evidently enjoying every second of it... when he turned to the
side, I could see inch after inch of his own arousal snaking its way out of its sheath. It continued to fill and
swell until its growth seemed to stop, but actually had only slowed down. It too was growing now and finally, the
sight and sensation of it all became too much for me.
My balls tightened up and sent a torrent of splooge down the tube of my staff. I quickly placed one hand just above
the head and blocked the thick stream of pure ambrosia that shot out. A second and third quickly blasted my hand
and fell like a small waterfall onto the stallion's back. I neighed mightily as my orgasm continued, but felt the
flow slow down andI looked to see my that my balls were about half the size they'd swelled up to and were still
slowly deflating back down to something a bit more "normal" for my physique.
My cock was beginning to fall back to limpess as I knelt in the small pond of what appeared to be my own brand of
ambrosia. The stallion was soon sporting a set of basketball-sized balls and a four-foot cock that continuiously
pumped larger and larger shots of cum all over his chest as he lay soaking in my ambrosia in what seemed like a
constant orgasm. I knew this was only the beginning though.
"Heh... just wait a second," I said slowly as I watched the stallion intently.
It wasn't long before the horse was rolling around on his back, writhing uncontrollably and grunting extatically
as his muscles grew thicker, denser and heavier on his enlarging body.
I grinned slyly as I got up off my haunches and stood full-height once again, still feeling the surges of power
coarsing through my entire body.I looked down, startled to see that the entire puddle of ambrosia was gone. The
stallion was still on his back, but it seemed as if he'd stopped growing and subsequently, stopped ejaculating,
laying in a small pool of his own cum. His cock had fallen limp on the ground just shy of his forelegs and hadn't
even began retreating back into its sheath yet.
"He shouldn't have any trouble passing on his genes now," I said as the stallion lay heaving on his back afterwhat
was undoubtedly the most intense experience of his life.
"Indeed," the archon said,"Your own reproductive organs have been modified to produce and distribute ambrosia."
"So, I don't make any sperm?" I said.
"Not at the moment,"the archon said,"But you still can if you really want to. Just concentrate on whichever one you
need at the moment and you'll produce that."
I looked down again to see that the stallion had finally returned to some sort of consiousnes. He rolled onto his side
and carefully rose back up to his hooves, adjusting his stance to accomodate for a hugely inflated chest and another
new and substantial mass in the rear. His rickety old structure had been rebuilt and blown as far out of proportion
as the horse that had brought me into the cavern. His once faded grey coat had gone to a sleek and shiny jet black,
and his once ratty mane and tail had re-developed into great white plumes not unlike me own, but not quite as large.
Luckily for him, the curtain of his tail over his immencely ballooned buttocks and the shere mass of his thighs hid
he size of his balls for the most part. His cock had deflated back to a length of about three feet and sat firmly
against his chest, partially erect.
"Can he produce ambrosia too?" I asked watching as the stallion struggled to turn his head back far enough to gaze
at what seemed like a grocery bag with two watermelons stuffed inside.
"Yes," the archon said,"I doubt any mare in the world could accomidate his mass now, so he'll produce enough
ambrosia to allow whatever mare he mates with to grow nearer to his proportions."
"So, whenever he rails a philly, she'll grow too?" Iasked.
"In a nutshell, yes," the Archon said,"Now I'm going to send him back to his herd. You've still got a bit of
growing to do, so here we go."
As the superstallion vanished in a haze of energy, I felt the pump begin once more. I moaned loudly put my hands
on my lower back and pushed, feeling my spine crack in several places. Everything I did, every simple motion felt
like such a rush of power. I didn't know how I even felt alive before.
I looked up at the ceiling of the cavern and noticed that it didn't seem to be getting any closer. This was acually
a good thing because I could easily reach it with my hands. It was then that I noticed my musculature seemed to
have dropped down slightly in proportional mass with my skeleton. That was quickly changing, though, as even more
ambrosia was pumped into my body.
I continued moving my ever-thickening arms around a little to make sure I could still more. Even though I knew I was
well over a hundred feet tall, my gargantuan musculature was beginning to crowd itself inside my body and my range
of motion was lessening again.
Suddenly, I felt something new. Looking closely at my arms, I noticed that the muscles had finally stopped expanding.
Indeed, the pump seemed to have left my body, butI could still feel ambrosia being loaded in. That was when I reached
down and felt my balls.
Sure enough, they were swelling again, but this time something happened that I didn't expect. My scrotum felt like
it was beginning to tighten, as if it couldn't grow anymore, but it was getting heavier as my testicles expanded.
"Ungh..." I grunted,"So much preassure..."
The preasure was getting so intense I could barely move, then I shuddered slightly and snorted loudly as my cock
popped out and my hands instinctively flew to it. I began stroking quickly, but not feverishly. Precum began burbling
up from down below again but the preassure continued to increase.
"Just a little more..." I heard the archon's voice say.
I continued stroking my giagantic staff, feeling more and more precum flow as the preasure began building to an
almost painful level. The preasure in my cockhead was building to an extreme degree as well, and I watched mezmerized
as it continued to bulge up larger and larger.
"I don't think..." I grunted through deep gasps for breath,"Ugh... I don't think I can go much longer."
"And that's the last of it... right now," The Archon said as the pump suddenly stopped, the preassure peaked and
I shot a jet up at the ceiling that shook the entire cavern.
I fell onto my back as my knees suddenly refused to hold me up anymore. I fell onto my back, giving my self an
extreme faceful and painting the wall behind me. I only remembered two more blasts, then I passed out. My senses
finally failed me and I fell into black, screaming in extacy.
I opened my eyes and blinked a couple of times to try and clear the haze from them. I was back in my bed in my
hotel room it seemed. Taking a deep sigh, I closed my eyes once again, feeling a pleasent tingling sensation in
my genitals.
"Ah damn..." I mused as I stretched my arms out over my head and glanced over at the clock,"Got to admit that was
one hell of a dream though."
The clock read 7:28AM so I figured it was as good a time as any to get up and take a walk around the town to see
what all was out there. I sat up and threw the covers off my lower body and was about to swing my feet over and down
to the floor to stand up when I felt a weird weight at my groin. I glanced down casually...
"Holy shit!"
Seeing an enormous and foreign bulge stretching white cotton of my underwear, I quickly stood up and pulled them
down. Two apple-sized balls and a dick that was clearly several sizes bigger than the one I had the day before
flopped out and hung proudly on display and most certainly attached to my crotch.
Without a word, I reached down and put one hand underneath the newly enormous organ and lifted its warm, heavy,
rubbery weight up for closer inspection. It was incredible! It felt like it weighed almost 5lbs and easily topped
13" long, its girth resembling that of a large cucumber. There was no way one hand would fit around the thick shaft,
let alone the head. I also noted with some curiosity that the arrangement of the veins across its surface looked
identical to the way they had been before, only much much bigger.
"So fucking big..." I whispered reverently as I cradled my massive member, feeling a slight tightening across
its entire length.
Pecker in hand, I quickly made my way to the bathroom. Even the feeling of the air rushing over its surface as I
walked, and the vibrations caused by my footfalls sent pleasent tingles throughout my entire body. It was so sensitive,
I almost wondered how much fun I'd be able to have with it before it gave out on me.
I pushed the door shut and looked into the mirror. Standing sideways, I was able to watch the entire process of a
greatly magnified erection. The first thing that happened was an overall lengthening of the whole thing; the head began
plumping up as well and moving closer and closer to the floor. Already, it was at least four inches longer and when I
reached down to lift it up again, its unexpected weight caused it to slip out of my hand and slap against my thighs.
"Ungh..." I grunted and stumbled a little as an unusually intense jolt coarsed through my body.
I could feel the preassure building as my spectacular erection finally began to gain rigidity and rise up into the air,
looking like it had already gained an additional four or five inches in length and girth.
Thinking quickly, I stepped over the rim of the tub and pulled the curtain shut. Just in time, too... a thick drop of
precum burbled up and fell from the 1/2" long slit, landing with a splat on the clean white porcelain almost two feet
in front of me. Turning slightly to the side so as not to bump my still hardening member against the wall, I turned the
hot and cold water then slowly squatted down and sat.
I shuddered as my balls came to rest on the cold surface of the tub and my dick spouted another, larger blob of precum.
With a quick flick of the wrist, I turned the shower on and waited for a couple seconds before perfectly warm water washed
down over me and my immense manhood. I spread my legs to make room for my equipment, marvelling at the fact that I had to
do so.
In hindsight, I probably should have been a little more prepared for what happened next but I was still a little new
to the ranks of the ridiculously well-endowed. The feeling of the water cascading up and down the entire length of my
pecker quickly sent me into a dizzying sexual haze. Precum began spurting out at a steady flow and dribbled down the
underside of the shaft onto my balls.
For a couple of seconds, I just sat staring at my tool. It had to be around 20 inches long now, thick as the hitting end
of a baseball bat, standing proudly straight up in front of me. With an excited gasp, I fell with my back against the back
of the tub and threw my hands around my cock. Grasping it firmly, I was surprised that it didn't feel quite hard just yet.
It felt solid and heavy, like a huge rubber dildo, and was clearly supporting its own weight, but it wasn't as hard as I
expected it to be.
Just as I was about to start jacking away, I became aware or an odd sensation down below. Moving my immense pole to the
side, I gave another gasp. My balls were swelling again, and not slowly either! Already the size of apples when I stepped
into the shower, now they were now nearing the size of bowling balls and rapidly expanding.
Pushing my legs apart, my balls surged out to the size of soccer balls and bumped the apple-sized head of my cock right
up against my mouth. Who was I to say no? It was mine after all.so I crammed as much of the head as I could into my mouth
and sucked sharply. The result was a jet of fluid shooting up from my balls, only it wasn't cum...
My entire body quaked and quivered as one shot turned into a steady stream of fluid that blasted straight down my throat
and instantly caused that familiar tingling sensation to wash over my body. All of my muscles were suddenly on fire and my
chest bulged up right in my face. My balls pulsated one last time and when the orgasm finally hit, my transformation was
complete.
Thankfully, I only gained about a foot in height and maybe 50lbs of muscle over my entire body as I morphed into my
half-horse form. This meant, I wouldn't have to leave the shower to have more fun. My massive tool had fallen back to a
thick and meaty 16" long by 9" thick limpness over my pumpkin-sized nutsack and I cautionsly stood. looking down at myself.
Knees bent, taking up barely half of the wide tub, expanded genitals keeping my thickly muscled thighs spread apart. My
entire body was shiny with the water of the shower, veins and muscles clearly showing... this looked extremely hot.
"Wow... this is fucking great," I murmured and stared down dumbly at my slick and glistening form. It took me a
moment but I noticed my hooves stood with a good deal of room to the sides. "Looks like I've got a little room to grow."
Instantly, every detail about my transformation ability, every limitation, capability and possible instruction of how to
activate them flooded into my mind. My testicles were now ambrosia factories capable of inducing both large-scale
temporary transformations and permenant but slower growth. In my normal human form, the only detectable difference is
my balls, formerly the size of medium hen's eggs will now sit at the size of normal kiwis which keep a constant,
steady, self-sustaining flow of ambrosia flowing through my body. I no longer have to eat or drink to stay alive, but
any food eaten or drunk is broken down into ambrosia and stored.
With one mental command, I trigger the production of ambrosia in my balls. This first release concentrates in my
genitals and expands my balls to produce more ambrosia and then expands my cock until I stimulate it enough to come.
The kind of the ambrosia I produce is all controlled by thought as well. I can have the formula grow muscle, overall
size, enhance sexual characteristics and transform myself. Deeper in thought, I spied instructions for even greater
abilities, such as raising other Mosaics myself. There was more there, but I was slowly pulled from concentration by
the sensations of the shower.
Looking down, I gritted my teeth and gasped with arousal as my balls began to lazily throb outward once again.
They were absorbing mass from the water in the shower and quickly increasing their ambrosia-production capabilities.
I began panting slightly as I reached down with a shaky hand and lifted my big, floppy cock up in front of me and
began to roughly stroke it under the hot water, grunting as my balls bounced and swelled in my sack. My breathing
fell to ragged gasps as my cock hardened to an immense 20" inches long and my balls pushed insistantly passed the
size of twin medicine-balls. As my arousal continued to build, precum began to gush from my swollen head like a
fountain, carrying with it ambrosia.
I continued jacking away forcefully as my balls ballooned to the size of two watermellons, stretching my ever-bloated
scrotum to the size of a plastic grocery bag. Even with how sensetive my ballooning beefstick was becoming, I found
I could issue a command to keep my orgasm at bay for as long as I wish, under one condition...
*THUMP THUMP* My balls pulsated once, then twice, then stopped expanding for a moment. Another command began shooting
more nerve-endings to my increasingly bloated head as it quickly passed the size of a honedew melon, I kicked the ambrosia
production off and began down a different path.
As the sensation continued building to unfathomable levels, a warm tingling spread through my balls, then it began.
I launched into a frenzied fit of stroking, my chest and arms bulging with power as my muscles used up the last bits
of ambrosia in my system to build their strength just a bit more. I'd need it too... my dick was easily the size of a
fire-hydrant and at maximum hardness, stick up in front of me and over my balls.
As the heat continued to build, I could feel my balls slowly swelling, this time stretching my scrotum as a large
fountain of hot, thick precum began a garden-hose intenseity eruption from the end of my pole. Muscles bulging and
thickly veined, I stood furiously stroking my enormous pole in the shower. Heaving and panting as my balls continued
to push outward against my increasingly stretched sack. They almost reached my knees now and the flow of precum had
began to taper off a bit as my head swelled up one last time.
When the orgasm finally hit, all I could manage was a low, gutteral rumble as I slowed my rhythmn down in time with
each enormous pump from my obscenely exaggerated balls. SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT each shot of several pints of thick,
gooey cum over the wall sent indescribable waves of pleasure through my body. My balls continued pumping not unlike a
heartbeat and I noticed that with every shot of my now 30-second orgasm, with every spasm of my cock, my hands were
holding a bigger and bigger mass.
A minute of constant orgasming and my cock had pulsated up to a quarter again its former erect size, and my balls just
kept on pumping. Pumping and panting and heaving and swellingandshootingandpaintingthewall...
"Ugh... UNGH... UUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH......." my balls squeezed up one last time and my cock spasmed and swelled for
one final five-second finale.
With one final deep sigh of the steamy air, I sank to my knees. My scrotum, now about the size of a fully stuffed
yard-size garbage bag, rested heavily in the tub and taking up nearly half of the space in it. Two balls the size of
large pumpkins sat nestled against eachother. And my dick...
Even with my nearly ten-foot tall, massive and musclebound frame, my dick was simply immense. Just under six feet
long and perhaps five feet around, it sat against the wall, slowly deflating from a near five minute period of orgasm,
ejaculation and expansion. I watched as it slid gradually down the slippery, cum-soaked wall and slipped into the corner,
finally coming to a rest at about five feet long and a foot around of meaty, rubbery mass. I simply sat on my haunches,
letting the hot steamy water wet down my sweaty, glistening, cum-soaked form.
After about fifteen minutes of enjoying the afterglow, I stood confidently up, reached out of the show and picked up
a full pack of soap, I then retrieved a towel, held the soap in one hand, crushed it to a paste of soap, then wrapped
the resulting soap-ball up in the towel. After I wet it down, I proceded to scrub myself and the shower clean. It didn't
take long, thankfully, and was effective at washing all the evidence down the drain.
Stepping out of the shower, my pendelous package leading the way, I yawned deeply and grabbed two dry full-sized towels.
After lazily drying myself off, I hefted my dick up over my shoulder and slowly cracked the door, looking out into my
room to make absolutely sure nobody was there. Finding the coast clear, I stepped back to open the door, then left the
hot and steamy bathroom for the cool air-conditioned environment of my room.
"Wow... I could really get used to this," I chuckled as he manuvered over to the door.
Again I cracked the door open and looked outside, then quickly slipped a "Do Not Disturb" sign on my door handle. I then
locked the door, satisfied, and turned to examine my room from my new point of view.
Instantly glad I'd sprung for the king-sized bed, I made my way over, and first hefted my junk up onto the clean quilt,
then laid myself down to rest. Glancing at the clock, I chuckled again both at the absurdity that I'd just spent well over
seven hours in the bathroom "experimenting"... added to that the fact that in order to sleep on my side, I ended up
straddling my balls between my knees and using my dick almost like a body-pillow.
Oh well, it was mine after all. After yawning deeply and calmly sending my balls a couple of instructions, I closed my eyes
and simply rested in extacy as I inched dick out a little more, giving it a little more girth in its flaccid state. To keep
from getting horny, I funnled the excess ambrosia right into the muscles of my thighs and ass to get them up a little
more equal to my upper body's bulging mass.
Knowing that sleep will return me to my human form, a plan begins to form in my head. Grinning wickedly, I reached for an
empty margarita pitcher on my nightstand and picked up the head of my dick. It was a big difficult to line up my dick-hole
perfectly with the pitcher, but once I did I turned on the trickle and watched as the pitcher was slowly filled with
ambrosia. Once it was nearly full, I reached down and very carefully stashed it in the mini-fridge.
"That should prove to be fun later..." I thought to myself as I settled in for a brief nap, plans in my mind of going
out later that evening. "I'll have to try and see if girls like to plan too.."
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