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For heat to move, convection must come into play. Conduction and radiation are the additional means of transferring heat. When fluids are heated, natural convection takes place. The fluid expands and lightens as a result of the heated fluid molecules. While the colder molecules sink to the bottom, the heated molecules occupy more space and rise to the top. Then, these colder molecules warm up. Repeating the procedure. The convection current is the name of this cycle. This is known as forced convection when fluids or gases are pushed by external forces rather than a change in temperature.
Convection in Water
You may have noticed that if a hot cup of coffee is left on a table, it will soon cool off. Heat loss to the environment is what causes this to happen. So, when two physical systems exchange thermal energy or heat, it is what is meant by ‘heat transfer’. Heat is, therefore, transferred from the hotter body to the colder body when there is a temperature difference between the two bodies.
When water is heated in a container from the bottom, the water at the bottom heats up and loses density. As a result, low-density water rises, and cold water from the side or above fills the empty area. This is done repeatedly until all the water is boiling.
A fluid or gas particle will often be transported from one location to another by convection currents. These are brought about by variations in the densities and temperatures of a particular gas or fluid. The difference in temperature between the two fluid components allows the heat energy to be transported through convection. Hot fluids tend to ascend, whereas cold fluids tend to sink due to this temperature differential. A convection current is produced as a result inside the fluid.
Convection of Heat
Thermal expansion happens as a result of a fluid being heated from below. The lower, hotter layers of the fluid become less dense. Since the colder fluid is denser, we know this. The hotter, less dense portion of the fluid rises because of buoyancy. And the denser, colder fluid takes its place. When this component likewise heats up and rises to be replaced by the higher, colder layer, the process is repeated. Through convection, heat is transmitted in this manner.
Examples of Convection
This occurrence takes place in the daytime. Both the water and the land become warmer due to the sun. The water absorbs a lot of the sun's energy due to its higher heating capacity, yet it warms up considerably more slowly than the land. As a result, the land's elevation raises the temperature above it, warming the air in the sky above it. A low-pressure region forms over the land near the shore because warm air expands since it is less dense than cold air. Over the water, pressure is still pretty high. The air flows from the sea to the land because of the difference in atmospheric pressure.
Both the land and the sea start cooling down when the sun sets. As the heat capacity of the land is different from the sea, it cools down quicker. Thus, a low-pressure situation develops over the sea as the temperature above it is higher when compared to the land. Due to this, the air flows from the land to the sea which is termed the land breeze.
Water Convection Space
Water is related to ‘convection’ as in the case of ‘water’, energy is transferred through ‘convection’ while in the case of ‘space’, energy is transferred through ‘radiation’. Hence, ‘Space’ is related to ‘Radiation’. Therefore, we can say that water convection space is the convection of water through space i.e., heat radiation.
1. What is convection?
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2. What is convection current?
Ans: Convection currents are caused by variations in fluid density brought on by temperature gradients. A natural convection current is a phenomenon that arises from the constant replacement of the heated fluid in the vicinity of the heat source by the adjacent present cooler fluid.
Convection must be employed for heat to flow. This occurs when heat is transferred by the movement of gases or liquids. Natural convection occurs when fluids are heated. The heated fluid molecules cause the fluid to expand and become lighter. The heated molecules take more space and rise to the top, while the cooler ones sink to the bottom. These cooler molecules then begin to warm up. Performing the process again. This cycle is known as the convection current. During a sea breeze, a low-pressure region forms over the land near the shore because warm air expands since it is less dense than cold air. Over the water, pressure is still pretty high. The air flows from the sea to the land because of the difference in atmospheric pressure. During a land breeze, due to the variations in heat capacity, the land loses heat more quickly than water. As a result, the sea has a considerably greater temperature, which lowers the air pressure there. | EDUCATION |
Explore how the relationship between electricity and magnetism work to power an electric motor.
In the same way that electrical current creates a magnetic field, the reverse is also true. In this activity, your students will build electric motors that are enabled by magnets. This hands-on experience has real-world application, as all electric motors in our lives come from this basic principle.
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Thirty minutes later, the President took a deep breath and stepped up to the podium. "My fellow earthlings, we are not alone..."
EARLIER THAT MORNING
Joe Van Peebles sat quietly at his desk operating the set of dual joysticks on the console in front of him much as he did everyday. His eyes were fixed towards the giant display that took up nearly half the wall opposite his desk. The only sound other than the low hum of the computers around him was the morning news quietly playing on the small TV he kept on the wall. It helped him feel connected to the outside world when he would sometimes spend 14 plus hours a day in his office, mostly by himself. The death of Harry Tasker was still the biggest news story, but Joe figured something else would pop up and take over. It always did. Occasionally his boss Randy would barge in, already talking to him as the door opened. Today was one of those days.
"- an honor to have a person of your notoriety. Hey Joe, we've got a guest! I'd like you to meet Buzz Aldrin, this guy is no stranger to the moon. He wanted to come by and take a look at what you've got going on here."
Joe didn't get many visitors in the Lunar-9 rover control room and he usually liked it that way. But meeting a legend that had actually set foot on the moon was an exception. He tried not to be starstruck as he shook the hand of the legendary astronaut. "Nice to meet you sir," Joe said, trying to sound as confident as he could. Randy had left and it was just the two of them.
"Quite the setup you've got here," Buzz quipped. "A long way from what we had in the 60's. They tell me you control that rover up there entirely from this desk?"
"Uh, yeah that's right. It sounds more exciting than it is. I use these joy sticks to drive it around. The left is for forward and reverse, the right is for turning. I mostly just take pictures of flags and pick up rocks though honestly. You want to take her for a spin?"
"I think I would. Probably about the closest I'll get to ever going back there at my age," Buzz said with a laugh.
Joe was surprised how quickly the old man showed an aptitude for the controls. He was cruising around the lunar surface like he was right at home. Maybe in a way, he was, Joe thought to himself.
"What the hell is this thing?" Buzz asked, pointing at what looked like a robotic glove on the console next to the joysticks.
"Oh, that controls the manipulator arm. It's based on a failed video game controller from the 80's but we refined the design. It reads your movements and transfers them 1:1 to the arm located on the rover. It's pretty cool, but we really only use it to pick up rocks. Nothing too exciting."
"Hmm," Buzz said quietly. Joe watched as the old man positioned the rover so that the earth was in full view of the big monitor. He put his hand into the manipulator control glove and raised a single finger. The image and sound of Buzz Aldrin laughing hysterically as a robotic hand on the moon gave the middle finger to all of earth was something Joe would never forget. The fact that the president was talking in the background about lowering flags for Harry Tasker at the same time just added to the ridiculousness of the situation unfolding before him. He couldn't help but join in the laughter. "Hey kid, this little toy you got is all right! I love it! Anyway you could get a coffee for an old man?"
"Well I'm not supposed to leave this room when anyone else is in here but I think we can make an exception for Buzz Aldrin. Promise me you won't break anything?"
"Scout's honor," he said with a smile and a wink.
"Be right back!" Joe said walking out the door.
Alone in the office, Buzz's eyes became fixed on the replay of the President's speech from yesterday about Harry Tasker. Such a shame, a real hero taken away so suddenly. His hand casually came to rest on the right control stick. He barely noticed the camera on the lunar surface was moving until a lone American flag came into view. He sat staring at it for a moment when a smile began to creep its way across his lips. You're never too old for a little fun he thought to himself as he looked over his shoulder and grasped the controls.
"Never too old at all, heh heh." | STORY |
Rumors were one thing, but when Bryn began suspecting things were genuinely getting out of hand, she had to do something about it. People had been discussing it behind their back, mostly because no one wanted to actually take responsibility or initiative, but for the longest while, Bryn figured that the idle gossip was just that: idle gossip. It certainly didn’t reflect reality in any meaningful way, nor could it given how exaggerated the tales were. Despite this, the amazon would be forced to confront the harsh reality that, perhaps, what she was hearing about her friend Valeri wasn’t that far removed from what was actually happening; while they certainly weren’t kicking buildings down or uprooting an entire park’s worth of trees, a cursory exchange of information with a select few individuals was enough to let Bryn know that something was definitely wrong with the way Valeri was handling her transformations.
As a friend, and someone who considered herself a good friend, this stung two-fold: first, that Valeri hadn’t confided in her, and second, that she herself hadn’t done more to try and help someone who was clearly too embarrassed to ask for any help to begin with. It couldn’t be easy for Valeri to be “blessed” with the kind of power that she was either; the young woman was already enormous by most people’s standards, courtesy of both her genetic heritage and the ungodly amount of exercise she put in on a weekly basis at the gym where the two of them met, so for her body to then expand on this immense baseline was… difficult.
Difficult because it made it all-but impossible for her not to destroy things around her unless she spent most of her mental resources pulling her punches, difficult because it made thinking about anything in particular that much harder; hormone storms weren’t exactly the best place to be in should one want to make reasonable decisions, especially when one wasn’t ready for them. Bryn herself was depressingly familiar with this reality, having a transformative issue of her own; hence why she figured that, above anyone else, she would be the most well-suited to help Valeri through what had to be one of the hardest periods of her life.
Granted, getting the other gal to actually admit that there was a problem was a chore in and of its own; as Bryn expected, her friend wasn’t about to just say that she needed help, not when doing so would require opening herself up to potential disappointment. Again, a sad state of affairs that Bryn was all-too familiar with, and one she insisted on battling against regardless; it was important, now more than ever, that Valeri know that there was someone out there who they could trust, someone who would stand by her regardless of what happened, no matter how many times they hulked out or how much damage they did to their surroundings.
It took several attempts, and even then it fell down to Bryn practically ambushing Valeri in the showers, blocking her exit and demanding to know what was happening that left her so nervous; by that point, the other amazon wasn’t even bothering to hide it, and stories of what had happened when she lost control in public had become commonplace amongst the gym-goers. The only reason charges hadn’t already been pressed by a half-dozen or so people was precisely because the transformations weren’t deliberate; Valeri was safe from being prosecuted in so far as it was clear she had no real control over her changes, though even this had its limits.
One could not expect a shifter like them or Bryn to be at the mercy of their own biology, and it was required of folks like them to learn how to control their impulses just enough that they could consciously control their ability to transform. In Bryn’s case, it was simple enough in that, as long as she wasn’t exposed to the light of the full moon, there was nothing to worry about anymore; whenever she turned into her bestial form outside that one special time of the month, it was by default fully controllable, with her keeping her human mind perfectly intact.
Valeri, however… was not so lucky. From what Bryn had been able to ascertain, the changes that had taken place had been unexpected, brief, but highly destructive, with Valeri seeming to hulk out without any explanation before going on a short rampage and then eventually calming down, returning to her human form. So far, none of the people involved with her knew what the root cause of it was: not the police, certainly not her physicians, not even Valeri herself. This left an opening that Bryn could exploit, for lack of a better word, an opening she could go through and offer her expert opinion on. There would be, however, no scientific methods, rigorously studied and determined, to be employed there; no, Bryn was doing this as Valeri’s friend, and as their friend, it was their duty to do their utmost to help them in whatever they needed.
She made sure to make this as clear as possible when the two had a heart-to-heart in the showers, at the end of which they were in one another’s arms, bawling their eyes out and declaring a great number of things which were best left unrecorded for posterity. Valeri didn’t go so far as to explain the reason for her unfortunate incidents, but she did accept an invitation to stay at Bryn’s place for a few days, something the werewolfess figured should be enough of a springboard to let her find out what the real issues were. It couldn’t be that the accidental hulking-outs just happened, there had to be a reason for it; hormonal imbalance alone wasn’t enough to trigger a transformation, there was almost always something specific that happened that led to it taking place. For herself, it used to be more than just the full moon; Bryn distinctly remembered a time when just feeling pissed off enough was all she needed to start growing bigger and furrier all over, and it took a significant amount of introspection and meditation for that to stop.
It made her a better person because of it, and looking back, she could tell her “new” her was someone she liked far more than she did her older, more “rebellious” self, who was little more than a loudmouth who happened to be big enough to back up their blustering. But Valeri… she wasn’t like that. She was a sweetheart, and Bryn knew she wouldn’t hurt a damned fly even if it killed her; the same couldn’t be said for her altered state, but then again, the same could be said for everyone’s altered state if they didn’t have the training needed to keep it under control. So, when she got home that day, Bryn spent some time proofing her house against what might very well be a destructive series of growth spurts; she didn’t want them to happen, and some small part of her wanted to believe they wouldn’t, but not taking precautions would be beyond ridiculous at that stage.
Corners had to be ground down into rounded edges, cutting implements had to be locked away, and the second door on the right in the first floor landing was bolted shut and reinforced with a few additional planks for good measure; those were expensive toys, and Bryn would rather tell a white lie about it being “under renovation” than risk losing several thousand dollars’ worth of high-grade materials during a rampage. It took a long while, enough so that she wasn’t even done by the time Valeri came knocking at her front door; the werewolfess had to make do with the assumption that her friend would just decide not to check the attic, because goodness were there a lot of unmarked boxes in there that might have stuff she needed.
Sweating, exhausted, but with a smile on her face about as wide as it physically could be, Bryn bounded down the stairs to welcome her friend in, being faced with a very surprised-looking Valeri, whose first words out of their mouth were asking her how she could afford a place like that. It was unimportant, the hostess insisted, at least next to their “gals’ night” that she had absolutely, totally planned and not just improvised on the spot; they were not to engage in impromptu therapy, but to just hang out, and if at any point Valeri decided to do anything else, then Bryn certainly wasn’t going to say no.
And, for a while, things progressed exactly like any regular visit would, albeit with significantly more creaking of springs on account of couches just not being built for people like those two; it was a combination of hard work and nature’s blessing, sure, but that didn’t suddenly make steel more resistant, or the upholstery more welcome of two amazons whose bodies were honed to the point of perfection and beyond. Ultimately, this was what puzzled Bryn above all else: Valeri was just like herself, in that they clearly had the patience to take a natural advantage and then work on it until what they had was mostly the fruits of their own labor. They would’ve been able to be of above-average size and strength even without any extra working out, but the fact that they went out of their way to exercise regularly and sharpen their competitive edge further had granted them a body that most people could only dream of.
Clearly, this meant Valeri had the discipline, the self-control, and the determination to… well, do just that; it made it surprising, and somewhat bizarre, that they would then develop a crippling inability to control themselves for no apparent reason, and despite her insistence that she didn’t want to dig any further than Valeri allowed, Bryn couldn’t just let go of it. Not just for everyone else’s sake, but for her friend’s as well; this unfortunate situation was very clearly taking a toll on Valeri, seeing as they, sitting on the couch and watching a bad movie, were far more relaxed then than at any point Bryn had seen them in the past few months. A weight had been taken off their shoulders, at least temporarily, but would very likely be placed right back onto them the moment Valeri stepped out of the house or left in a few days’ time; perhaps the two could steal some peace out of the cosmos when they were still there with one another, but apart from that, it was anyone’s guess.
Nevertheless, the best way around this was to just do nothing. Paradoxical as it may seem, Bryn knew Valeri better than anyone, enough to know that if she did poke and prod, she would only lock the box harder in the process; the simplest way of getting her friend to open up and be honest about things was to simply provide an environment in which they felt like they were safe in opening up, and part of this involved respecting boundaries and letting the other side take their time. Thus, the werewolfess took the opportunity to treat the “gals’ night out” with about the exact degree of seriousness it deserved: none.
It was a chance for her to unwind as well, for the two amazons to forget about the humdrum monotony of the daily grind and just have some fun: watch a shitty movie, play some games, engage in some deliciously scandalous gossip, the works. It didn’t matter what happened, so long as they enjoyed themselves; it was just that, in the process, it became clearer and clearer that Valeri was getting closer to saying something that she knew would bring down the mood, yet was also more than certain had to be said, for her sake if nothing else. Still, it took long enough that, by the time it was shared, the two were already getting ready to go to bed… at which point, Valeri very conspicuously followed Bryn into the latter’s room, rather than the guests’ one.
Sensing an opening, the latter did nothing to stop the former; if her friend wanted the closer company of a warm body for the night, then werewolfess wasn’t about to say no, especially during such a critical moment in their night; maybe, if she played her cards right, Bryn would find out what was causing all of Valeri’s transformative problems, at which point the two could have a proper heart-to-heart, resolve their issues, and hopefully work together towards a solution. Nevertheless, they mostly worked in silence, changing clothes for their nightly ones and doing their best not to deliberately ogle at one another; not that they weren’t aware of what their bodies were like, given the communal showers at the gym, but it felt… different.
It was one thing to bathe after a long workout, covered in sweat and just wanting to get rid of it at the end of several long hours; it was a public place as well, so even in cases where they were the only ones in there, it still served as a limiter of sorts, constantly reminding them that, at any time, someone could walk in. There, however, in the privacy of Bryn’s home, the chances of that taking place were downright non-existent, and it being a bedroom didn’t make things better either; there were voices in their heads, voices which were always there and had to be constantly pushed back to avoid having them take over, voices which made it difficult for the two women to focus on what they actually had to do.
Voices that told them that maybe they should relax, get in bed together, and let fate take the wheel, along with copious amounts of hormones and the raw arousal of a million breeders put together and turned up to eleven thousand. Voices which made the prospect of holding one another throughout the night feel like the least they could do, the absolute tamest course of action possible, regardless of the fact that they’d never done anything of the sort before; perhaps it was animalistic attraction, maybe it was Bryn’s unique biology making the whole room smell deeply of pheromones whose sole purpose was to activate one’s libido, or perhaps, at the end of the day, they just cared deeply for one another and had long-yearned for an opportunity to make that as clear as they could, but had never quite gotten the chance to do so.
There, behind a closed door, itself behind a locked one, no one could interrupt them, no one could tell them to stop, and no one could really do anything to stop them from experiencing one another like they were always meant to… nothing but the ongoing issues which lay at the heart of the matter, strangling Valeri’s arousal with far too much regret and confusion for her to truly appreciate what should’ve otherwise been a transcendental moment. She hurt, and it wasn’t Bryn’s fault; thus, it was selfish to involve her friend in problems and matters that were of no concern to them, when it was entirely on her for being too weak to handle things herself.
Thus, when realizing that the two of them had been looking at one another for a good minute or so, Valeri yanked her head back down, forcing herself to stare at her pajamas before throwing herself onto the king-sized bed and promptly pulling the sheets over herself, lying sideways while facing the wall. Bryn, so convinced that they were close to a breakthrough, sighed quietly as she finished putting on her nightgown, figuring that she’d have a shot or two at breaking through Valeri’s defenses before having to concede and try to fall asleep. She didn’t lie down, nor did she tug on the sheets herself; rather, she sat on the bed, her back to the wooden board at the head on of it, with one hand on top of Valeri’s head.
They were warm, deliciously so, but that wasn’t why the hand was there; it was there to let them know that they were safe, and if please, if they wanted to talk to someone, please, they had Bryn there. No regrets, no concerns, no judgements; all Valeri had to do was talk, and her friend would listen, as things should be. It still took a while, as well as a couple of dry sobs that made it clear that opening up wasn’t just something the amazon could do; she certainly wanted to, and part of her kept yelling at her that she wasn’t being selfish for sharing, but downright idiotic for not doing so, but it was… hard. It was hard to leave herself so vulnerable, even when she knew for a fact that of all the people on the planet, Bryn was likely the one most qualified to help her; it wasn’t a matter of being intellectually aware of anything at all, but rather how it was processed and how she managed to power through it. Not the easiest task in the world.
“It’s when I’m mad.”
“Hmm?” Bryn automatically hummed back, surprised at the sudden choice of words.
“The changing, it… it’s when I’m mad,” Valeri clarified, slowly turning to face her friend with an exhausted look on her face, “I thought I could control it, but whenever I get pissed off, it just… it just happens, you know? Either that or when I’m scared by something; give me a spook and I’ll just fucking get set off or something, I dunno… I’m sorry, I sh-”
“Shut up, dummy.”
The words were stern, their choice deliberate, their tone even more so. The look Bryn gave her friend, however, was nothing if not supportive: a warm smile, one that spoke to them the words “It’s fine” repeated eternally, as if to make Valeri know that despite everything, in spite of everything, they were still safe. They were still okay.
“You don’t need to apologize,” Bryn carried on, “I invited you over for a reason. We’re friends, aren’t we? You don’t need to worry about being a burden; I’ll gladly carry you for as long as you need to go.”
“Bryn…”
“And if you cry, fuck you, so will I!” - there was already a tear forming in the corners of the werewolfess’ eyes - “So for your sake and mine, don’t. Just… ok, you say it happens when you get mad?”
“... o-or scared, yes,” Valeri eventually replied, sniffling slightly and doing her best to fight back tears; thankfully, there was something else entirely to focus on, “like one time someone crashed out of a window on the ground floor because another shifter had a spat, and I was so fucking shocked that I just transformed right there and then. Other times it’s just…”
“Stuff you used to be able to deal with, but now every time someone brings it up you just get so fucking pissed that you can’t help it?”
“God yes” - for once, Valeri looked relieved, her expression softening as she realized Bryn could truly empathize with an experience that was so dreadfully familiar and personal to her - “Like, I can’t even use the subway anymore? It was a pain in the ass and I always hated it, it was always fucking crowded and I couldn’t stand it, but every day I just sorta-”
“Grinned and beared it?”
“To some extent. Now though, just the thought is enough to set me off; I had to start walking to work, since I don’t really fit in cars that I can afford, and it’s been an absolute pain in the ass, let me tell you.”
“Which only-”
“Makes it worse, yup.”
“A pickle,” Bryn mused, still with a smile on her face, “but an actual pickle. It’s a thing, we can work with it; it’s not this… nebulous whatever, you know? Anger management is part and parcel of being a shifter, I used to be exactly like that until I took meditation classes. It was pain, especially during the full moon, but now look at me!”
“... I’m s-”
“Don’t” - Bryn punctuated this by giving Valeri a playful bap on the forehead - “Listen, this was good progress already, okay? We know what the problem is now, and honestly? Everyone has it, it’s not just you. It’s hard, it’s gonna take a lot of work, and I’m not gonna tell you that it’s just gonna be magically fine with minimal effort; we’re gonna be going at this for a while, and you’re not gonna see results for a couple of weeks at best, so we’re also gonna need to run some lifestyle changes, but trust me, Valeri.”
Bryn leaned forward, daring to plant a smooch on her friend’s forehead.
“It’ll be alright in the end. You just gotta power through.”
Two smiles. No words were exchanged beyond this point, though, in all honesty, any would just spoil the moment. It hardly mattered what either of them said when the promise made was already more powerful than anything else their tired brains could come up with that late at night; thus, the two amazons resolved to try and get a good night’s sleep, firmly believing that, come morning, they could start working on their grandest project yet. Valeri, in particular, went as far as to physically pull a one-eighty spin, going from facing the wall to all-but snuzzling directly into Bryn’s neck, the biggest and stupidest grin on her face. The werewolfess, for her part, gladly accepted her new role as the little spoon, doing her best to try and be the soft, warm, and inviting pillow that Valeri very clearly needed.
With that, they would eventually be lulled to sleep, their minds powering down and their bodies reaching a state of minimal equilibrium as they drifted off into dreamland, sure to find nothing but the best that their imagination could offer. And indeed, for Bryn, this meant almost immediately being plunged in the sort of fantastical sensual scenarios that she would never, at any point, reveal to anyone for fear of the embarrassment that it would cause… scenarios which now involved a certain someone glued to her in the real world.
Hers was a good night, and bound to be the best, had it not been for the unfortunate reality that simple words were not enough to fully turn Valeri over. The other giantess was certainly a lot calmer after the short conversation, and had fallen asleep truly and sincerely believing things were going to be better, but she was still herself, and she still had to deal with a great many unfortunate realities when it came to her fears and anxieties. It wasn’t the first time she had that nightmare, nor would it be the last as far as she was concerned; her fears manifested in one horrendous scene that she dared not speak of, not even to herself, a mental image of such terrifying power that to merely think of it would be enough to trigger a transformation.
She saw herself as she would be: an uncontrollable, mindless animal guided entire by rage and fear, incapable of holding herself in check no matter how much effort she put into it… and, in seeing herself so, she became such a beast, her body unable to prevent the “sight” from triggering a transformation in the waking world. Rudely awakened, Valeri went straight from unconscious to pissed off and bestial within a second, bypassing groggy and just merely “awake” to head right on down to the worst of herself that she could possibly be; moments after, Bryn would wake up as well, when her body felt like it was being crushed in Valeri’s grip, a yelp escaping from her before she realized what was going on.
“Valeri!” she shouted at the top of her lungs, no effort being made to conceal the terror in her voice, “Valeri, stop!”
It was no use. There was no Valeri in there, at least not anymore; if Bryn wanted anything to happen, she was going to have to take matters into her own hands… which was easier said than done, given that the amazon beside her was hulking out and already about twice as big as they normally were, the bed creaking menacingly with the sudden increase in weight. The thrashing would begin soon, both of Valeri’s hands clamping down hard on the werewolfess as the giantess made short work of the sheets, the mattress, the bed frame itself, grunting and groaning in agony as the visions continued to pour through her head.
Valeri was gone, but the creature that remained was still beset by the same nightmares, the same horrors that the amazon’s mind had cooked up, and as a result, it too suffered; it too was in pain, grimacing and begging for help in the only way that it knew how, leaving them to turn Bryn into a ragdoll with how easily they moved her around. Bryn herself was lucky that her body was as sturdy as it was, otherwise she’d have been looking at multiple torn ligaments or even a few broken bones; she was, thankfully, made of sturdy enough stuff that she survived the initial onslaught, seizing the opportunity granted by the small reprieve before the next one to wriggle free from Valeri’s hands and turn around to face the bestial young woman.
Sore all over and already feeling the pain from being handled as roughly as she had been, it was nonetheless critical that she keep her mind focused on what had to happen: namely, getting both her hands on Valeri’s face and squeezing it hard enough to control where it was looking at, forcing her friend to stare at her and nothing else.
“Valeri!” Bryn shouted, paying no heed to the fact that the hulked-out monster underneath her was already trying to pull at her back again in an effort to get her off of them, “Valeri, please, I know you’re hearing me! Valeri, stop! I don’t care what you’re doing, stop! You’re safe!”
It was a command as much as it was a request (or supplication, to be more accurate); appealing to some “better judgement” wouldn’t work on Valeri now that they’d completely lost control of themselves, but outright barking out an order might just do something. At least, Bryn recalled it worked for her back when she still had her episodes; it was precisely someone having the spine to step up and demand that she stop that forced her to do so, even if the rampage resumed a few minutes later when said person turned out to not really have a follow-up plan. But after what had happened that night, after all the effort the two went through to be honest with one another, Bryn wasn’t about to give up so easily. She may not have a plan beyond getting Valeri to stop, but she was good enough at improvising that she figured she could get away with coming up with one as she went along; thus, her continuing to grab hold of her friend’s face, with her own a mere inch or two away, her voice already hoarse from the effort of screaming so loudly.
“Valeri, stop! Everything is fine! You’re safe! No one’s going to hurt you! Stop!”
The expression of raw anger didn’t change… but the rest of the amazon did. Much like with the werewolfess herself, the other giantess suddenly stopped, her whole body freezing mid-motion; they weren’t at all more relaxed, with their muscles very clearly being tensed up and ready to go at a moment’s notice, but they had stopped moving entirely, giving Bryn a much-needed opening in which to do… something. There was no plan there, no multiple steps to follow once that break was accomplished; as far as the mistress of the house cared, just being able to put a stop to the budding rampage was good enough, with the issues that came with it only then becoming apparent.
But, as she stared down into Valeri’s eyes, as the two looked at one another as opposite sides of the same bestial coin, the more the obvious way out became evident; to a certain extent, Bryn didn’t want to go there, as it felt somewhat dirty, inappropriate even, to do so under those circumstances. On the other hand, they were in the same room for a reason, they had spent the day together already, and everything else pointed in that direction as well, as it had for a long enough time that it bordered on the downright ridiculous. In truth, if ever there was a time when Bryn was perfectly justified in doing something like that, it was right there and then. It was, ultimately, the best tool she had to put a stop to it all before it went truly out of control: a kiss.
It was so simple, yet it worked wonders. The two were already close enough that all it took was Bryn moving her head forward just the slightest bit for their lips to meet, at which point the outside world seemed to disappear into a haze, no longer important or relevant. Bryn was only vaguely aware of Valeri’s body finally relaxing, the throbbing musculature on the amazon growing softer and less vascular as the amount of strength placed behind each motion was slowly lowered until it reached levels that regular folk could withstand. Likewise, she only felt the tight grip lessen on her in a very distant sense, since it ceased mattering the moment Valeri returned her kiss; it was very clearly automatic at first, given that most of the giantess was still operating on instinct alone, but as it carried on, as the two kept the moment going, more of the amazon’s true self began returning.
Valeri was there again, banging against the sides of her cage, begging to be let out… before realizing that she was the one who was supposed to be in charge there, and outright blasting her way through the bars keeping her locked away in the back of her own head. It was her body, and she wasn’t about to have it be taken away from her, not at such a crucial moment; she wasn’t going to let a shitty goddamned nightmare get in the way of her and Bryn finally doing something that they’d be dreaming of for goodness knows how long, and she certainly wasn’t about to give up trying to fight back against her monstrous side.
She’d made a promise to Bryn, even if not explicitly, and now was her first chance to live up to it and prove that she could control herself, prove that she was stronger than her own impulses. So she fought, digging her way up from the very depths of her psyche, forcing her other side down and kicking it deeper into the pits whenever it tried to claw its way back up. She, Valeri, was the one in charge there, and if this primal half of her wanted to disagree, then it was welcome to try and dethrone her, because she certainly wasn’t about to give up the seat at the helm. Not now, not ever again, not with Bryn at her side and so willing to finally consummate their feelings for one another.
It was a glorious awakening, coming back to reality and finding herself in control of her own body again; or rather, it certainly would be, if she didn’t have better things to worry about. It would’ve been lovely to stretch out, to get up from her bed and to look at herself in the mirror, to admire her musculature and see how it rippled and bulged, to look upon herself and see the true picture of might. But that was nothing; anyone could do that, anyone could swing open a wardrobe door and use their eyes… and besides, she could do that at any point of the day, really. But there? And now? With Bryn in her arms, locked deeply in a tongue-filled kiss, moaning and murring as they practically begged for her to not go away again? How could she possibly deny this moment?
So she kissed back. For real this time, not just because her body was acting on its own and knew that it was “supposed” to return the kiss; she did so because she wanted to do it, because it was the right thing to do, because Bryn deserved it. She did it because her body was her own again, and no one would ever take it from her again; there might be lapses, sure, and it would be disingenuous to claim she’d never lose control again, but a promise was made to regain it at all costs, and a promise would be kept, no matter what had to happen. This, Valeri knew, and this, Valeri made sure to let Bryn know as well: through her arms, wrapped around them, through her lips, passionately pressed against theirs, through her warmth, shared.
She was calm. She was herself.
And they had the whole night left. | STORY |
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The general syntax of the ascii() function is as follows:
- object: The object that you want to represent as an ASCII-encoded string.
Here's an example to demonstrate the usage of the ascii() function:
string = "Café"
ascii_string = ascii(string)
In this example, the ascii() function is used to convert the string variable to its ASCII-encoded representation. Since the string contains a non-ASCII character (é), the ascii() function replaces it with the escape sequence \xe9. The resulting ascii_string will be "Caf\xe9".
The ascii() function is particularly useful when you need to represent non-ASCII characters, such as special characters or characters from different languages, in a way that is compatible with ASCII-based systems or when you want to escape non-printable characters.
Keep in mind that the ascii() function does not perform full Unicode encoding, and it is primarily designed for representing non-ASCII characters using escape sequences. If you need full Unicode representation, you can use the encode() method with an appropriate encoding scheme, such as UTF-8.
It's important to note that the ascii() function is different from the str() function, which returns a string representation of an object without performing any encoding or escaping. The ascii() function is specifically intended for creating ASCII-encoded representations of objects. | EDUCATION |
Amanda’s New Career Photomorph “You’re embarrassing me”
by Discord User Taijon#4423 Used with permission for this story The pen was running out of ink as she scribbled her name across the last page of the stack of papers. Sliding the entire pile across the desk, she chirped, “There, all done!”
The tall man across the table gathered the stack up into a nice neat pile as he leafed through them, ensuring each signature was proper in its place. Finishing, he clacked them against the desktop to smooth out the stack into a very trim pack. A quick binder clip secured them all together and they disappeared into his attaché case. Smiling warmly, he reached his hand across the table. “Welcome to our company, Amanda. I’m sure you’re going to love it here.”
She tried not to swoon as she reached out for his hand, her eyes leaving that gorgeous smile that just radiated good vibes that made her shiver. It was clear why this guy was their top recruiter. “So, um, what do I do now?” She asked a bit nervously, withdrawing her hand reluctantly.
“First? You go home and get a good night’s sleep. We’ll send the company van pool around to pick you up. Be ready tomorrow morning about seven. Dress comfortably.” He gestured towards the door, leading her out.
“Yeah, sure, that’d be great!” She stopped herself before she started to babble, taking the hint that he had other people to see and things to do besides deal with her awkward flirting.
Stepping out into the hall, she headed down the stairs all but skipping as she left the building. She didn’t even care that it was rush hour, and that it would take her an extra hour to get home. She had a job, and dear God was the recruiter cute.
She ticked off the perks in her mind. Good benefits, and the pay was nearly double the amount she’d been making doing crappy temp work as a receptionist. She wasn’t sure how the day was going to get better, but so far, it’d been the best day she’d had in a long time.
*** *** *** The traffic tried to spoil her day, anyway. It was very late by the time she got home. Her roommate, Christa, was already making dinner in the kitchen when she walked in the door.
“Hey, girlfriend, how did it go?” She asked, as she diced an onion behind a leftover mask and face shield from the pandemic.
“Nailed it!” Amanda bounced as she announced her news. “I got the job! A new job! No more craptastic temp work!”
“Wow, very cool!” Christa offered a quick air high five from across the room. They’d both been struggling to find decent work that was stable enough to pay the bills after graduation. Most months they barely squeaked by on minimum payments.
“So, um, how long ‘til dinner? I going to go get changed.” Amanda absently scratched at her thigh.
“Um, maybe seven to ten minutes.” Christa slid a tray of garlic bread in the oven to warm it up and dumped the onions into the warming pot sauce to cook. This always annoyed Amanda who preferred her onions fully cooked.
“Cool, be back in a few.” She dashed off to her room to change her clothes. The dress clothes had been feeling a bit tight and she wondered if it was bloating or if she’d gained a bit of weight. Probably her period, though it seemed a bit early. Maybe one less slice of garlic bread tonight wouldn’t be a bad idea on either count though. Throwing the clothes on her bed she scratched at her belly. She grumbled as she pawed through her closet to find something more comfortable for the upcoming unpleasantness. Settling on a strappy tank top and a pair of wide legged pajama bottoms. She slid these on and hurried back to the kitchen to help with setting the table. Absently itching at the back of her thigh.
“Dinner’s ready!” Christa called from the kitchen, even as Amanda finished setting the two place settings on the small table. It wasn’t anything fancy, just some pasta with a side of zucchini and some hot garlic bread, but it tasted good and more importantly it was cheap. They opted to pop a bottle of wine that they’d been saving since Amanda had landed the job and their prospects of making rent were suddenly a lot better.
After dinner Amanda washed up, while Christa flopped on the couch, nursing the remainder of the wine. The dishes didn’t take too long and she absently rubbed her belly a time or two between dishes, leaving a wet spot on the front of her pants. She dried herself as best she could on the towel and went to join her roommate.
Christa looked up as Amanda entered the living room. “Hey, girl, you feeling alright?”
Amanda grimaced. “Just a bit bloated.”
“Um, you look more than bloated.” Christa gestured at her.
“What? Are you calling me fat?” Amanda didn’t like it when Christa teased her about weight. She spent hours working out to keep her figure trim.
Christa shook her head. “Nah, girl, go check your pants.” She downed the last of the win and pointed.
Amanda looked down, sure enough the front of her pants was starting to press outwards. Clearly there was was more than bloating. “What the hell?” She slipped a hand under the band of her pants and reached down. Her fingers met with a warm bulge that felt very much like her skin.
“Um, Amanda, what’s going on with you?” Christa held a shaky finger up, pointing at her roommate’s head. “Your ears are like, um, growing.”
“What about my ears?” Ignoring the bulge in her pants for a moment she reached up and felt what had been her perfectly cute normal ear, complete with earrings. Touching where her ears should be she felt something alien to her. A soft fuzziness that stretched outward from the sides of her head. She almost lost it then. Her fingers felt the soft shapes continue to grow outwards, twitching under her touch as they began to flop slightly when she shifted. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she began to hyper ventilate. “Christa, what’s happening to me?”
Christa just giggled. “Um, you’ve got big ass ears. You know, they’re actually kind of cute.” Christa had a better view of her roommate though and she could see more happening from her spot on the couch. The most noticeable of these were Amanda’s toenails. Normally she kept them manicured beautifully, but now the paint was cracking of her nails as they stretched out. The normally soft natural nails hardening and darkening as they grew.
Amanda had stuck her hand back down her pants again, feeling the bulge that was there. It was growing larger now, pushing out against the elastic waistband’s ability to contain it. She forced her pants downward, fighting to pull the waist of her pants over the growing perturbance. With a grunt she managed to get the elastic to snap, letting the fleshy growth flop free. It was huge, about the size of a small watermelon and still growing. The flesh was pink, almost bubblegum like against her tan complexion.
At this point she barely registered that Christa was still watching. She didn’t care. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she hyper ventilated, just repeating “Oh God,” as she watched the growth continue to distend from her previously trim waistline.
Christa could see more, even as the pink mound bounced free of the pants, she could see the tone of Amada’s skin was changing. Where she’d been a rich tan, she now sported mottled blotches across her body. Hairs were starting to spout too, some black, some white, across her roommate’s hips and legs. In her drunken state she just watched, her mouth agape as the changes continued to consume her roommate’s features. “Ugh” Amanda moaned. “It’s so heavy” She struggled towards the couch, her elongating nails clicking on the floor, by the time she reached the couch and flopped face forward on to it, letting the growing mass sag to the floor, spreading her already growing hips wide around its bulk. She could feel it now, against her thighs, warm and supple and it felt very full. She dreaded what that would mean.
Christa slid off the couch, and behind her friend. She gaped at the strangeness that her roommate was becoming. A sharp snapping noise came, and the panties Amanda had been wearing snapped, revealing her nudity to her inebriated roommate.
The fur continued to spread, crossing her rump, and starting to creep up her back and shoulders. Above her ass, a thick corded tail began to grow rapidly until the appendage started to thrash back and forth. The real surprise was in the lewdness of her roommate’s cunt. Gone were the small delicate folds that she’d glimpsed while they showered at the gym. Instead, the mound pulsed outwards, their lips bulging into thick, heavy folds that dripped with feminine lewdness. They spread wide, welcoming, and their color mirrored that of the bulging sack that now rested on the floor below it.
Amanda had sunk herself into the couch, shaking as she felt her body shift and contort. Only her arms, hands, and face seemed unaffected by the changes that ravaged her. A small grace, perhaps, but she at least had something to be thankful for. She trembled with each additional spasm that rocked her body. She could feel the bulky udder that sat between her legs. The sudden pressing bulge and then a strange popping sensation as the skin thrust outward into a long tubular teat made her shiver with both fear and desire. A second, and a third. By the fourth she moaned loudly, but it only came out a low groaning noise that someone might mistake for a moo. She could feel her tail thrashing, as in anticipation of the final climax. Her lips were moist, she could feel the cool air on the broad expanse that lay exposed.
Groaning she heard her drunken roommate sputter “Oh, good God, girl, you have got to see this!” “What?” Amanda asked, confused as to what her almost forgotten roommate could be referring to.
“You have got, like, the biggest fucking cunt in the world.” Christa couldn’t help but snicker and giggle in her drunken state. A little mean perhaps, but the lewdness of her roommate’s growing flaps of flesh just tickled her.
“What?!” Amanda shrieked, her head lifting off the couch where it lay, her body splayed out behind her in a manner most lewd.
Christa was laughing now. “Hold up, I’ll show you!” She reached over and grabbed for something.
Amanda gave her a perplexed look. “Wait, what are you doing?” She asked nervously.
“Getting the selfie stick. Duh.” Christie said cheerily.
“Wait a second, why are you doing that?! Don’t do that!” Amanda yelled after her roommate, but she was unable to even shift the bulk under her, let along move away from her roommate’s diabolical intent.
“Hold still, you goof.” Christa plopped on the floor behind Amanda’s hips and pulled the stick out to snap a picture from a rather intimate angle.
Amanda howled in protest! “Oh my, Christa I can’t believe you’re about to do this.” She put her hand over her face in embarrassment.
“Say moo, Amanda!” The camera setting clicked. Christa hauled down the stick and grabbed her phone to check the quality of the picture. “Not too bad, roomie. You’re going to need a horse, or is that a bull, to satisfy that monster though.”
“I can’t believe you just took a picture of my naked ass,” complained Amanda. “Aww but it’s a cute furry cow ass. Here look.” Christa showed the phone to Amanda, revealing the full extent of her ongoing changes.
“That’s me?” Amanda gawked.
“Yeah, aren’t you just the cutest? I mean, the whole cow thing not withstanding of course.” Christa gave her a smack of the rump which made Amanda squawk.
A deep blush spread across Amanda’s cheeks. “Stop it, you’re embarrassing me. I mean, can’t you be serious about this for one minute?”
“Sure, but I want to get a few more pictures of your cute cow booty. For, um, posterity.” She dissolved into giggles over that even as the camera clicked again.
Amanda’s jaw dropped. “You can’t be serious. You are serious. Oh my God, Christa, delete those!”
Christa gave her a wicked smile and the camera clicked again.
“Why is this even happening to me?” Amanda whined, shifting her bulk slightly.
She got a shrug from Christa. “How should I know, you’re the one slowly turning into a cow. I mean, did you eat or do something strange today?”
“The only thing I did today was to sign my employment contract. You and I had the same breakfast and dinner, remember?” She gave a low moan as she felt the pressure starting to build up in her new udder.
Christa pondered a moment. “Hey, you never did tell me what you’re doing for your new job. So, what’s the gig anyway?” “Oh, I am supposed to be…” Amanda paused, a light of comprehension seeming to flicker in her head, “working for Miss Daisy Belle’s Dairy Farm.”
“You got a job with a dairy?” Christa snickered. “Well, I guess we know what your job is going to be there. You’re the cow.” She dissolved into more giggles.
“Yeah, so it seems. And here I thought I was going to be like the receptionist or something. You know, sit behind a desk, take calls. I was not expecting to find myself here on the floor…” she shifted and squeezed the new udder. “Leaking milk on the carpet.”
*** *** ***
The changes had begun to slow, her body adjusting to the new mass that had swollen between her legs, both front and back. Amanda pushed herself upwards, trying to stand. The udder swayed under her, heavily, forcing her to balance precariously on her new cloven hooves.
Christa finally stopped giggling and wiped the tears off her face. Realizing that her roommate needed help she got up and offered her an unsteady arm to balance against. Slowly the two of them moved towards the bathroom.
The mirror reflected a harsh reality for Amanda. It was very clear that her body from her midriff down was that of a Holstein cow. The fur even reached up to the nape of her neck on the back. Her breasts had even swollen some from the surge in hormones that now ran amuck through her body.
She stood there a moment, turning slowly from side to side, examining her new profile and the swollen milk sack that dangled between her legs. She was still cute, but the udder made it hard to say that about her lower half, it’s pronounced bulge would make a lot of difficulties for her. The first of which was the small droplets that were already spilling on the floor. She couldn’t believe this though. Her contract hadn’t said anything about her becoming a cow. But here she was, staring at her own bovine reflection, ready for the daily in a way she’d never, ever, expected to be.
Christa gave her a hand as Amanda turned about fully, bending forward to get a glimpse of the damage done to her fabulous ass. Shape wise it wasn’t too bad, though it spread wider to make accommodation for the new udder, and she could hardly look away from the giant lips that protruded between her thighs. They were larger than even she’d though given Christa’s earlier picture. They were slick too, she could feel them sliding against her now fuzzy thighs.
“So, what now?” Christa asked, starting to sober up finally.
“Um, I don’t know. I mean I can’t exactly call the hospital and go, hey I’m turning into a cow. Can I now?” Amanda shook her head.
“Probably not.” Christa looked thoughtful.
Amanda felt something rumble. “I think… I think I need to be milked.”
“Huh?” Christa looked at her, her mouth a bit slack jawed at the realization.
Amanda pointed down at the bulge that stood between them. “My udder, its sore, and I’m dripping all over the floor. I’m pretty certain I need to be milked.” Amanda looked down at the growing pool of droplets on the floor. “Yep.”
Christa gave her a confused look. “Um, so, uh, how are you supposed to do that? Don’t they have like machines to do that at the dairy?”
“Probably, I don’t know much about cows, remember? I’m a city girl. Regardless, I don’t have one here though, and I can’t exactly sneak on to a dairy farm tonight. I need it done.” Amanda put her hands on her hips, feeling the fur for the first time. It wasn’t soft, but it was smooth and dense, and it pricked slightly if she shifted her hands the wrong way against it.
“Uh…” Christa seemed to know where this was going and was searching for an escape.
“I need you to milk me.” Amanda said flatly.
“Um, what?” Christa started to pull back.
“Look, I can’t reach my, um, I guess they’re teats, I think.” Amanda said, gesturing at the flopping tubes that were near the base of her udder. “So, I need someone to do it for me. And since there’s nobody else here, that need to be you.”
“Shit. Me?” Christa swallowed hard.
“Yes, you. Hey, if I didn’t need to be milked this badly, I wouldn’t ask, but if you’re going to take naughty pictures of me, the least you can do is help a girl out.” Amanda could feel the pressure swelling against her insides. It was a new sensation. “By the way, that picture is to never be seen by anyone else.” Amanda gave Christa a stern look.
Christa caved and disappeared to fetch the small stool they kept in the kitchen for high shelves, and a bucket they usually used for mopping the floor.
Amanda waddled herself out to the couch again, trying to ignore the growing pressure and the line of small white drops that followed her hoof steps. She took a moment to get seated, making sure to shift her udder between her legs so that it hung over the couch’s edge, but this time with her sitting upright. She might as well be comfortable while this was going on.
Setting the stool down in front of her roommate, Christa gently put the small bucket under the udder near the teats. Given how large the udder was, and how low the couch really was, the udder half settled into the bucket’s making it a bit awkward. Christa had to shift it a few times before she could reach the bottom teats. Gingerly she reached out and wrapped her hand around the thick warm extension of her roommate’s newest appendage.
“Please hurry, this is starting to get really uncomfortable.” Amanda pleaded.
Christa licked her lips, nervous as she gently pressed her fingers tighter and pulled down. She almost jumped as the first spurts of milk shot out and splashed into the bottom of the bucket.
Amanda moaned a little. “Oh, that felt good. Do it again.”
“You better not be creaming over me touching your cow titty.” Christa snapped.
“No promises.” Amanda retorted.
That elicited a perfunctory “Eww.” From the milking Christa.
“Hey you were the one interested in my cunt earlier.” Amanda chided her.
“Okay, okay, fair enough, yeah I think your new pussy is pretty.” She pulled down again, releasing another stream of milk.
“That flapping monstrosity?” Amanda asked, an eyebrow raised.
It was Christa’s turn to blush. “It’s not a monstrosity. It’s really kind of, um, hot.”
“You’re kidding me.” Amanda’s eyes rolled.
“No. I kind of, um, do some pumping myself. I think it’s a great feeling, and I’m a little jealous that you’ve got a natural puffy to play with. It always feels so good when I’m pumped up like that.” She had never admitted her kink to her roommate. Amanda stared at Christa who continued to steadily release streams of milk into the bucket. “So, you’re telling me, you think I’m hot?”
“Uh, kind of, I guess.” Christa admitted a bit sheepishly.
Amanda sat quietly for a bit, thinking. The only sound was the sound of milk hitting the side of the bucket and the occasional spray into the growing pool at the bottom. “Um, Christa.” Amanda started, “I don’t suppose, you, would, um, be willing to teach me a little about what it’s like to have a big pussy, would you?”
Christa’s eyes lit up. “I can do that.”
Amanda shifted; she could feel herself getting wetter. The couch was going to need to cleaning. But she was horny, and while she had only dabbled in a few threesomes, she really wanted release with someone. Learning Christa thought she was pretty was making her feel special, and right now she needed that.
It took a while but Christa finally finished milking enough of Amanda’s udder that she no longer felt full. The teats were a bit sore though and Christa slathered a bit of Vaseline on them before helping Amanda stand up again.
*** *** ***
Slowly. she led her roommate back to her bedroom. Though they’d been roommates for a long time, there’d been nothing between them. Both preferred guys, though each had experimented a little during college. But tonight, the chance of sharing a passion with her roommate made Christa feel excited and friskier than she was willing to admit. Something about that huge cunt just made her want to cream herself.
She slowly settled Amanda on her bed, lying her on her side where she could prop up a leg and expose that giant cunt to Christa’s waiting fingers. Christa ran her fingers over the thick outer ridges, admiring the sheer heft of the mound it created. The insides were already gleaming, slick with juices aroused from the milking.
Slowly she reached in, and slid her fingers along the inner lips up to Amanda’s clit, rubbing it and letting Amanda moan slowly as she built up effort, first with circles, then with more direct flicks.
“I, uh” Amanda panted for a second “want to see you big too.”
Christa pulled out a device from her drawer, along with a bottle of lube. Amanda scooted over so that Christa could lie beside her on the bed in a sixty-nine position. Slowly Christa lubed up her shaven pussy with a few dollops and gently placed the cup over her mound. She slowly depressed the hand pump, a few times to create adequate suction. Moaning slightly as she felt her lips respond.
She released it and reset it again, pumping it up another time. Amanda watched fascinated as her friend’s lips started to fill the cup, slowly pulling themselves up the clear sides, leaving a slightly gaping thick mound that flushed heavily to a dark purplish red color.
With a sudden pop Christa released the suction and her mound shrank back a bit. Still, it remained very pronounced and puffed outward. Amanda reached slowly towards her roommate, knowing that nothing would ever be the same after tonight. She slid her hand across the sticky slick surface, watching the lips jiggle with each touch. She even smacked it lightly watching the lips bounce, and making Christa moan.
Within minutes all pretense abandoned the pair, and both women set about fingering and exploring each other. Christa moaned deeply as she felt Amanda’s fingers slide up and down against her swollen mons. Amanda’s moans turned into near moos as she felt Christa’s fingers slide deep into her. She dared not guess how many were in there, but it felt wonderful.
An unknown number of orgasms with each other later, they fell asleep in each other’s arms. *** *** ***
A loud buzzing noise woke them both.
“Shit!” Amanda screamed.
“What?” Christa mumbled sleepily.
“It’s six-thirty!” Amanda was frantic.
“So?” came the yawning reply.
“I start work today! And I have to leave at seven.” Amanda started to get up, but fell back against Christa’s still sleeping form as she realized yesterday night was not a dream. Yes, she really did have a huge udder hanging from her midriff. “Get up, I need help getting ready with this thing.”
“You’re seriously going to go like that?” Christa mumbled, rolling herself up into a seated position, blinking slowly in the early morning light.
“Well, duh, we need the money, and um, I am guessing this is part of my new job, so I think they’ll be expecting it.” Amanda finally levered herself up and held herself against the wall as she walked her new hooves around the room. “Get up, I need help. I can’t go to work smelling like sex and stale milk, and I need help finding something to wear!”
“I’m up, I’m up.” Shaking her self-awake Chrsita made good and got Amanda to the bathroom.
She gave an appraising look to Amanda’s condition. “I don’t think you want to get that fur wetter than you need to. You’re mostly clean, and well, you kind of smell like hay now. Not sure why, but it’s not a bad smell. Let me get the sticky spots with a cloth, okay?” Christa slid a washcloth under the tap and wetted it down, using it and a daub of soap to clean off the dried milk and personal juices that coated the insides of Amanda’s legs and parts of her udder. Christa got a face full of tail when she started rubbing the thick distended pussy lips. “Hey watch your tail!”
“Sorry, but it kind of does its own thing.” Amanda was trying hard not to get horny over her roommate, turned late night lover, rubbing her most intimate areas again. She bit her lip and held on to the hand towel rack hoping she wouldn’t cream herself in the time it took to get her clean from the prior night.
They managed to succeed, though Amanda was breathing a bit heavily as they left the room. Her shirts still fit, and she found a decent blouse. The udder was more of a problem. She couldn’t wear anything but a pair of low-rise panties, which bulged obscenely with her swollen lips. To cover the udder, she found a thick black wrap that she had gotten from her mother. It had always been a bit too large, but now, that extra fabric was just what she needed.
Christa rushed to grab something for breakfast, opting for toaster pastries. There wasn’t anything else quick enough. She found her old lunch box and threw a few miscellaneous items in it, hoping she’d have access to a microwave for the soup. As it was, they just barely got the bovine woman to the door, dressed and clean, just as the large white van pulled up and honked.
*** *** ***
Amanda took a deep breath and stepped out the front door to see the white van with the dairy logo in big cursive letters across the side. A man was sitting behind the wheel, drumming his fingers on the dash. She walked out as quickly as she dared, her udder making her waddle a bit. She could see other figures in the back, but no one in shotgun, so she took a gamble and opened the front door, hoisting herself in to the seat.
Her udder made everything awkward. It made getting the seatbelt on difficult, and it pushed up noticeably from her lap. The man behind the wheel paid no attention. He just threw the van into reverse and started backing out of the driveway and onto the street. Amanda looked behind her. Six other women sat in the seats behind her. Each of them sporting cow’s ears, and prominent bulges in their laps.
“First day, honey?” A sandy blonde woman asked.
“Um, yeah.” She stammered.
“Don’t worry, darling, you’ll love it.” Said a thick accented woman with clearly dyed blonde hair.
“Probably just got your udder last night, didn’t you?” The first woman said.
Amanda blushed a little. “Yeah, I did. It was kind of a surprise.”
“It is to everyone, well, unless you’ve got family in the business, like Marcy over there.” She hitched a thumb in the direction of the only red-head in the car. Marcy kind of waved sheepishly and went back to staring out the window. “So, I’m May.”
“Amanda.”
“Hi Amanda, welcome to Miss Daisy Belle’s Dairy.”
“I’m Claudia,” one of the brunettes said.
“Viv,” said the southern dye-job.
The other two brunettes introduced themselves as Jackie and Teri. After a few quick pleasantries the conversation drifted back to mundane things, mostly who watched what show the previous night. Amanda sat and listened, mostly feeling awkward and shy. It was nice to see that she wasn’t the only woman with an udder though, and so she wouldn’t be out of place among the team. Bill, the driver (a name she learned from May), drove them out to a large farm on the outskirts of town. There they got out and stretched. Most of them heading for a large nearby barn.
“Um, May, where do I go?” Amanda asked.
“Oh, that’s right, first day. You need to check in at the front. White house over there. If you’re a milker they’ll send you back to me. If not? Well, you’ll find other places to be. See you later!” With a cheery wave she strode off on her hooves towards the barn.
Amanda was still unsteady on her hooves, but she was getting better, and having a chance to walk a little way was doing wonders for her balance. She felt her tail swishing behind her as she moved along the dusty little road to the farmhouse.
A small bell rang as she stepped into the house. The front room was clearly a reception area, but no one seat at the desk. It took a few minutes but a middle-aged woman came out from what looked like the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. Her udder was clearly visible, hanging out in all its glory.
“Hi, I’m…” Amanda started.
“Amanda, right?” the woman finished for her.
Amanda nodded, “Yeah.”
The woman stuck out her hand, “I’m so glad to meet you! I’m Daisy, and this here is my dairy. We’re really happy to welcome you aboard.”
“Thanks” Amanda was a little at a loss for words. She looked down at her new employer’s udder.
The woman just laughed and shook the bulging pink sack slightly. “Oh, right, the magic. Yeah, everyone who works here gets a special make over as soon as you sign that contract. Now don’t you worry none, you’re not here to be a cow, we hired you because you came with great references for your work as a secretary, and as you can see, I’m short one. Your job is to be my personal assistant. You’ll find everything all set up for you. There’s a milking machine under the desk to relieve that pressure you’re probably feeling right now. I’ll send my niece May around to fit you for it in a few minutes and give you the rundown of the farm. Other than that, you’re pretty much to assist with basic bookkeeping, answering calls, and placing or taking orders from vendors.”
Amanda nodded. “I can handle that.” She was pleased on a certain level to find that her skills weren’t going to waste here.
“Good girl. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to check on the girls.” Daisy said as she headed for the front door.
Amanda waved as Daisy disappeared through the front door. Looking over the desk she found it elevated slightly, leaving a lot of room underneath. In a small niche towards the back of the desk was a small machine. Four suction pumps hung off the top of it. It didn’t take much imagination for Amanda to figure out what that was for. Given the swelling feeling in her udder she knew she was going to need it soon.
Settling in she started to look at the computer files. QuickBooks accounting, some vendor tracking lists, and a couple other useful things. She almost didn’t notice May slip in the back door until she felt the woman tap her on the shoulder.
“Hey there! Daisy said I need to show you how to set up the milking machine for your personal use.” She spent the next fifteen minutes explaining the machine, how to operate it, clean it, and turn it on and off properly. Then she gave Amanda a hands-on tutorial, slowly letting the machine suck her thick teats into the small tubes. The feeling of the small tubes encasing and providing gentle sucking made Amanda squirm slightly. Daisy just patted her knee and smiled, reassuring her that everyone who worked here got that same feeling. Sorting through the desk’s few drawers she found a folder with her name on it. Inside were copies of her documents, with a small hand written note, ‘Employee’s copies, give to Amanda’. She pulled these out and flipped open the contract, reading it more thoroughly this time. Finally, near the bottom of the document she found what she was looking for. A single paragraph. It read:
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The Treaty of Versailles was completed in April of 1919 — months after the four day Paris Peace Conference was over. It took the Allied leaders several months of arguments, compromise and bargaining before the treaty was presented to Germany for consideration on 7 May 1919.
When presented, the treaty included 440 Articles and numerous Annexes. The German government was given three weeks to accept the terms of the treaty, which it had not seen prior to the May delivery. The treaty declared an end to the state of war between Germany and the Allies; and, above all, gave the Allies control over what to do with the Germany and the Central Powers. While Germany had several complaints about, and amendments to, the treaty, the country’s input was almost entirely disregarded.
One major part of the Treaty of Versailles was that Germany must accept sole responsibility for starting the war. This was known as the “War Guilt Clause.” Due to this acceptance of responsibility, Germany was forced to abide by several harsh and stringent treaty terms, including relinquishing a percentage of German land along with all overseas German colonies and returning all the land it took from Russia.
Germany’s military capacity was also severely limited. Its army was reduced to 100,000 men and its navy was reduced to 15,000 men, six battleships and no submarines. Its air force was dissolved. Western Germany was to be demilitarized, and Germany was forbidden to unite with Austria. This demilitarization lasted until the 1930s when Nazi leaders began to build its strength up for what would become the second world war it would start — World War II.
In addition to reducing its territorial control, and military strength, in accepting the War Guilt Clause, Germany was required to pay substantial reparations. The majority of those reparations went to France and Belgium to repair any damage done to the infrastructure of both countries by the war. The amount of reparations was in the billions, leaving Germany in extreme poverty for over 20 years.
Throughout history, the Treaty of Versailles has been criticized for being overly harsh on Germany. The country suffered extremely difficult financial times as a result of the Treaty, and spent decades trying to fulfill the agreements created. In fact, several historians believe that the Nazi regime and the Second World War were a direct result to the harshness Germany undertook due to the treaty.
Other treaties resulting from the Paris Peace Conference included: The Treaty of Saint-Germain with Austria, 10 September 1919; the Treaty of Neuilly with Bulgaria, 27 November 1919; the Treaty of Trianon with Hungary, 4 June 1920; and, the Treaty of Sèvres with the Ottoman Empire, 10 August 1920.
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The Treaty of Versailles, signed on June 28, 1919, aimed to establish peace following World War I by officially ending the state of war between Germany and the Allied Powers. It imposed punitive reparations on Germany, significantly reduced its military capabilities, and redrew the map of Europe to reflect the dissolution of empires and the self-determination of nations, as outlined by U.S. President Woodrow Wilson's Fourteen Points.
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The Treaty of Versailles had profound effects on Germany. It demanded substantial reparations, with the figure eventually set at 132 billion gold marks (roughly $33 billion at the time), according to the Library of Congress. Germany lost around 13% of its territory and 10% of its population, and its military was severely restricted. These terms led to economic hardship, political instability, and a sense of humiliation, contributing to the rise of National Socialism.
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The Treaty of Versailles redrew the map of Europe, leading to significant territorial losses for Germany. Alsace-Lorraine was returned to France, Eupen-Malmedy to Belgium, Northern Schleswig to Denmark, and Hultschin to Czechoslovakia. The Saar Basin was placed under League of Nations administration, and the city of Danzig (Gdańsk) became a free city. Additionally, large parts of eastern Germany were ceded to the newly formed Poland, including the Polish Corridor to the Baltic Sea.
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Antarctica’s ice sheet is constantly on the move, flowing from the deep, frozen interior of the continent toward the ocean, where it melts. In fact, because the oceans are getting warmer, the Antarctic ice sheet melts faster, and therefore, the sea level is rising. However, predicting how the ice sheet will flow differently from place to place is complicated. The landscape beneath the ice sheet helps to control how fast the ice moves. For example, the ice can stick and deform, or slide smoothly across the land under the ice. Naturally occurring heat from inside the Earth can cause the base of the ice sheet to melt and soften so that it flows more easily, sliding on the meltwater formed. The amount of this geothermal heat varies across Antarctica and is difficult to measure. However, scientists with various expertise can collaborate to understand how much heat there is and how it shapes the ice sheet.
Why Does the Base of the Ice Sheet Melt?
The Antarctic ice sheet covers most of Antarctica. It flows from the interior of the continent toward the surrounding ocean due to gravity (Figure 1). The speed at which the ice sheet flows depends on the slope of the surface and how easily the ice can move over the rocks, sand, and clay beneath it. The ice moves slowly, usually <50 m in a year, when the subglacial landscape is rough, and the ice is frozen to the rocks. However, the ice can move more easily if the subglacial surface is slippery. Water makes surfaces very slippery, so if ice melts at the base of the ice sheet, the ice can slide (Figure 2). Lakes can even form underneath a glacier, where meltwater is trapped under the ice sheet. Some lakes are connected with subglacial rivers that flow toward the ocean, not unlike lakes on other parts of the Earth .
Antarctica has the coldest air temperatures on Earth, but due to the geothermal heat, the base of the ice sheet can melt in some places. The melting temperature depends on the pressure, and under kilometers of ice, the base can melt at temperatures colder than 0°C [2, 3]. Even if the ice remains frozen, geothermal heat can still affect how easily it flows. If the ice is very cold, it is hard and rigid and does not flow well, but if it is less cold, ice can deform and start to move. This is similar to the way you may have seen honey flow more easily when it is heated.
Closer to the coast, the ice sheet forms ice rivers called glaciers. Glaciers flow fast, up to many meters a day! With such speed, the ice in the glacier grinds against the rocks beneath, generating heat from friction. The heat from friction is much greater than the geothermal heat and can melt a lot of ice, forming meltwater streams!
Once the ice sheet or glaciers reach the ocean, the ice starts to float and melt, and icebergs can break off. Ocean currents carry much more heat than geothermal heat can provide, so the melting of the ice sheet by the warmer ocean water is much more than the melting of the base caused by geothermal heat and friction. Due to global warming, the melting of ice is speeding up as the Earth’s oceans heat up and sea currents are changing.
Will the ice sheet collapse due to the increased melting at the coast, or will it respond slowly and remain fairly stable? Knowing how much geothermal heat there is at the base of the ice sheet helps us understand how the ice sheet is flowing and how it responds when the oceans and atmosphere get warmer. Geothermal heat is natural, but it impacts how the Antarctic Ice Sheet responds to climate change.
Where Does Geothermal Heat Come From?
It has been known for a long time that the interior of the Earth is warmer than the surface. People have observed hot lava from volcanoes and hot water from thermal springs. In deep mines, it can get very hot! Typically, for every 100 metres deeper into the Earth, the temperature increases by 2–3°C; however, the exact temperature depends on what kinds of rocks and sediments there are.
Heat is energy that makes something else warmer. For example, a hot radiator heats a cold room, and the sun heats the oceans. Scientists usually measure the amount of heat transferred in a certain time using the unit Watt, shortened to W. We can use this unit to measure, for example, the power of an electric kettle that can heat water for tea. For geothermal heat, which varies from place to place, we want to know the rate of heat transferred for every part of the surface area, and the unit we use is Watts per square meter (W/m2). In continental regions, the geothermal heat flow is small; on average, about 70 mW/m2 (one milli Watt is one thousandth of a Watt). This is similar to having a 1,000 W electric kettle every 120 m deep inside Earth to generate heat.
To map how much geothermal heat there is, we must first understand where this heat comes from. Like any form of energy, the natural laws of thermodynamics state that heat must have a source; it cannot appear from nowhere! Heat is either moved from a hotter location or generated from another kind of energy, like the friction of glaciers we described earlier. Geothermal heat comes from several sources (Figure 1); therefore, scientists with diverse skills must collaborate to understand what is generating geothermal heat under the ice.
Some geothermal heat originates deep inside the Earth’s mantle and core; it is left over from when the Earth formed from colliding gas and dust. Because the Earth is so large, the cooling is very slow and has been going on for the entire age of the Earth, about 4.5 billion years. However, this remaining primordial heat is probably not the most significant contribution to the heat under the Antarctic ice sheets today.
Most geothermal heat comes from rocks in the Earth’s crust that contain minerals with elements that can generate heat by low-level radioactivity, called radiogenic heat. The main heat producing elements are uranium, thorium, and potassium. The natural concentrations of these elements are generally low, but some rocks in the crust contain relatively large amounts. A typical value of crustal heat production in Antarctica is 1.3 microWatts per cubic meter (a micro–Watt is one millionth of a Watt) . Assuming that the crust is 40 km thick and that heat production is constant throughout (which it is not!), the radiogenic heat generated in the crust would equal the same amount of heating power as one nuclear power plant every 310 km—that is a lot of heat! However, as radiogenic heat production varies with the type of rock, geologists try to understand which rocks generate the most heat and where those rocks might exist in Antarctica. This is somewhat tricky when the rocks are hidden under thick ice!
Volcanoes and volcanic regions with geothermal hot springs also generate a lot of heat that causes the base of the ice sheet to melt and can even cause the ice to collapse above. Many such volcanoes exist in Antarctica. Some poke their heads up above the ice, while others lie below it https://zenodo.org/record/6535775.
Studying Subglacial Geothermal Heat in Antarctica
Geothermal heat can be calculated by drilling a hole into the ground, measuring temperatures at various depths, and then using the thermal conductivity of the rocks and sediments to calculate the heat flow. However, it is not very easy (or cheap!) to drill through thick ice in Antarctica, so there has not been much data collected this way . Instead, scientists are constructing computer models of the temperatures or heat transfer beneath the Antarctic Ice Sheet.
Some scientists use seismic waves from e.g., earthquakes to calculate how hot the Earth is at various depths. Seismic waves are vibrations similar to sound waves, and they can bounce, twist, and turn depending on the materials they travel through. Typically, seismic waves travel slower in warmer rocks, so by measuring how fast the seismic waves travel through the rocks, seismologists can map the temperature inside the Earth and compute how much heat reaches the surface. Other scientists use variations in Earth’s magnetic field to calculate temperature. When heated to about 580°C, rocks lose any magnetic properties, so measurements of the magnetic field taken by satellites or aircraft can help scientists calculate deep temperatures. Unfortunately, magnetic and seismic studies give, in some places, very different results . The described methods cannot estimate variations in radiogenic heat or thermal conductivity in crustal rocks. We can, apparently, not capture variations in geothermal heat by only using one kind of observation .
To get the full picture of all the heat sources, some scientists try to combine seismic data, magnetic data, locations of volcanoes, and other observations to show how the geothermal heat might change from place to place . Combining data from multiple techniques can produce more accurate, detailed results.
However, many places in Antarctica remain unexplored, so the amount of geothermal heat in those areas is uncertain. To get a better map, we need more and better data, we also need the combined knowledge from experts in several scientific fields. Mapping geothermal heat flow in Antarctica is a difficult task because even small variations in the underlying land can significantly impact how the ice sheet flows . The effort is worthwhile because maps of geothermal heat are urgently needed to help us predict ice sheet flow and melting, and how it will change in the future.
Ice Sheet: ↑ An ice sheet is a big, dome-shaped layer of ice and snow covering entire lands, like a giant icy blanket, presently found only in Antarctica and Greenland.
Subglacial: ↑ Beneath the ice. The subglacial landscape contains rocks, sand, clay, and water and can be studied using ice-penetrating radar or seismic waves.
Geothermal Heat: ↑ Heat from inside the Earth. “Geo” means Earth, and “thermal” relates to heat.
Glaciers: ↑ Glaciers are massive rivers of ice that move relatively fast toward the oceans and shape the land.
Friction: ↑ The force created when two objects move against each other with resistance. Friction generates heat.
Primordial Heat: ↑ The leftover heat from the intense collisions and impacts of rocks, dust, and gas during the Earth’s formation about 4.5 billion years ago.
Radiogenic Heat: ↑ Radiogenic heat is the heat produced deep within the Earth when elements in certain rocks undergo radioactive decay. This process gradually releases heat energy over incredibly long periods.
Thermal Conductivity: ↑ The ability of a material to conduct heat. Thermal conductivity varies for different kinds of rocks, depending on how much water they contain and how warm they are.
Conflict of Interest
The authors declare that the research was conducted in the absence of any commercial or financial relationships that could be construed as a potential conflict of interest.
Discussions informing this review were facilitated by the Scientific Committee on Antarctic Research, Instabilities and Thresholds in Antarctica, sub-committee on Geothermal Heat Flow (SCAR, INSTANT). This research was supported by the Australian Research Council through ARC DP190100418, ARC Special Research Initiatives, Australian Centre for Excellence in Antarctic Science (Project Number SR200100008) and Securing Antarctica’s Environmental Future (SR200100005), ARC DP180104074, and ARC DE210101433. No chocolate was wasted during the experiment presented in Figure 2.
↑ Livingstone, S. J., Li, Y., Rutishauser, A., Sanderson, R. J., Winter, K., Mikucki, J. A., et al. 2022. Subglacial lakes and their changing role in a warming climate. Nat. Rev. Earth Environ. 3:106–24. doi: 10.1038/s43017-021-00246-9
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↑ Lösing, M., Ebbing, J., and Szwillus, W. 2020. Geothermal heat flux in Antarctica: assessing models and observations by Bayesian inversion. Front. Earth Sci. 8:105. doi: 10.3389/feart.2020.00105.
↑ Stål, T., Reading, A. M., Halpin, J. A., and Whittaker, J. M. 2020. Antarctic geothermal heat flow model: Aq1. Geochem. Geophys. Geosyst. 22:1–22. doi: 10.1029/2020GC009428
↑ McCormack, F. S., Roberts, J. L., Dow, C. F., Stål, T., Halpin, J. A., Reading, A. M., et al. 2022. Fine-scale geothermal heat flow in Antarctica can increase simulated subglacial melt estimates. Geophys. Res. Lett. 49:e2022GL098539. doi: 10.1029/2022GL098539 | EDUCATION |
Volume of Sphere Derivation
The volume of a sphere is mapped into an equivalent pyramid up to illustrate how the formula sphere volume = 4/3 π r3 can be understood.
The animation starts with a translucent sphere (pale orange). A dark red wedge is shown running from the centre of the sphere to its back surface. This wedge represents a small segment of the sphere volume. The volume of that wedge would be its base area (i.e. the part of the sphere surface that the wedge occupies) multiplied by the radius of the sphere (i.e. the length of the wedge) and divided by three. This is because the wedge is a thin pyramid whose volume = base x height/3. The volume of the sphere would be equal to the sum of the volumes of all such wedges that would fill the sphere (to make the result smooth an infinite number of such pyramids would be needed). Now, all such wedges would be pyramids whose height = r. Their combined base area would be the same as the surface area of the entire sphere. Consequently, the volume of the sphere would be the same as a pyramid whose base area = the sphere surface area and whose height = the radius of the sphere. This gives the formula: volume = 4/3 π r3. The remainder of the animation is devoted to creating this equivalent pyramid.
These latitude rings all open up creating a curved surface shown in pink. This then uncurls to map on to an imaginary vertical plane that touches the back of the sphere. The mapped surface (i.e. the sphere surface area) looks vaguely leaf-shaped. It is actually formed from cosine curves. The challenge is then to convert this complex shape into a rectangle to determine its area. To do this, those parts of the mapped surface that are north and south of the sphere are replaced by translucent red boxes. The remaining leaf shape thus has a maximum height that is the same as the height of the sphere (i.e. 2r) and a maximum length that is the same as the circumference of the sphere (i.e. 2 π r). These boxes then migrate across to fill up the gaps and show that the area of the map above the height r is the same as the gap below. The resulting rectangle (now in pale yellow-green) has an area of 4 π r2. This rectangle then morphs into a pyramid whose height is r. So we get: volume of pyramid = base (4 π r2) x Height (r) / 3 = 4/3 π r3
The two-thirds relationships between volumes and areas of spheres and cylinders:
The total volume of the cylinder (including its base and lid) is given by:
wall of cylinder = 4 π r2
lid of cylinder = π r2 (see area of circle animation)
base of cylinder = π r2
TOTAL AREA = 6 π r2
so the area of the cylinder is 6 π r2 and that of its circumscribed sphere is 4 π r2. In other words, the sphere has 4/6 or two thirds the area of its enclosing cylinder. Now, this is interesting because it is the same ratio as the volume a sphere to the volume of its circumscribing cylinder:
volume of sphere = 4/3 π r3
volume of cylinder = lid (π r2) x height (2 π r) = 2 π r3
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Dr. Alabaster Stonewall was a well respected alchemist- a transmutation expert. Though he could not concoct potions like other alchemists he could convert matter over relatively short periods of time- like turning lead to gold. More interestingly however was the fact that if he combined his transmutations with magic, he could convert things into matter that... does not exist otherwise. Creating new elements. The most popular currently being gemstones capable of transforming people into animals or monsters at will, without having to know how to use magic. There were a few problem using this method of course as nothing is perfect- for starters the gem can only do one transformation, so if you wanted to turn back into a human you would need another gem specifically for human transformation. The other thing is, since the transformation is a side effect of the gem itself you can't turn it on or off, you will be transformed as soon as you expose yourself to it, making accidents easy. Dr. Stonewall was not too interested in these at this point though. He had helped contribute to their invention but now it was a matter of refining them, and he was not interested in that, considering it the alchemic equivalent to simple busywork. He wanted to make something new, to take it to another level and push its limits.
Dr. Stonewall looked over his papers again, glancing at a large floating crystal for any activity. "Where are they? They were supposed to be here already..."
"They are, our assistants are leading them into the mansion now."
Stonewall nearly fumbled all his papers, not realizing she had re-entered their office. Accompanying Stonewall was a young woman, known by all by her nickname- Moth. Named that from the fact she is always seen quietly hovering around lanterns or candles in libraries or studies. Swathed in a hooded grey robe far too large for her, she is only in her early teens and already proficient enough with magic to make most magisters in the realm bow at her feet. Moth was blessed with godly genius in the field of magic, so while her voice was extremely soft- when she spoke people make damn sure to listen. Stonewall is the transmutation expert, Moth was in charge of the magic. The huge floating gem in their shared office was bound to several slates of volcanic glass hung up around a mansion- whatever can be seen from the perspective of the glass is seen on one of the facets of the gemstone. This allowed them to monitor the mansion from many different points whenever they wanted, which was important because their assistants were now delivering four people to the mansion as volunteered test subjects.
The rather spindly looking man with ebon skin, emerald eyes and bristly black hair is Boris. A muscular man with tanned skin, ocean blue eyes and long blond hair is Jack. A woman with long bronze ringlets, dark forest green eyes and olive skin is Bessy. Finally a petite, lanky young woman named Clover with bobbed platinum hair and bright sapphire eyes. These four volunteered, wanting to be transformed into animals but unable to afford the still very expensive crystals to do it. Unfortunately since they were volunteering for this experiment, they got their transformation free, but cannot choose what they are turned into. Moth and Stonewall did not choose either- that was the experiment. They created a crystal of very potent power that would hopefully transform anyone exposed to it into their 'inner animal', leaving the choice of transformation up to personality traits rather than a set change. That was the part everyone was told. The part only Moth and Stonewall knew was a secondary experiment they would introduce later on.
For the first day, Bess, Boris, Jack, and Clover introduced themselves to each other and got to know the mansion they were now living in. For the duration of the experiment the doors of the mansion were sealed- no one could come or go. They would be served by Stonewall's assistants, who all wore wards so they could not be affected by the crystal's resonance. There was a huge banquette hall, lit by a giant elegant chandelier. Most of the mansion was dark rosewood, which made it seem darker than it actually was, but also elegant. They each had their own rooms, but there was only one bathroom for either gender in a hall coming off the banquette hall. The door under the stairs leading up was to the kitchen, so part of the structure that was off limits except to the assistants. Upstairs was a gigantic library, and a game room that was heavily decorated with plants and well lit by a wall that was almost entirely windows, overlooking the small woods and the town. There was an indoor pool as well but the hall leading to it was currently sealed off. Moth had it hidden from them for now because they did not have the facilities to host marine life- if they let them swim right off the bat there is a chance one of them would turn into an aquatic creature.
The first day passed without anything happening other than them getting familiar. The transformative crystal was already active but not doing anything yet. Moth made note of it- theorizing it was because the subjects were all busy taking in each other and their new surroundings- so they were not exhibiting enough of their own traits for the crystal to work with yet. Late in the night the two researchers were woken up by a bit of movement though. All four of them were having intense dreams, rolling around quite a bit in their sleep. The crystal was likely trying to amplify animal traits in them in an attempt to read them. The thing that caught their immediate attention though- Clover barked quietly in her sleep! Her hands were held up as if to imitate paws and were twitching like a dreaming canine! Her nose started to look like it was darkening too, but then she settled down and reverted to normal. The dream must have ended.
Moth sighed and bopped her head on the surface of the crystal. "The changes reverted? That has never happened before."
"You don't think its the ward the assistants are wearing, do you?"
"They are too far away and the wards are too local an effect. Maybe its our secondary effect, because they are all human still? Hmm, or it might just be that personalities are too fluid. Perhaps they need to delve further into a set path before the crystal will actually commit to the change."
Jack woke up the next day last. The tallest of the four by a bit, and the most muscular by leaps and bounds. He stretched for some time after waking up, then went into some push-ups. When he had enough to consider himself fully awake, only then did he leave him room. He was going to go to the bathroom to wash his hands and face but then seen Boris and Clover eating at the banquette table and shrugged before joining them. They were here to turn into animals- what did proper etiquette mean here? He pulled up a seat closer to Boris and grabbed a salad from the selection of plates down the middle of the table. Clover was on the very end, almost completely opposite the two boys, but not for any real reason- she was not one to think that carefully about where she sat.
Jack looked at Boris stuffing his face with an assortment of foods and glanced down to Clover as well. "So, what are you two in for?"
Boris motioned with the bone of an eaten chicken wing over the food on the table. "This. I don't care about manners and all the damn stupid rules society tries to weigh you down with. I just want to go wild, do what I want. You can't do that surrounded by 'civilized people'."
Jack nodded, then looked directly down at Clover. She stood up and placed both hands on the table. Unnoticed by anyone there, her ears got a bit bigger to hear him down the table, and her tailbone quivered slightly, getting a tiny bit longer.
"What about you? You are built like a mountain, why do you want an animal body?"
He smiled. "I asked you first."
Clover puffed up her cheeks in an exaggerated pout and half sat back down. "I don't have much of a reason. I thought it would be fun? Technically it is reversible if you got the dosh to pay for a human morphasite crystal. I don't but, y'know, whatever. No risk, no fun! Now you!" Behind her smiling lips her teeth got a tiny bit sharper.
Jack motioned toward Boris. "Basically the same as Boris here. I AM built, thanks for noticing. But... I can't really push myself as a human. People shy away from going all out or look at you like your some muscle freak. Fuck that. I want to go all out all the time!" His ears got a bit longer. "I want to really be able to show off, win the babes over. I want to gift the world with the full me." Just before he smiled, his two front teeth grew in size. The others had not seen his teeth before though, so they were unaware it changed.
Boris belched and pat his rounder belly, not realizing it couldn't have grown that much from a single sitting. "Where is Bess, she left before even eating anything. I assumed she was coming back but..."
Clover hummed in thought. "She said she was not hungry and went upstairs. Maybe I should check on her, see if she is ok?"
The other two nodded and went back to eating so Clover got up and scurried upstairs. Boris's ears became a bit pointed, but did not grow in size. Clover found Bess in the game room smelling the flowers. Clover was a tiny bit jealous- Bess's hair and face were gorgeous, and she was taller. Then again, most people were. Clover is just a petite little thing most men could lift with one arm- and frustratingly she was often mistaken for someone half her age.
"Hey... you sure you don't want anything to eat? Most important meal of the day~"
Bess glanced at her and shook her head, causing her long ringlets to bounce about. "No thanks. I watched my figure a lot in my teens so my body just got adjusted to needing less food."
"So... why did you sign up for this thing anyway?"
"I don't know... change? Something new. I have always wanted to do something to help people, you know? I want to be someone who provides for others but... never really had anything to provide. I always kind of felt bad having such a posh life myself but never being able to really give back. I tried studying to be an apothecary but I am NOT good. And that is a job where you do not want to fuck up."
"So, you... want to provide people as an animal? What are you going to give them then, your meat? Y'know the law still categorizes that as cannibalism if the animal was human."
Bess furrowed her brows and blushed a bit. "Research! This whole thing is an experiment, right?"
"Oooooh. Riiiight. Totally derped." She smacked her forehead with her palm.
"The whole reason this is happening is to research new magic. And you don't need any specific skills to contribute to this, so here I am. Help out and experience something new at the same time." She shrugged.
The day progressed mostly uneventful. Moth made careful observations of them all- the subtle transformations to Jack seemed to reverse slowly, so his ears and teeth went back to normal. Boris kept his slight pot belly though, and the small changes to Clover remained. So only Bess and Jack were completely normal.
Clover went to the bathroom to get ready to head to sleep for the night. She washed her face but then paused looking at he reflection. She narrowed her eyes at her ears, then tugged on them a bit, thinking they were different but not being able to put her finger on it. She looked the rest of her face over carefully, then flashed her teeth and immediately noticed they were all sharper!
"Hey! It's working, awesome!" Her tail bone extended a bit in her sudden burst of enthusiasm. "I wonder what will change next?!" A little longer. "I wonder what I am turning into?" A little longer. "I wonder if I will be something cool, or ferocious? Haha, rawr!" Her tail trying to wag in her pants immediately called her attention behind her.
Squashed by the waist of her pants, she reached down to let it out and a platinum furred tail immediately popped out! It curled upward naturally and trembled a bit when she looked at it. As her smile returned to her face it resumed wagging faster and faster.
"Doggy?! Doggo!" Her ears got a bit longer, getting a platinum peach fuz on the backs where fur would eventually be.
Moth also smiled, watching from her office. These changes to Clover seemed to set in place- though her initial changes in her sleep reverted, these stuck around. Acting 'human' caused no changes, or minor changes to revert. Embracing their inner animal however set more changes in, and once they were far enough along they seemed to lock in place. She nudged the crystal to look at another facet and seen Jack approach Bess in one of the side halls.
"Hey, we missed you most of the day. You should... mingle more."
"S-sorry, I didn't mean to come off as a hermit. This whole thing is a bit embarrassing though."
"Why?"
"Well... we have no idea what we are changing into, and we are going to turn into an animal! I would have wanted to do this separate but they insisted it needed to be done as a group. I hope it doesn't turn me into something ugly in front of everyone..."
Jack laughed. "Man, that would have to be extremely potent magic to turn you into something ugly."
Bessy immediately blushed. "H-huh?"
He motioned over her body. "I mean... you are really good looking, I have a hard time picturing you being any degree of ugly."
Bessy was shocked such a buff, hot guy thought she was pretty! He was obviously a person who spent a lot of time on making himself look good, so to have someone that conscious of appearance call hers out was quite something. They talked for a bit, and Bess' face remained flushed the entire time, causing her to giggle a few times as well. Her hips widened a bit and her butt rounded a little. Moth turned the crystal to deliberately not watch as they went back to Jack's bedroom. She was not sure about Jack, but Bess likely would not have responded so eagerly to Jack's advances, and certainly would not have gone to bed with him on their initial meeting, but again the crystal was enhancing traits to try and draw out an animal nature from four humans. If they were changing more, Moth would have been obligated to continue watching, but since they were both almost pure human she gave them privacy on this night.
The next day Clover skipped happily to the banquette hall, barefoot. Her tail was wagging behind her, though her pants kept pushing on the bottom of the tail which was annoying. Her ears had grown a bit bigger in her sleep, and were starting to bend outward a bit from their own weight. She sat down quickly and gazed out over all the foods, noticing her mouth watering more than usual. She liked how all the food looked, but went for the smaller meaty morsels. Dogs are omnivores, but evolved from carnivores- they will always lean toward meat. She noticed Bess and Jack sitting across from each other in the middle of the long table, Bess blushing a bit and occasionally glancing at Jack. No one noticed under her impressive head of hair- but Bess' ears were considerably bigger now and more leaf shaped. Her toenails had thickened a bit and darkened. Jack still looked perfectly human. Boris was eating a ton of food again today, and had so much food in his mouth he did not notice two of his teeth getting longer and sharper. He even grunted a bit as he shoveled it in his mouth, and his gut was a bit bigger. His ears were obviously pointed now, but mostly the same size and shape otherwise. A change only he could notice though- he felt a bit pent up, and unusually horny. His balls had grown larger in his sleep. He noticed the way Bess and Jack exchanged glances... but he also noted Clover was adorable looking, and by herself on the other end of the table. Maybe she was single?
Jack did not tell anyone what happened last night, but he was looking so very smug about it, it was hard to not assume. His constant grinning revealed his two front teeth were once again abnormally large. His ears were getting bigger and poking through those long golden locks of his. After breakfast he invited Boris to try and work some of that added weight off in a workout, and Boris reluctantly agreed. In reality Jack only invited him to openly brag about the last night's conquest. So busy patting himself on the back while he worked out he did not notice his tailbone growing longer and his ears getting even bigger, and starting to develop fur.
Clover was going to go for a jog around the huge mansion herself, feeling filled to the brim with energy without any way to burn it off. As she danced from one foot to the other, jogging on the spot she noticed she had a bit more spring in her step. Her feet were getting a bit longer and narrower, and the skin on the fronts of her feet was getting thick- the start of paw pads. Clover heard Bess cry out from upstairs though, and hustled up to see what was wrong. When she got there though, Bess looked pleased not distressed.
"What happened?"
Bess looked at Clover and past her to see if either of the boys were nearby. "I don't know what is happening to me yet but... look!" She thrust her chest out.
Clover leaned a bit closer. "Your boobs...? Oh wait, you were flat like me yesterday, right?"
"Yes! Handfuls already! I wonder if they will get bigger...? Oh wow... I have wanted breasts my entire life!"
"Really? Why do you eat so little then?"
"Huh?"
"Well, tits are almost entirely fat. If your body doesn't have any fat, what is it going to grow boobs from?"
Bess gasped and called out that they were growing a little again, and hiked up her shirt to see. The nipples hardened on their own as an indicator of the oncoming growth. The breasts blushed a bit and started to swell out. The growth was subtle and hard to see, but the result was undeniable. Clover blushed a bit- she never had the desire to have big boobs but admitted seeing them grow like that was definitely hot. Bess' brows twitched a bit at that comment, asking if Clover was a lesbian, taking the offhanded comment a bit too seriously. The crystal's influence had kept her rather horny even after last night's romp. Clover blushed even more and said no... but in a way that implied she also was not against where Bess was taking this. Bess surprised her with a sudden kiss and the two slumped to the floor in an awkward embrace. Clover had no idea how this came about, but it felt good so she did not resist. They were both a bit nervous about either of the boys finding them though- since they were making out on the floor of the games room. If only they knew they were being watched at all times by Stonewall and Moth.
Bess only now noticed Clover had a tail, but Clover showed it off as she took her pants down rather than hide it. Clover was not at all against turning into a dog. Knowing she loved her new breasts, that is where Clover started, sucking on the nipples and jiggling them both with her hands. In response she could feel them firming up, and they grew more. Clover reached down and started to gently paw at Bess' pussy, getting a bit of a high herself off making Bess moan. Listening to intently to Bess' heavy breathing and moans though, her ears started to grow longer and droop farther, folding over themselves as they grew proper fur- floppy dog ears. Her teeth continued to sharpen, and the pads on the bottom of her feet started to swell a bit thicker and puffier. Bess was eased down onto her back in submission to the pleasure and Clover mounted her, lining their clits up with each other and started to rock their hips together in some hard tribbing. Bess' breasts started to grow even more, rocking up and down her chest with each thrust and jiggling with every shudder of pleasure. Her nipples were looking pretty big as well. Only now did Clover notice Bess had large leaf shaped ears, as her hair spread on the floor and revealed them. Her lips were looking softer and bigger too. Bess was hornier thanks to the crystal and last night, and shook in orgasm first.
"OohooOOO!" Her voice seemed to deepen a bit as she moaned out and almost sounded like a moo.
They both slowly caught their breath, with Clover still mounted on top grinning. "Hehe, looks like you're a lightweight."
Bess smiled but furrowed her brow with a grunt and sat up, knocking Clover off onto her back. Clover rolled onto her hands and knees as Bess pounced on her, causing Clover to lock up at the feeling of Bess immediately starting to eat her pussy! Bess did not even notice as her tongue got a bit larger, though Clover certainly noticed how well it penetrated. Clover tried not to moan too loudly at risk of the boys hearing, and kept trying to pull away from Bess a bit to get her to ease off a bit from the pleasure overload. Bess kept pushing in moving with her, till Clover was on her hands and feet, with her legs almost straight and Bess still had her face fully buried in the soft pussy. A bit, unusually soft. The labia started to swell up and out, getting very pillowy and soft. The muscles in it twitched and made subtle jerks, changing its shape slightly. It engorged so much the labia started to puff up away from her body, projecting her pussy out a bit. it had turned into the pillowy plump labia of a canine vulva. As she tried to suppress her moans, they escaped almost as whimpers. Bess thought she was trying to squirm away again, but then it occurred to her that her legs were already straight. Without stopping her onslaught Bess grabbed a narrow leg and could feel it- it was getting longer. Her feet were getting long and narrow, extending the distance between ankle and toes. Her toes plumpened up becoming fat and stubby as a light fuz of fur started to grow on her feet. The longer her legs got the farther they slid apart, tensed up from the pleasure locking their position. Her nails grew into small blunt claws and finally her legs gave out entirely, as she slumped to the floor shaking like a leaf in orgasm from her now canine pussy. Her legs were almost entirely dog, but the fur only extended up to her ankles and the legs were still sized up to a human- and because her hips were still human, she could still walk on two legs. Once they caught their breath the two of them scrambled to make themselves look proper again and skittered off in two different directions, afraid being seen together would somehow give them away.
That night, everyone went to their own bedrooms, so it looked like nothing more was going to happen. Jack took advantage of the full body mirror provided by his wardrobe though, flexing for himself in it. Too absorbed with how good he looked to notice his very big ears and teeth. He tossed his shirt off and continued to flex. A bulge formed in his pants. He was actually so absorbed in how good he looked that he was turning himself on with his own reflection. True, the crystal was enhancing various traits- there was no way this narcissism was entirely the crystal's doing. He stripped the rest of his clothes off and was impressed with his chub. Was it... bigger? His cock immediately raced to full erection at that possibility. He walked backward with a hand on his dick and sat on the chair meant to help him get dressed, so he could continue to look at himself in the mirror. As he started to stroke it felt unusually tight, like his dick was starting to get too big for the skin. He felt like the shaft itself squirmed a bit and seen it get a little bit longer. He might not have visually noticed it, but because he was also holding it he knew it had grown! He started to speed up, and almost immediately after his dick grew again, but this time it was very noticeable- half an inch at least. The more it filled his hand the more turned on he got. He started really pounding it, working up a sweat and stared at his own glistening muscles in the mirror. Had... his muscles grown too? His tail bone started to push out, sliding off the back of the chair, getting long but not at all thick. He started to breath heavily, his nostrils growing and his cock grew again, even more than last time, gaining a full inch as he groaned loudly. His balls squeezed up against him with unusual force, pulling the scrotum tight as they suddenly expanded greatly in size! The balls relaxed again but Jack was approaching orgasm so he did the opposite, getting so into it he finally broke eye contact with himself and thrust his hips up into his hand as he beat off. His dick tightened even more, growing again but this time very slowly, like it was having trouble forcing any more growth into a single session. The skin at the base of his dick started to darken as well as his scrotum. His tail finished growing a tassel on the end and his ears got even bigger as he came explosively from his huge cock.
"OOH HAAAAAW! ...hee!?"
His heart skipped a beat halfway through his orgasm, when his giant ears turned to face the sound of himself as it bounced off the mirror, and he seen them finally. He stared at them for a while as his orgasm cooled down, but not in appreciation. He then looked behind himself at the movement he felt before and seen his new tail. A donkey. Jack was turning into an ass! Such a low lifeform! Donkey were stupid and filthy creatures meant to be servants, there must be some sort of mistake. Jack calmed himself down, hefting his huge nuts with a hand as he eased himself into his bed for the night. At least he has a giant package. He was supposed to turn into his inner animal, so... he just had to convince the magic that he was not some lowly ass. Not realizing his ego would only further solidify it.
The next day Boris was once again eating a feast all to himself, but seemed disgruntled about something and did not really talk to the others at all. Jack tied his hair into a pony tail as a way to bind his donkey ears, and put on a baseball cap to cover the still exposed tips- since they are far too long for hair alone to encapsulate. With his tail down a pant leg, hopefully no one would notice what animal he was turning into. They could still see his large teeth but that did not exactly give the animal away- lots of things have large teeth. Everyone gawked at Clover when she came skipping to the table again, and both men immediately got erections. Not at all intending to hide her form, Clover wore nothing but a giant t shirt! It covered to her thighs so she did not even put panties on. She hated how pants and panties rubbed her tail, so she just did not wear them! She was already going barefoot even before she had paws- so her newly shaped legs were in full view of everyone. Her fingernails were a bit longer now to, having grown a bit in her sleep, but still no where near claws. Her hands had actually turned entirely to paws in her sleep, but only Stonewall seen that- the changes reverted after her dream. Dreams evoked lots of strong emotion, but they were fleeting and ultimately not real, so while they could ignite transformations easily, they could not stick because there was no substance behind them.
After a late breakfast, Jack went off on his own to do a workout. Bess went up to the library, and told Clover they should play a game against each other in the game room one of these days. Bess mentioned it as Clover was also getting up to leave, so she was standing when her tail started to wag at the suggestion. Boris was right behind her about to go into the hall leading to the bathrooms, glancing at her just in time to see it. When her tail lifted it also lifted the back of her shirt, and when she wagged it Boris could see her pussy lips easily through the gap in her thighs- since the canine labia were so pillowy. Boris stopped Clover before she left the banquet hall.
"H-hey, I gotta... I gotta say something, you are real cute, I just wanted to know... you want to go out? Or something?"
Clover blushed. "Wow, sort of out of the blue. Also.. we can't go out- we are trapped till this is over, remember?"
Boris was sweating a bit, bent forward a bit making it look like he might be having stomach problems- which wouldn't be surprising given how much he eats every day. "I mean... y'know, get together. I just... been feeling really... pent up. And you are so cute, but you sit off on your own... nnnn..." He winced a bit.
"Are you ok?"
"N-no, I sort of need help... I am really pent up. My nuts are swollen."
"R-really? I thought blueballs was a myth. Can... I... see?" She knew she shouldn't ask, but was still frisky from the other day thanks to the crystal.
He glanced around even though the others were long gone now. He pulled his pants down with one hand but need to hoist his nuts up with the other. As he lifted them Clover's eye widened. They were huge! His scrotum was smooth from how big its contents were.
"This hasn't happened before... I... uh oh. I think... I... I think eEEITs..!" His cry almost sounded like a pig squealing!
His balls visibly throbbed and then Boris groaned as they grew steadily, till each was the size of an ostrich egg and the scrotum blushed bright pink! Clover was flattered by his advance, a little turned on by the prospect of a guy with big nuts, but now she almost felt obligated on top of that to help him out- it looked like his testicles were going to literally explode if he didn't get off soon! Clover lead him back to her room and sat him down on her bed, helping him undress- since all she needed to do to undress was toss her shirt off. When she did though, she noticed her breasts were looking a bit puffy. Was she really THAT turned on? She couldn't be growing bigger breasts, because that made no sense for a dog. She did also notice to small nubs below them though- the second set of nipples forming. Dogs have four sets, so eight nipples total.
Eager to try out her new pussy she decided to mount Boris like she did Bess, shoving him flat on the bed playfully and sitting on his dick, careful not to press on his nuts with her butt, though they are a large target to miss. Her pussy felt better than it had ever before- though partly because her arousal level, and fresh nerves from the changes. As she started to ride more aggressively his balls started to bounce around separately. She thought she was imagining things at first, but she slowed a bit for a moment and realized his dick was deeper in her too- it was growing longer a bit. He thrust up to meet hers, breathing heavily now with effort. His belly seemed to round out a bit more, he looked real hefty now, even though he was lanky when he arrived. His hair line started to advance down his neck slowly. His lower two canine teeth continued to grow longer, popping out from between his lips as he started to approach orgasm. Clover threw her head back with her mouth open, panting from riding Boris, not noticing yet that her tongue hung further and further out of her mouth, growing larger as she panted. Boris' breathing and grunts started to sound more and more hollow, with a reverberance to them. Clover looked down at him to see why- his nose was getting thicker and growing a bit bigger, turning up at the end stretching his nostrils larger. A pig! He started to grunt more and more and finally squealed like a true porcine and came into her. And then again. And then again. He did not cum a lot... at first. Every time she thought he was done his dick throbbed and spurt a few more times, then started to taper off, then started again. Ten, twenty, thirty seconds straight. A minute, two minutes- finally after six minutes he stopped cumming. Even though he was on the bottom he was even more exhausted than Clover after having an orgasm that refused to stop.
Clover went to get off of him but plopped back down, feeling it tug on her. She was... stuck somehow? His dick must have REALLY grown to lock them together like this, so she just waited sitting on him till it softened enough. Boris himself was barely conscious after that ride. Clover took note now of her huge tongue. Because her tongue was now huge but her face still the same shape, she struggled to keep the entire thing in her mouth, and might just have to let it hang a bit. She also glanced down feeling an odd weight on her chest and gasped in surprise. What the hell? She.. had boobs! They were probably only about a big B cup, but still, she had been flat chested before! She also now had a third set of nipples, and two bright pink dots below the last set where the final set will eventually be. But why on earth did she have boobs now? She could barely feel Boris' cock in her now and finally popped off, leaving him to sleep, but when she lifted off her eyes went wide again at the sight of his dick. There was a small knot at the base! Pigs don't have knots, and dogs don't have boobs!
"W-what the f-ARK. Rrrr, what irs going rrn? These chARRnges ARRrrn't rrrright." And then it clicked. She realized what was happening, but from embarrassment would not tell the others.
Stonewall cheered, smiling for the first time in front of Moth. "We did it, its working!"
Moth smiled timidly. "Temper your excitement for now Dr. Stonewall. We knew it would do SOMETHING, even broken spells still do something." She looked at the crystal and then down at her notes. "So we have a boar, donkey, cow, and dog as a baseline- animals that reflect their own natures. Then Bess had sex with Clover, passing cow traits to the doggy, and some dog traits to the cow. Then Clover had sex with Boris, passing some pig traits to the dog and some dog traits to the pig. It is hard to tell if they all passed the same percent of influence though because their own transformations are still sort of budding, they will become more obvious as they progress." Moth furrowed her brow and turned the crystal to display Bess, who wandered from the library back to the game room and was looking at the plants in there more as a meal than decorative. "There has been unexpected cross contamination though."
"What? How?"
"Bess had sex with Jack before any of his changes advanced enough to lock in. Which means she had sex with a human. Jack got some of her cow traits, but all Bess got was a dose of the species she already started as." She turned the facet toward Stonewall so he could see. "Notice the problem?"
"... breasts."
"Cows do not have breasts. She hasn't started growing an udder yet, but her breasts should not be growing, because cows don't have breasts. But she has essentially an overdose of human, which means she will likely grow an udder AND keep her breasts."
"Does that mean they will all have corrupted results soon?"
"No, because each subject can only carry the traits of their inner animal. She has too much human, but she cannot pass it on to anyone else, she can only pass cow. Even with a little dog in her now, she can't pass dog traits."
Meanwhile Bess passed a new hall she had not seen before, and seen Jack lifting weights by a pool at the end. Since their inner animals were already decided, Moth had the pool reopened for them, and there was weight lifting equipment there as well. The room only had two walls, the rest was a glass dome surrounded by the forest outside, so you can also suntan by the pool. As turned on as Bess was, she did not want to seem desperate by going back to Jack, and he seemed pretty serious about his workout anyway. And he is. He was having the time of his life lifting more weight than he thought would ever even be possible for him, and his muscles tightened and swelled up. His arms, chest and back muscles grew more and more. Bess passed cow traits to him- bulls are extremely muscular.
Bess was feeling rather antsy though, and Clover was with Boris so Bess could not find her. So Bess went to her room instead for a little alone time. When she laid down and slid her pants down to see why her crotch was so hot and tender without even being touched, she seen what almost looked like a rash at first. The same intense pink of her inner labia had now advanced up her crotch, swallowing her entire groin and her lower gut as well! It felt so smooth and soft when she poked at it, and it felt good like touching her pussy, so it obviously was not a rash. When she counted the four bumps on it though she realized what it must be. An udder-to-be. She finally pinpointed her transformation as a cow! At first she was horrified at being a fat cow, but... she did have huge boobs now. Maybe it would be worth it. Bess hummed in thought, realizing this must be because of her desire. She wanted to provide for people... cows provide a constant supply of milk. A warm gentle pressure pulsed up from within her, collecting into an almost tingling pleasure at the surface as the bumps started to evolve into nipples and four little hills started to form as the mammary glands formed within. Bess went to reach up and fondle her big boobs in the meantime but furrowed her brow as she hit something on the way there. She felt around and was baffled as she felt two mounds of fat capped with areola and large nipples like her breasts! She was growing a second set of breasts! Big boobs, and secondary boobs, and udder all on one person? That... seemed like a bit too much. She was unaware her large breasts were a result of the extra human, and her second set of boobs was a result of Clover's dog traits- dogs have a lot more than one set. Her tailbone started to grow out, but Bess couldn't bring herself to care, her brain was overloaded with tit. She always wanted big mams, and now she had it in spades.
Bessy reached up under herself to finger her pussy, so she did not interrupt her udder's growth. Her other hand grabbed her left breast aggressively and kneaded it like a baker would a piece of dough. Her udder was growing fast, looking like a cluster of four boobs fused together already and still progressing. It also added more weight to her torso... she became too heavy to hold her hips up and she had to stop fingering herself. She tried to reach over the top but the udder was already too big to work over. She tried around the side of it, but it was too much distance around it- she could touch her pussy but did not have enough reach to really do anything but tease.
"Nouuh. Need toohy. Oh gosh my vooohice." She felt a welling in her chest and tried to fight it, blushing hard, but lost. "Nnnuu...uuoooo. MOOO!" She couldn't help but bellow like a cow on impulse.
The pink of her plush lips advanced up to her nose and circled her nostrils as the bridge of her nose widened. A droplet of blood ran from her temples as two tiny little nub horns popped out. Her udder now wobbled around with any movement she made, completely filling her lap. The nipples on it were huge and quickly fattening into proper teats. She grabbed at her new grown tits below her first breasts and yanked on those big nipples to get pleasure from that instead and it worked well enough, causing her to give off a mix of moans and moos. The second pair of breasts reached the same size as the first, and the nipples on both grew a bit longer and a bit fatter, looking like small teats themselves. Bessy reached her udder and rubbed it vigorously, then returned to her breast, then back to the udder. They all felt so good! She needed more hands! Her udder started to really round out, getting really huge like a full grown cows. Bess finally flopped over onto her side, then managed to roll her extreme weight under her. She now float above the bed on a mattress of wobbling fat, bloated tit flesh! She grabbed the bed with her hands and feet the best she could and yanked herself up and down, dragging her fat teats into the bed, rubbing her smooth plush flesh against the bed sheets and quivering from the feeling. Whenever she tugged the udder far up or down it also tugged on her pussy because the underside basically connected to it. Finally she hit orgasm as she yanked back to the point she almost slid off the end of the bed, but ran out of give in her skin, yanking her pussy and underside of her udder tight just as she burst. Bess looked back at her mirror to see what she looked like from someone else's perspective and furrowed her brows as she seen her now fully grown tail... with long wavy fur almost the same as the hair on her head. That wasn't a cows tail... that's a dog tail!
The night brought many changes, but again these changes meant nothing and reversed by morning. The intensity of them though told Stonewall and Moth that they were having many dreams, erotic or beastly in nature. The influence of the crystal on their horniness was minimal, but when their body naturally raised it, the crystal's perpetual influence caused it to lower very, very slowly. So they end up renewing it before it can drop back down, and then very slowly go down from that new level. They were making each other more horny by getting off, rather than relieving anything. When they converged at the breakfast table no one really said much to one another. They were all flushed, all breathing a little deeper than normal. They were surprised when Bess started to eat a good amount. When they left, she started eating ravenously. Bessy had been restraining herself while the others were there The assistants were scrambling after Moth had to order them to serve a second all vegetarian breakfast for just Bess! She shoveled food into herself, her gut absolutely demanding it. And as she ate she did not even fill up. Her body instantly broke the food down to empty her gut again, and her body got heavier and heavier at a rapid rate. But not a bit of it was fat. The chair creaked and broke so she had to resume eating on the floor- all four of her breasts and her huge udder were filling with hot, thick milk- the food was being converted to milk.
After going to the bathroom Jack was going to go find Bess to see if she would like another ride on his rod, but the assistants met him and directed him away, she needed to eat her fill before she could do anything else, so Jack was cockblocked. On his way down to the pool to lift weights again, he seen Clover, who looked absolutely tiny compared to him now. He was quick to advance on her and flirt with her in his boisterous way. She was flattered- especially since she was horny, but was still going to turn him down, knowing what would happen. She was the only test subject to have figured out what was going on. If she did anything with Jack, she would become part donkey, and she was already a part pig, part cow dog. He used his secret weapon though, pulling his pants down enough to let his behemoth cock flop out and dark balls. It was almost the size of her arm, there was no possible way she could take it into her! But it looks soooo good. So thick and meaty. The musky scent so appetizing. She touched it gently as it raised up and out on its own. It stretched forward as it erected and she did not move, so the cock bopped into her lips and she only half consciously opened her mouth. Clover started sucking on the huge cock, and as she sucked and licked the shaft she seen the veins pulsing on the length she could not fit in her mouth, and then the dick became painfully hard. And then it grew. It started to get even longer, a medial ring started to appear and the skin turned darker toward the base and on his scrotum, nearing perfect black. The flesh bulked up at the base and started to fold in on itself creating a nest at the base, growing toward a proper sheath.
So he didn't leave her hanging figuratively, Jack made her hang literally. He grabbed the tiny dog woman and held her up by her legs, upside down. With her mouth still holding onto his dick he started licking her canine pussy, holding her up with ease with his gigantic muscles. He thought it was just sweat rolling down, but there was two thin trails of blood from his head from two horns as they started to slide out of his skull. His nostrils and his top row of teeth grew even larger, projecting his top jaw out from his face a bit, and long stiff feeler hairs grew from his chin. As he lapped at the salty doggy lube, his nails started to grow a bit longer, more narrow, and much thicker. Hair thickened on his arms and the backs of his hands turning to fur. He grunted as the base of his cock started to throb with an intense pressure- with each throb it got a bit bigger, slowly growing into a canine knot. Jack's penis continued to grow even bigger causing him to have to hold her a little farther out- she started by engulfing a good third of it, now she was sucking on more like a tenth of it- and she had no less dick in her mouth than before.
"S-shit. Neeeid to change posiiihaw. Position."
He started to kneel and slowly let Clover back down, because his hands were rapidly changing into a form he could not hold her with. His fingers were getting shorter and the excess flesh was bubbling up into his palms as the fur advanced around his hand, arm, and all the way up to his muscular shoulders. He had giant dog paws! Too horny to care about that right now, he lay on his side and Clover followed the cock like she was hypnotized by it, so they resumed their 69, just laying on their sides. Clover's breasts now stopped their very slow growth at a C cup, however the growth continued elsewhere. She did not have two- her chest was buried in six C cup breasts, but there was a slight gap below those before the D cup breasts on her gut, and DD cup below that on her upper crotch! Pigs have ten teats, giving her more nipples than she thought she should, AND the last two pairs were abnormally large because of the cow traits!
Clover and Jack were doing it in the hallway to the pool though... there isn't even a door on either end of the hall. Boris walked into the hall and seen them immediately, freezing like a deer in headlights. He had almost been able to ignore it, but his balls once again felt so very full and heavy. So pent up.
"Oooh... oh no... weeee! I... eeeeih!"
He had to quickly scramble to get his pants off, they were becoming too tight! His balls were growing again! They were monstrously huge, and very tender from being so abnormally full. He involuntarily thrust his cock forward, causing his balls to swing. His dick felt like it was trying to force itself longer but not able to stretch. His body was trying to push more mass into the shaft and it wasn't working! The over-pressure finally bent the shaft from the force, but it continued to collect, and the bend continued to twist his dick. He grunted in exertion from the feelings of pleasure bordering pain. When it finally stopped, his dick was shaped like a corkscrew- a porcine phallus! The knot on the base was also bigger now than it had been, having fully grown- but that happened over night. His belly surged a tiny bit bigger and the pressure immediately left his belly and fell into his extremities. His fingers and toes twitched, suddenly feeling stiff in the joints. He was panting heavily now, his sweat glands no longer functioned. His teeth sharpened to fangs, and his already huge teeth got even bigger and stuck even farther out of his mouth, turning into tusks. His bristly hairs advanced down his neck to his back and started to spread a bit- the very coarse fur of a boar. His balls were too full, looking at them having sex was too tempting, he needed to stick his dick into a hole... any hole!
Boris shambled forward, his stiff joints not cooperating with his desperation and he took Jack by surprise, ramming his corkscrew cock in without so much as a hello. Jack immediately shouted angrily, but with another suck and lick from Clover he decided he had more important things to worry about. So Boris thrust into Jack, Jack thrust into Clover's mouth and Clover ground herself into Jack's face all on the floor of a hall connecting the banquet hall and pool. Jack started licking Clover a little less aggressively as his body weakened a bit from pleasure- not expecting to be taken from behind, and never knowing what it felt like till now. His lower canine teeth started to grow longer.
"OOOH-heee. Heeeeeaww!" Jack released Clover entirely, writhing from the pleasure exploding into him.
Boris came quickly enough and snorted and grunted as he continued to cum, and cum, and cum. His tusks were joined by a second much smaller set- his teeth having been influenced by dog traits. As his cum spread into Jack and covered his prostate- the prostate started to mutate and grow bigger, fast. Jack's balls started to yank up and down in his scrotum as it tightened and the balls grew and grew. Already big from donkey traits, they were now getting pigger. His body could not resist the sweet pleasure and he erupted into Clover- his glans now fully a equine flare so big that when it engorged it locked his dick where it was- she is incapable of removing it from her mouth, which means she had to swallow, or drown. Just as Jack's orgasm was starting to slow down, he was hit by a second one, and then a third, and then a fourth. And his licks resumed their aggressive assault on Clover to match his own waves of pleasure, and then he caused her to climax, and again, and again. She had pig traits too- all three of them had freakishly long orgasms. Once it started they could not stop and it drained them greatly.
After almost ten minutes they were all finally spent. Jack fell asleep right there in the hall. Clover kept licking his dick for a while after. Boris could hear the cracking and snapping of bone under skin and looked at them as he got up. Clover's face was starting to push out into a dog muzzle, and her ears were getting longer but also stiffening a bit, standing out from her head instead of flopped right over- donkey traits. Her tail grew a bit longer and its natural curve also continued- giving her a corkscrew dog tail thanks to pig influence. Jack's feet were stretching and the toes all fusing together- the converged nail was already expanding out from the skin thicker and bigger as a forming donkey hoof. Boris' hands and feet were starting to lock up too, and trying to stretch. He... was so hungry though. Boris started to stagger back toward the banquet hall- the servants were gone from their guard which meant Bessy had eaten her fill, but now Boris wanted more!
Boris stumbled before he reached it and fell onto his hands and feet. His chest started to pop and expand and his gut grew more as well. He couldn't stop grunting. He started to awkwardly walk on all fours toward the banquet hall, following the smell of food. Every time he lifted a limb it stretched a bit more, and the bones converged, mixing with his fused nails to turn to hooves. The first thing he seen in the hall was Bessy trying to stabilize herself. There was a large pool of milk on the floor under her dribbling out from her over engorged tits. Her feet were now cow hooves, so as soon as she tried to stand up off the table she wobbled and fell onto all fours as well- unintentionally presenting her big rump to Boris. Between the scent of sweet milk drawing the pig in him forward, and the sight of her vibrant pink pussy drawing all of him, he once again charged... or, most accurately scrambled forward on his proto hooves and before she could even react, mounted her.
Bess was mulling in frustration of not being able to stand properly with so much weight and so narrow footing when a spike of pleasure shot through her and Boris landed on her big butt! She then felt his gigantic balls slap into her udder and immediately thrust herself back into him as her mind blanked. He could assume from the fact her tail was wagging, she wasn't not liking it. As Bessy let him thrust into her she felt a tightness in her ribs before they started to pop and shift, and her torso started to broaden. Her hips cracked and grew much bigger, and her ass getting even bigger and even rounder from pig traits. Boris' back legs finished turning into pigs, but did not shorten like they would be on a pigs thanks to cow traits, and the hooves grew larger than they should be to match. The muscles in his upper body started to throb and flex on their own and veins started to become visible on the surface as he bulged bigger, getting more muscular like a bull. The fat that had already gathered in his upper body was pushed down and his gut rounded out bigger. He did not hear Jack till it was too late.
"Re... reeheeheeaaaw... remember mehee? Payeebaawck!"
Jack lifted Boris right off the ground with his muscular dog arms and thrust his gigantic shaft into the boar man, which in turn caused Boris to thrust harder into Bessy. Boris' ears started to grow larger, but because of their boar shape they became rounder, not just longer. His neck thickened with muscle and his face and especially snout started to stretch out, depriving him of his ability to form human words at all. Bess could feel the corkscrew cock thickening and started to spiral deeper as it grew longer as well, taking in donkey traits. Boris' hands continued to progress into hooves, but not cloven ones. Again longer than a boar's limbs should be, he started to grow them into muscular donkey arms. Jack groaned as his neck started to crack and grow greatly into an equine one, but his gut started to push out and become rounder as well, getting a second dose of pig. His tasseled tail started to twist, giving it a loose spiral. When his face started to grow out fully, his large teeth grew beyond his lips into proper tusks as well. In addition to his large bull horns he had a lot of pointy objects sticking out of his face. Their train of sex exploded in orgasm not too long after, and thanks to everyone's favorite pig trait, its finale lasted way longer than it should have.
A week later Stonewall and Moth finally unlocked the mansion, nodding to themselves and jotting a few notes as they observed the four animals waiting for their freedom. They were fully changed now so they were free to go and do whatever. Because they had been left together for so long, they all became the exact same thing. They kept breeding with one another and passing traits between themselves till it eventually equalized and they were all the same creature- preventing any more traits from being passed. The males had huge muscular upper bodies and giant round guts, gigantic balls and long but narrow and wavy penis with a knotted base. Their front limbs ended in a hoof that split into four semi-claw segments, and the rear limbs were solid hooves that still had dew claws above them as if they were cloven, even though they aren't. Their tail is narrow long and spiraled with a very long bushy tassel on the end. Their necks long and muscular and ending in an equine like head, but girthier like a bovine and adorned with two tusks and two horns, with huge leaf shaped ears that couldn't possibly lift their own weight. The females had the same limbs, but rather than a pot belly and muscular upper body their body was barrel-like, with very wide hips and huge plump butts. Their vagina a mix between a canine shape and pillowiness, a bovine's size, an equine's large insistent clit, embued with a sow's unending orgasm- which was even longer than a boars. From their chests hung four large breasts with huge nipples, and from their lower body, starting in their groin and running to their ribs was a behemoth udder that was an extra segment long, dangling six fat teats instead of four. Their heads were similar to the males but their horns were stumpy and small, and they did not have tusks, but their noses had a slight upward turn at the ends, and had vibrant pink skin on the ends. The fur on the males and females was the same, except that the color matched the persons original hair color. Their lower limbs had long dog fur, most of their body had fine equine-like fur, spotted like a bovine, and bristly boar fur on their backs.
Moth nodded to Stonewall. "Now, we have done it. They were given a transformation custom to themselves, brought out by their own personality traits, but then were ultimately brought together and made equal. Unity and equality while maintaining individuality. An important lesson on its own, never mind the implications and uses that could be found in this sort of magic."
Jack stomped toward Stonewall and nudged him in frustration. "What? If you were really that upset about it you could have just removed the morphasite crystal and stopped it- it was in plain sight after all. In the chandelier hanging over the banquet hall."
The other three advanced forward a bit and Moth put up her hands defensively. "Ok, I get it. Technically we don't have to do anything because you volunteered for this, and we made it very clear we were not going to spring for a reversal spell. I generally get whatever funds I need for my research whenever I ask for it, so, I can probably get you all a modified human morphasite." They started to clap their hooves on the floor and make strange, but happy sounds. Moth again raised a hand to quiet them. "BUT, a regular morphasite will not work. Because you were mixed with each other, turning you back as you are now may cause the mixed transformations to translate into alterations. You all had different skin color in your human forms for example- turning you back now might make you the first Neapolitan flavored human. Which means you need a modified custom morphasite to go with your experimental transformation, which means research time and effort. What you did here helped a lot so I will do it of course- but I can't just poof it out of thin air. You will have to stay like that for a while yet, while I work on the new spell to transmute the crystal. You get to go free at least, use your new forms out in the real world for a while. Have fun with it."
Stonewall shook his head, chuckling a bit under his breath. "This sure was wild, we managed to create a transformation neutral between four subjects. The most chaotic neutral I ever seen, heh." | STORY |
History & Culture
Indian Removal Act — 1830
Signed into law in 1830 by President Andrew Jackson, the Indian Removal Act provided for the general resettlement of Native Americans from east of the Mississippi River to lands west (Indian Territory). Although the removal was supposed to be voluntary, removal became mandatory whenever the government thought necessary. Thousands of Indian people including nearly the entire Indian population that had existed in the southeastern United States were moved west. The first removal treaty to follow the passage of the Indian Removal Act was with the Choctaw Nation (1830). In 1838 the Cherokee Nation was removed to reservations in what has been called “The Trail of Tears.” It is estimated that almost 8,000 Cherokee people died on the forced march or shortly thereafter. The removal period also saw the massive movement of missionaries stationing themselves west of the Mississippi. With the expectation of the Indians’ demise as a people, missionaries made a great effort to “civilize” and Christianize Native Americans. “Tribes and nations must perish and live only as men.” (Berkhofer 1967, p. 7) The removal concept was further refined after the mid-century when it became evident that U.S. expansion planned to claim the West as well as the East. U.S. government officials concluded unspecified tracts of “Indian Territory” needed to be more sharply defined into reservations. Those opposing westward expansion were rounded up and forcibly confined to the reservations. This instigated the Great Plains wars of the 1860s-1880s.
Allotment Act — 1887
In 1887 Congress passed the General Allotment Act also known as the ‘Dawes Act’. “Friends” of American Indians believed that this act and other assimilationist practices were an alternative to the extinction of Indian people. The Cherokee and the other Five Civilized Tribes which included the Creek, Choctaw, Chickasaw, Cherokee, and Seminole resisted the act. The act stated that the head of each family would receive 160 acres of tribal land and each single person would receive 80 acres. Title to the land would be held in trust by the government for 25 years. After 25 years each individual would receive United States citizenship and fee simple title to their land. Tribal lands not allotted to Native Americans on the reservation were to be sold to the United States and the land would be opened for homesteading. Proceeds from the land sales were to be placed in trust and used by the government as an account for supplies provided to Indian people. The Cherokees western land extension was sold to the United States in 1891 and in 1893 opened, mostly to non-Indian setters, in a famous land run. When the allotment process began in 1887, the total land held by American Indian tribes on reservations equaled 138,000,000 acres. By the end of the allotment period landholdings had been reduced to 48,000,000 acres. Since 1934 the landholdings have slowly increased to 56,000,000 acres.
Citizenship Act — 1924
A one sentence act “[A]ll non-citizen Indians born within the territorial limits of the United States be, and they are hereby declared to be citizens of the United States,” made all American Indians citizens of the United States. Most Native Americans considered this Act to be long overdue. Throughout history, a few treaties offered Native Americans citizenship options. However, in many cases individuals were forced to choose between staying with their tribes and being removed to the west or remaining behind in the old lands and accepting citizenship and a small allotment of land. The Dawes Act of 1887 conferred citizenship to those who received land allotments after they held in trust for 25 years. Some Native Americans, like the Cherokee, became citizens when their state was admitted to the Union. Another act in 1888 declared that Indian women who married U.S. citizens would be given citizenship. In 1924, when the Citizenship Act was passed almost one-third of the Indian people in the United States were still not considered citizens.
Termination Policy — 1953-1968
In 1943 the United States Senate conducted a survey of Indian conditions. The living conditions on the reservations were found to be horrific, with the residents living in severe poverty. The Bureau of Indian Affairs and the federal bureaucracy were found to be at fault for the troubling problems due to extreme mismanagement. Thus began the era of the governments’ efforts to eradicate the Indian tribes of North America. The U.S. government called this their “Termination Policy.” The government believed that there were tribes that were ready to be part of main stream American society and no longer needed the protection of the federal government. Two tribes, the Klamaths who owned valuable timber property in Oregon and the Agua Caliente, who owned the land around Palm Springs were some of the first tribes to be affected by the policy. These lands, rich in resources, were taken over by the Federal Government. In 1953 Congress adopted an official policy of “termination” declaring that the goal was “as rapidly as possible to make Indians within the territorial limits of the United States subject to the same laws and entitled to the same privileges and responsibilities as are applicable to other citizens of the United States.”(House Concurrent Resolution 108) From 1953-1964 109 tribes were terminated and federal responsibility and jurisdiction was turned over to state governments. Approximately 2,500,000 acres of trust land was removed from protected status and 12,000 Native Americans lost tribal affiliation. The lands were sold to non-Indians the tribes lost official recognition by the U.S. government. Public Law 280 which was passed in 1953 turned power over to state governments to enforce most of the regular criminal laws on reservations as they were doing in other parts of the state. State governments and tribes disapproved of the law. Tribes disliked states having jurisdiction without tribal consent and state governments resented taking on jurisdiction for these additional areas without additional funding. With such mutual dissent additional amendments to Public Law 280 have been passed to require tribal consent in law enforcement and in some cases the states have been able to return jurisdiction back to the federal government.
Indian Religious Freedom Act – 1978
A joint resolution of Congress, the Indian Religious Freedom Act of 1978 states that it shall be the “policy of the United States to protect and preserve for American Indians their inherent right of freedom to believe, express, and exercise the traditional religions of the American Indian . . including but not limited to access to sites, use and possession of sacred objects and freedom to worship through ceremonials and traditional rites.” As a joint resolution the act had no provisions for enforcement. An act that was finally passed in 1993 provided American Indians with help to retain their sacred sites and the 1994 act made it legal for peyote to be used and transported for ceremonial purposes in connection with the practice of traditional Indian religion. Key events in the history of the Northern Plains Native Americans include more than a hundred and fifty years of interaction with white settlers. These events, often tragic and inaccurately documented, contain the historical roots of life today on the Northern Plains reservations. To learn more about the historical key events: Listed on the American Indian Relief Council website: http://airc.org.
Source: American Indian Relief Council | EDUCATION |
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REQUEST FOR URGENT BUSINESS ASSISTANCE
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Your contact was availed to me by the chamber of
commerce. It was given to me because of my diplomatic
status as I did not disclose the actual reasons for
which I sought your contact. But I was
assured That you are reputable and trustworthy if you
will be of assistance.
I am Laurent Mpeti Kabila (Jnr) the second son of
Late President LAURENT DESIRE KABILA the immediate
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I have the privilege of being mandated by my father colleagues
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SOURCES OF DIAMONDS AND FUND
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mines and a political party leader known as the Union Sacree de,
I opposition radicale et ses allies (USORAL) to buy arms
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deal,
my father was murdered. f.K. Maliba (FKM) and I have decided to keep
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“He’s not talking.”
“What’s wrong with him?”
“Grandpa!”
“It’s just his time to go.”
“But he’s still breathing why isn’t he doing anything?”
I could hear my family around me, worried, scared, they don’t want to lose me. More importantly, they want me to say bye.
But right now I’m thinking.
When I first took this power on, I thought it was great. Essentially unbeatable? Hell yea! I was world renowned for how “great” I was as Power Man.
I guess I didn’t think things through.
I’ve beaten many foes in my life through trial and error, through perseverance and hard work.
But I don’t want to beat Cancer.
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been through this. It has to be years at this point. I’ve tried everything.
I was ready to die. I am ready to die.
At first I tried different ways of causing it. I let it play out normally. I tried suicide thinking maybe I had to defeat myself. I convinced family members to do it. The doctor did it. Hell, I managed to jump out a window a few times.
Then I thought maybe it was something “spiritual “.
I laid out all my regrets, my secrets and my identity to my family.
I told them Jane was my favorite daughter. That one hurt.
I got them all to hate me thinking I had to lose them.
Nothing.
Works.
In the past, I was always brought back when I was defeated so I could defeat my defeater.
Wait a minute.
Wait wait wait.
When I was defeated.....
....defeated.....
Maybe that’s what this is.
I’m not dying of natural causes. I’m dying because I got cancer from one of my enemies. Now they’ve “defeated” me and so it’s bringing me back.
But who have I defeated that’s still around? There’s only two I can think of:
Vullbull and Christened.
I’m out of other ideas at this point.
I open my eyes and ask Jane for her phone.
They’re all shocked I’m moving. I forgot that I’d been acting senile for the last however-many iterations I’ve been through.
They keep trying to talk to me, I just want the phone. They ask me whats wrong. They’re all talking at once. I yell for a phone.
God dammit. That yell did it. Here I go again.
Next time.
| STORY |
Main caharacter: Gwen (l/n when i think of one)
Demon Power: hypnotic voice aka siren song
Alastor: is interested in Gwen but has a hard time expressing his true feelings.
Charlie Morningstar: wants to be friends right off the back
Lucifer Morningstar: Father to charlie
Nickname: Duck daddy, dorky dad
Angel Dust: is reluctant to be Gwens friend but you'll see why they become friends.
Vaggie
Nickname: Cyclops, charlies girlfriend, Vagatha
Husker
nicknames: drunk kitty, Magic Kat, Kitty Kat
Niftty:..... Nope not nicknaming don't care what happens
Cherri and sir pentious: they will be a couple mark my words
Velvet
Valentino: Dick head, Monster moth
Vox: flat faced prince of nothing
Lilith Morningstar: she is beautiful and i stand by that. | STORY |
<i><u>dark matter:</u> matter composed of particles that do not absorb, reflect, or emit light only identified because of the impacts it has on observable matter</i>
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War has descended upon the wizarding world, and Harry James Potter, the Chosen One, is in the middle of it. Right beside him is Lucy Everlin Diggory, stronger (and more in love with him) than ever. The stage is set. The war is on.
In this section, Dark Matter, Lucy Everlin Diggory is pushed to her limits as she learns to love and fight in ways she never has before. Harry James Potter is once again on the front lines of a war he never wanted, but he knows this time that he is seen, understood, heard, valued, loved. Ginevra Molly Weasley goes on a journey, but rather than trekking across the UK hunting for Horcruxes like her best friends, her journey happens internally as she discovers for the first time her own strengths and desires. Henry Benjamin Furls finds himself thrown into the war in shocking ways, but his family and friends remind him again and again and again that he's not alone anymore. George Fabian Weasley heads up those efforts to make sure Henry never has to be alone again, all while doing his best to keep pouring love and laughter into a world that grows more desperate for it every passing day.
A world away, Claire Everlin begins to understand that distance and time are not inherently evil, and that she is allowed to be her own person even as she continues to struggles with the questions that remain over a decade after her sister's mysterious disappearance.
As far as the Marauders are concerned, that story has been written. Those pages have been turned. There's no going back. But will history repeat itself? Will echoes of the first wizarding war be heard as the second rages on?
Cass Williams isn't sure. She's just trying to be the best version of herself in a world that she fears will never allow her to exist as she wishes she could: unafraid and unyielding and unapologetic and unbreakable. | STORY |
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The vibrations produced by earthquakes are detected, recorded, and measured by instruments call seismographs. The zig-zag line made by a seismograph, called a "seismogram," reflects the changing intensity of the vibrations by responding to the motion of the ground surface beneath the instrument. From the data expressed in seismograms, scientists can determine the time, the epicenter, the focal depth, and the type of faulting of an earthquake and can estimate how much energy was released.
The two general types of vibrations produced by earthquakes are surface waves, which travel along the Earth's surface, and body waves, which travel through the Earth. Surface waves usually have the strongest vibrations and probably cause most of the damage done by earthquakes.
Body waves are of two types, compressional and shear. Both types pass through the Earth's interior from the focus of an earthquake to distant points on the surface, but only compressional waves travel through the Earth's molten core. Because compressional waves travel at great speeds and ordinarily reach the surface first, they are often called "primary waves" or simply "P" waves. P waves push tiny particles of Earth material directly ahead of them or displace the particles directly behind their line of travel.
Shear waves do not travel as rapidly through the Earth's crust and mantle as do compressional waves, and because they ordinarily reach the surface later, they are called "secondary" or "S" waves. Instead of affecting material directly behind or ahead of their line of travel, shear waves displace material at right angles to their path and therefore sometimes called "transverse" waves.
The first indication of an earthquake is often a sharp thud, signaling the arrival of compressional waves. This is followed by the shear waves and then the "ground roll" caused by the surface waves. A geologist who was at Valdez, Alaska, during the 1964 earthquake described this sequence: The first tremors were hard enough to stop a moving person, and shock waves were immediately noticeable on the surface of the ground. These shock waves continued with a rather long frequency, which gave the observer an impression of a rolling feeling rather than abrupt hard jolts. After about 1 minute the amplitude or strength of the shock waves increased in intensity and failures in buildings as well as the frozen ground surface began to occur ... After about 3 1/2 minutes the severe shock waves ended and people began to react as could be expected.
The severity of an earthquake can be expressed in several ways. The magnitude of an earthquake, usually expressed by the Richter Scale, is a measure of the amplitude of the seismic waves. The moment magnitude of an earthquake is a measure of the amount of energy released - an amount that can be estimated from seismograph readings. The intensity, as expressed by the Modified Mercalli Scale, is a subjective measure that describes how strong a shock was felt at a particular location.
The Richter Scale, named after Dr. Charles F. Richter of the California Institute of Technology, is the best known scale for measuring the magnitude of earthquakes. The scale is logarithmic so that a recording of 7, for example, indicates a disturbance with ground motion 10 times as large as a recording of 6. A quake of magnitude 2 is the smallest quake normally felt by people. Earthquakes with a Richter value of 6 or more are commonly considered major; great earthquakes have magnitude of 8 or more on the Richter scale.
The Modified Mercalli Scale expresses the intensity of an earthquake's effects in a given locality in values ranging from I to XII. The most commonly used adaptation covers the range of intensity from the condition of "I -- Not felt except by a very few under especially favorable conditions," to "XII -- Damage total. Lines of sight and level are distorted. Objects thrown upward into the air." Evaluation of earthquake intensity can be made only after eyewitness reports and results of field investigations are studied and interpreted. The maximum intensity experienced in the Alaska earthquake of 1964 was X; damage from the San Francisco and New Madrid earthquakes reached a maximum intensity of XI.
Earthquakes of large magnitude do not necessarily cause the most intense surface effects. The effect in a given region depends to a large degree on local surface and subsurface geologic conditions. An area underlain by unstable ground (sand, clay, or other unconsolidated materials), for example, is likely to experience much more noticeable effects than an area equally distant from an earthquake's epicenter but underlain by firm ground such as granite. In general, earthquakes east of the Rocky Mountains affect a much larger area than earthquakes west of the Rockies.
An earthquake's destructiveness depends on many factors. In addition to magnitude and the local geologic conditions, these factors include the focal depth, the distance from the epicenter, and the design of buildings and other structures. The extent of damage also depends on the density of population and construction in the area shaken by the quake.
The Loma Prieta earthquake of 1989 demonstrated a wide range of effects. The Santa Cruz mountains suffered little damage from the seismic waves, even though they were close to the epicenter. The central core of the city of Santa Cruz, about 24 kilometers (15 miles) away from the epicenter, was almost competely destroyed. More than 80 kilometers (50 miles) away, the cities of San Francisco and Oakland suffered selective but severe damage, including the loss of more than 40 lives. The greatest destruction occurred in areas where roads and elevated structures were built on stable ground underlain by loose, unconsolidated soils.
The Northridge, California, earthquake of 1994 also produced a wide variety of effects, even over distances of just a few hundred meters. Some buildings collapsed, while adjacent buildings of similar age and construction remained standing. Similarly, some highway spans collapsed, while others nearby did not. | EDUCATION |
This article will try to simplify the concept of If/Else statements in computer science programming. An if/else statement is an example of a conditional statement. If a certain condition is met, then an action will take place. You use if/else statements every day in your life without realizing it. See the below flowchart as an example.
The current situation is that you are hungry. Next, we will see if you have food. If you do have food, you will just eat the food you already have. Else, you will go buy some food to eat. This is a basic example of an if statement.
In computer science, just like in real life as seen in our flowchart, in an if statement, if a certain condition is met then a specific action will take place. If that condition is not met then that action will not take place and another action may take place instead.
The above line of code demonstrates what was earlier shown in our flowchart. We know that we are hungry. Our if statement checks if we have food. Because “doIHaveFood” is equal to true then this block of code will print “Eat the food that I already have”. If “doIHaveFood” was equal to false, the code would print out “Go buy some food”
If you noticed in our if statement, we had “==” in between the 2 values that we wanted to compare. This is an example of our comparison operators. Comparison operators are used to check if a statement is true or not. Use the comparison operator that best matches your needs. Look at the list below of the other comparison operators along with their meanings
== equal to (left side is equal to the right side)
> greater than (left side is greater than the right side)
≥ greater than or equal to (left side is greater than or equal to the right side)
≤ less than or equal to (left side is less than or equal to the right side)
!= not equal to (left side is not equal to the right side)
Next, we have logical operators. The main 2 logical operators are AND and OR. AND is represented by &&, OR is represented by ||. When using the &&(AND) both conditions must be met. When using the ||(OR) only 1 of the conditions have to be met.
With the first 2 screenshots, you see when both conditions are met, “I can buy food” is printed. However, in screenshot 2 when 1 condition is not true, “I need to get a job” is printed.
Failing AND Operator
In the final screenshot below you can see the OR operator. As long as either I did not have food or cash was more than 5, “I can buy food” is printed
Now we will finish we “If Else”. Think of this as a way to be more precise with your information and give more options. Imagine you have $20 and go to the store and want to know what you could buy. You go up to the price tag of the TV first and see it’s $500, which is more than you have so you go to the next item. After that, you go to the video games. A new Xbox game is $60, which is still more than you have so you can’t get that either. Finally, you find a nice book for $19.99, so you get it. However, because you spent all of your money on the book, you didn’t get to buy the soda that was $2.
The ElseIf goes into each elseIf statement until one of the criteria is met. Once the criteria are met then it executes the code for that block and then ignores the following elseif statements. See the below code snippet. | EDUCATION |
Data comparison is needed in digital systems while performing arithmetic or logical operations. This comparison determines whether one number is greater than, equal, or less than the other number. A digital comparator is widely used in combinational system and is specially designed to compare the relative magnitudes of binary numbers.
These are also available in IC form with different bit comparing configurations such as 4-bit, 8-bit, etc. More than one comparator can also be connected in cascade arrangement to perform comparison of numbers of longer lengths.Whenever we want to compare the two binary numbers, first we have to compare the most significant bits.
If these MSBs are equal, then only we need to compare the next significant bits. But if the MSBs are not equal, then it would be clear that either A is greater than or less than B and the process of comparison ceases.
For example, the two 2-bit number are A = A1A0 and B=B1B0. If A1 is not equal to B1, then it is clear that A is greater than B for A1 =1 & B1= 0 or else A is less than B for A0= 0 & B0 =1. At this stage the process of comparison ceases.
If the MSBs are equal, i.e., A1=B1 only then we need to compare the next significant bits A0 and B0 and decide whether the number is greater than, less than or equal. So, the comparator produces three outputs as L, E and G corresponds to less than, equal and greater than comparisons.
Digital comparators can be of two types
Comparators that have only one output terminal and produces the output either low or high are identity comparators.
Comparators with three output terminals and checks for three conditions i.e greater than or less than or equal to is magnitude comparator.
A magnitude digital comparator is a combinational circuit that compares two digital or binary numbers (consider A and B) and determines their relative magnitudes in order to find out whether one number is equal, less than or greater than the other digital number.
Three binary variables are used to indicate the outcome of the comparison as A>B, A<B, or A=B. The below figure shows the block diagram of a n-bit comparator which compares the two numbers of n-bit length and generates their relation between themselves.
These comparators can compare 2-bit, 4-bit and 8-bit numbers depending on the application requirement. These are available in TTL as well as CMOS logic family ICs and some of these ICs include IC 7485 (4-bit comparator), IC 4585 (4-bit comparator in CMOS family) and IC 74AS885 (8-bit comparator).
Single Bit Magnitude Comparator
A comparator used to compare two bits, i.e., two numbers each of single bit is called a single bit comparator. It consists of two inputs for allowing two single bit numbers and three outputs to generate less than, equal and greater than comparison outputs.
The figure below shows the block diagram of a single bit magnitude comparator. This comparator compares the two bits and produces one of the 3 outputs as L (A<B), E (A=B) and G (A>B).
The truth table for the single bit comparator is given below. When A0 B0 = 00 & 11, both inputs are equal, therefore A=B output will be high. When A0 B0 = 01, B is more than A and hence AB is active.
From the truth table logical expressions for each output can be expressed as
By using these Boolean expressions, we can implement a logic circuit for this comparator using two AND gates, one NOT gate and one Ex-NOR gate as shown in below figure. AND gates are used to find whether a binary digit is less than greater than another bit whereas Ex-NOR gate is used to find whether two binary numbers are equal or not.
In the figure, one AND gate has inputs of A0 (B0) ̅ and another has inputs (A0) ̅ B0. Therefore, one AND gate output is 1 if A0 > B0 (i.e., A0 =1 and B0 =0) and is zero if A0 < B0 (i.e., A0 =0 and B0 =1). Similarly, other AND gate output is one if A0 < B0 (i.e., A0 =0 and B0 =1) and is zero if A0 > B0 (i.e., A0 =1and B0 =0).
The Ex-NOR gate has inputs A0 B0, hence the output of the Ex-NOR gate will be 1 if A0 = B0 and the output will be 0 if A0 is not equal to B0.
A 2-bit comparator compares two binary numbers, each of two bits and produces their relation such as one number is equal or greater than or less than the other. The figure below shows the block diagram of a two-bit comparator which has four inputs and three outputs.
The first number A is designated as A = A1A0 and the second number is designated as B = B1B0. This comparator produces three outputs as G (G = 1 if A>B), E (E = 1, if A = B) and L (L = 1 if A<B).The truth table of this comparator is shown below which depicting various input and output states.
The k-map simplification for the above truth table is as follows.
From the above k-map simplification, each output can be expressed as
By using above obtained Boolean equation for each output, the logic diagram can be implemented by using four NOT gates, seven AND gates, two OR gates and two Ex-NOR gates.
The figure below shows the logic diagram of a 2-bit comparator using basic logic gates. It is also possible to construct this comparator by cascading of two 1-bit comparators.
It can be used to compare two four-bit words. The two 4-bit numbers are A = A3 A2 A1 A0 and B3 B2 B1 B0 where A3 and B3 are the most significant bits.
It compares each of these bits in one number with bits in that of other number and produces one of the following outputs as A = B, A < B and A>B. The output logic statements of this converter are
- If A3 = 1 and B3 = 0, then A is greater than B (A>B). Or
- If A3 and B3 are equal, and if A2 = 1 and B2 = 0, then A > B. Or
- If A3 and B3 are equal & A2 and B2 are equal, and if A1 = 1, and B1 = 0, then A>B. Or
- If A3 and B3 are equal, A2 and B2 are equal and A1 and B1 are equal, and if A0 = 1 and B0 = 0, then A > B.
From the above statements, the output A > B logic expression can be written as
E = (A3 Ex-NOR B3) (A2 Ex-NOR B2) (A1 Ex-NOR B1) (A0 Ex-NOR B0)
From the above output Boolean expressions, the logic circuit for this comparator can be implemented by using logic gates as given below. In this the four outputs from Ex-NOR gates are applied to AND gate to give the binary variable E or A = B. The other two outputs are also use Ex-NOR outputs to generate the Boolean functions as shown figure.
The 4-bit comparator is mostly available in IC form and common type of this IC is 7485. This IC can be used to compare two 4-bit binary words by grounding I (A>B), I (A<B) and I (A=B) connector inputs to Vcc terminal. The figure below shows the pin diagram of IC7485 comparator.
In addition to the normal comparator, this IC is provided with cascading inputs in order to facilitate the cascading several comparators. Any number of bits can be compared by cascading several of these comparator ICs.
An 8-bit comparator compares the two 8-bit numbers by cascading of two 4-bit comparators. The circuit connection of this comparator is shown below in which the lower order comparator A<B, A=B and A>B outputs are connected to the respective cascade inputs of the higher order comparator.
For the lower order comparator, the A=B cascade input must be connected High, while the other two cascading inputs A ,B must be connected to LOW. The outputs of the higher order comparator become the outputs of this eight-bit comparator.
Applications of Comparators
- These are used in the address decoding circuitry in computers and microprocessor based devices to select a specific input/output device for the storage of data.
- These are used in control applications in which the binary numbers representing physical variables such as temperature, position, etc. are compared with a reference value. Then the outputs from the comparator are used to drive the actuators so as to make the physical variables closest to the set or reference value.
- Process controllers
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This is my second x reader I'm making, if some of my grammar wrong is because this is made when I was 13 years old. This book was supposed to be a Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios but after I made Ben's part, I have nothing to put on the other creepypasta and this book was draft since the first week of February. Before you guys head to the next chapter, I have 3 rules
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There was something to be said about maintenance. Something that Volt did not think about too much when he let his dick do most of the thinking for him the previous night, and especially not when he was waist-deep inside Cynder’s immense rear. It was only after waking up in the morning and being faced with the mess they made of not just the room but most of the house around it that the dragon began to think if maybe they shouldn’t put a few brakes on their mindless, lust-filled adventures, because he did not, repeat, did not want to clean something like that on a regular basis.
It was bad enough that he had to deal with the smell and the heat emanating off of it, with his spunk in particular apparently disliking the notion that it should cool down during the night. It was about as hot as it had been when it first came out, turning their bedroom into a sauna and making any clean-up effort that much more complicated thanks to all the sweat and arousal; that the two dragonesses seemed to be more preoccupied with drawing out more of it from him didn’t help either, and it quickly reached a point where Volt had to order them to leave and take a bath just so he could be finished, or else he’d be there all day and still do nothing to even make a dent in the overall flooding problem.
If mops had seemed like a good idea before, they didn’t after about ten failed minutes of going nowhere fast; his cum was far more solid than it was liquid, and yet it steadfastly refused to let go of any surface it stuck to, leaving him wondering just how in blazes he was supposed to clean it off. The only solution he found worked (slightly) was conjuring a pressurized jet of water and literally scraping the damn thing off of… well, everything, really. The resulting globby mess oozed into the main hallway and sloshed its way into adjacent parts of the house, needing Volt to call his two lovers again so they’d help him flush it outside via the use of some hastily-cast portals. In the end, he was stuck washing his ceiling and walls for a good three hours before most of the remnants from the previous night were gone, and even then there remained a significant amount hiding in nooks and crannies that, frankly, Volt didn’t have the patience to deal with.
A quick shower later and he was ready to face the next challenge: breakfast. Two massive, amazonian lovers after a night full of bed-destroying fun meant three hungry mouths needing nourishment of the highest caliber. And obviously, neither of them moved off their ass to actually do anything at all, preferring to sit around waiting for Volt to do all the cooking for them. They kept poking and prodding at him, offering lewd comments and making rather unwholesome suggestions about where he should stick this or that into wherever; it was enough to make the dragon sigh in frustration, not because he wasn’t receptive to the offers, but mostly because it was getting in the way of making toast properly.
His patience was further tested after breakfast was served, with both of the women deciding that the best course of action would be to play with their food. Volt didn’t really know what possessed him to give them a bottle of syrup, but he couldn’t deny that what they were doing with it was unsurprising; if anything, it’d be weird if the two didn’t slather their tits with as much of it as they could, followed by a mock-wrestling contest where they “fought” for control of what was left in the bottle. In any other circumstance, Volt might just have enjoyed the spectacle enough to join in, but being in the state that he was meant the dragon was far, far more concerned about the complete lack of control he had over Spyra and Cynder.
His house was a mess, his kitchen was a mess, the two dragonesses were a mess and now his thoughts were going down that path as well. He didn’t know whether to scream, moan, slap himself or do all three things, so it didn’t take long before a single thought crystallized in his mind: get out. It seemed like the only way he still had to retain his sanity, even if it was incredibly rude to the budding giantesses still fighting over the syrup; not even bothering with clothes, instead snapping his fingers to conjure up something resembling his usual attire, Volt stormed out of the kitchen and slammed the front door behind him, taking a long, deep breath of some actual fresh air.
It was so pleasant outdoors. No worrying about scraping cum off the walls, no having to concern himself with getting the smell out, not a single thought to be spared about two horny, draconic beauties mock-fighting one another over a bottle of syrup that didn’t have anything in it anymore. Just clean air, the sun on his face, and the faintest hint of a breeze to help cool him down. It was so welcoming, in fact, that Volt didn’t want to let go of it; to do so meant to go back in the house and have to plunge headfirst into the pile of misery that was cleaning his place up, so why even bother? Best that he leave Cynder and Spyra to their own devices, they were… probably not likely to realize what they were supposed to do, but it was still a non-zero chance nonetheless. Besides, if they didn’t clean up, at least they’d be too exhausted to get in the way when he did, so it was a win-win scenario in any case.
Volt turned left, eager to find his way to the river and enjoy some alone time by the water. Maybe, he thought to himself, a nice relaxing bath in a natural stream was all he really needed to get all the frustrations out of his system. Leave his clothes by the shore, anchor himself with his claws and just let the water flow as it may over and around his frame, while his mind wandered off to wherever it may go. It was such a wondrous thought that Volt found himself lost in his daydreams, almost tripping over someone he didn’t even see in front of him. Some hasty excuses were given and the very blushy dragon did his best to avoid such an embarrassment again, keeping his head as away from the clouds as he could… at least until he got to his destination.
Even still, it was quite clear he was attracting a lot more attention than usual. Some of it had to do with the amount of damage he was responsible for, obviously; not everyone had forgiven him for the whole mountain affair, or what Cynder did to some of the town when she went nuts with her size. Nonetheless, quite a few of those stares weren’t carrying a single hint of malice; quite the contrary, in fact, as a significant amount were from dragonesses and dragons his own age, who were shamelessly ogling the end result of what were… how many days of mindless sex? Honestly, Volt didn’t even know anymore.
His limits had been thoroughly tested, and though he still retained his shapeshifting and hyper abilities, he found he could no longer use them as effectively as he used to be able to. His nuts, normally kept at a reasonable (for him) size, were now permanently stuck dragging along the ground, while his shaft had bulged out so much that its base was fully visible poking out the top of his shorts. The whole package throbbed visibly, providing a show for anyone who happened to be close by, and the sounds created by the two cum factories attached to him were so pronounced that he could’t even hide them if he wanted to.
Not that he did. Tripping over someone accidentally might be awkward, but Volt was no stranger to having his body be admired like that by random people in the street. If anything, this was a return to form after a few days of angry looks and disapproving tutting; it was nice to have his shapely form be appreciated for what it was, a symbol of virility and masculinity, crafted and formed over many years of intense training, study and rampant cheating via the use of shapeshifting. If it weren’t for the fact that Spyra and Cynder were waiting at home, he might even have returned some of the catcalling and whistling; as it stood though, and even if he found them to be supremely irritating now that they were apparently lust-addled, it was still impossible to even consider a dalliance with anyone else. He had tasted the finest of wines, so going back to bottled tap water was… not high on his priority list.
These thoughts swirled around in his head until he was back in a self-introspective funk, intermittently worrying about what he was supposed to do with those two and marvelling at the sheer number of possibilities their existence made real. It was a tough balancing act, to be sure, but one that he was excited to try out; if there was any one certainty in his life, it was that it was going to have to be rebuilt from the ground up to deal with the two dragonesses that were now a part of it. It was enough to get him to smile to himself for a few seconds, because honestly the one thing he really wanted at that moment was to comfortably snuggle up with them… something he knew wouldn’t be possible thanks to their incensed, hyperactive libido.
He sighed. Opportunities, opportunities…
At least the riverbank was completely empty. It being a weekday he didn’t expect anything different, but it was still a nice surprise when literally no one was around. It gave him all the time in the world to pick a secluded spot, preferably hidden away by some trees, where he could take as long as he wanted to remove his clothes, arrange them in a neat pile and then walk into the smooth, cool water at his leisurely pace. The dragon let out a sigh as his body entering the river caused a plume of steam to erupt from its surface, his inner heat enough to cause small bubbles to rise up from underneath him. It was an unfortunate side-effect of both his draconic nature and his status as a hyper, what with his already-enhanced metabolism having to deal with a package as large as his, plus the constant demand to go even bigger that he had to consciously fight back against.
It was the perfect place to have a think about his current predicament… or would be, if not for the sounds of footsteps approaching him. Volt sighed, making a mental note to remember to warn people before he got out of the water, even going so far as to deliberately sink even lower just so he wouldn’t have any naughty bits showing up; the last time he was in that position he had to explain a lot of uncomfortable things to a couple of police officers who were called in for “public indecency”. But the person who spoke up wasn’t a stranger, though he hadn’t heard her voice in a great many years. It was softer than he remembered, more melodious, and carried with it enough hints of seduction and sultriness that the effort he put behind hiding his junk beneath the water really didn’t make that much of a difference in the end.
“You don’t have to hide from me, Volt, you know I’ve seen worse in my day~”
Ember. He hadn’t seen her in so long that he barely recognized her face, let alone her body. It was true that he was used to curves far more exaggerated than her own, but the dragoness was still quite respectable in that department, far more than he imagined she would be. She seemed so natural too; the flared hips and thick thighs bounced perfectly with each step as she sashayed closer to him, her perky breasts jiggling just enough to indicate that yes, they were real and yes, they were as soft as they looked, all of it wrapped up in some eight delicious feet of dragoness that seemed to have eyes for him, and only him.
“I figured I’d come pay a visit after your two little incidents with the girls. Speaking of, how are they~?”
“Hum… they’re… just fine, yeah, they’re at home right now,” Volt stammered, Ember’s casual tone throwing him off for a few moments. He didn’t expect her to be so upfront about it after so many years apart, “but why are you here? I haven’t seen you in… goodness, I don’t know how long!”
“Oh, you know, I was around, figured I’d drop by, the usual,” the dragoness giggled, snapping her fingers and magically whisking away her tight top and tighter jeans, fully revealing her body to the submerged dragon, “mind if I join~?”
“Please, by all means.”
She nodded, a plume of white smoke hissing into the air the moment her feet touched the water, completely obscuring her form for several minutes before the boiling finally stopped. She was at least as relaxed as Volt had been, bust floating freely in the currents and her eyes closed, savouring the few moments of silence before her inevitable trap. It was coming, and the dragon knew it was; no chance that Ember, of all people, showed up when she did purely because she “was around”. It was a calculated move on her part, and even though Volt found her to be attractive, because of course he did (thanks, lower brain), he already had two lust-crazed dragonesses waiting for him at home. It was a thought he never expected to have, but he did not want another one.
It was almost insulting to him, so much that he had to chuckle at the notion. He was now so spoiled for choice he could pass up on an opportunity to add to his harem, when mere weeks ago he’d be content with a passing glance from Spyra in order to assert himself. What even was his life anymore?
“Something funny?” Ember quipped, gently tilting her head to the side.
“Nah, just… thinking of things, you know.”
“Oh, wanting some privacy to clear your mind?” - here it came - “Well, if that’s the case, I know just the perfect spot for that. A little lake a few miles upstream, away from civilization; found it a few months back while gathering alchemical supplies, and no one really goes there. If you’d like, I could teleport us over~”
Of course she knew about this lake. Of course it was deserted and out of the way. Volt could only shake his head and smile at the absurdity of it all; did he suddenly develop a supernatural ability to attract people like those three? Was this his life now, “doomed” to have suitors appear and throw their curves at him? He wasn’t going to complain if that was the case, but it would’ve been nice to receive a warning in advance.
Nevertheless, he nodded, wanting to see where things would go. In the next moment, he was somewhere completely different, even if his position and Ember’s hadn’t changed at all; rather than by the riverside, they were now in a large body of water, somewhere in the middle of nowhere with a large, uninterrupted ring of trees all around it. As the dragoness promised, it was completely empty, save for a few birds and the occasional deer. Off in the distance, just barely visible, was the half-rebuilt mountain that Spyra had been working on. To Volt’s side, Ember relaxed again, letting out a long sigh.
“You know, I saw the news and everything, but I never believed it was real until I saw it,” she spoke up, “you really did a number on those two, didn’t you?”
“That… I didn’t do anything to them?”
“Didn’t you? Well, must’ve been mistaken then… still, that must mean the whole thing was one heck of a game-changer, huh~?”
Volt couldn’t tell if Ember was sincerely getting the details wrong or deliberately trying to steer the conversation. Her tone sounded honest enough, but he’d learned a long time ago never to trust a dragon at their word. Himself included.
“After all, I couldn’t help but check in, you know?” the dragoness carried on, “Felt like seeing just what sizes we were dealing with, and goodness they’re big! Enormous, even! I can see you’re so twitchy yourself down there~”
Ah, of course. Of course it wasn’t honest. Volt would’ve scowled, if not for the fact that he knew exactly where the conversation was headed and had no intention of steering it away. Ember was person-sized and proportioned just to his liking that day: big, but still normal. No having to worry about the kind of messes that would turn the lake into a cum repository, just enough to cover her in white. He turned around, coming face-to-face with an Ember whose eyes were very much open and half-lidded, inviting him to come closer even as her voice continued to pretend things were perfectly normal.
“Must be hard on you. And I do mean that literally,” she chuckled, moving away from the edge of the water and positioning herself right in front of Volt, “which reminds me, I just so happened to see what you were carrying around yourself when you were getting busy with those two, and I have to say? Nice” - at no point did the dragon think to do anything to stop that seductress. If anything, he even allowed his cock to swell just enough to start poking out of the water, giving her something to look at - “And here we go… goodness me, it’s even larger in person! Do you mind~?”
“Please, by all means,” Volt answered back, readjusting himself to put most of his weight onto the ground beneath him.
Ember moved with a swiftness and dexterity that betrayed how often she must’ve either practiced for that very scenario, or had been in one before. Her fingers knew just where to wrap themselves around, her palms the right spots on where to press. It was impossible for the dragoness to even think about holding all of his shaft of course, but what she did reach was enough to send jolts of electricity up and down the dragon’s spine. That woman was certainly good at what she did; better, dare he say it, than either Cynder or Spyra.
Those two were good, but they mostly ran on excitement and performance rather than any technique. Being as big as they were, there was very little need for subtlety or finesse; just plop their immense rears on his face or heave their tits over his cock and things would fix themselves. Ember, meanwhile, had a far more delicate touch, yet one that pushed several more buttons than either of her “rivals” did; it seemed that for every inch she lacked in size, she made up for in knowing just how to push him in the right direction, and within seconds Volt had turned into a mewling, practically-purring mess underneath her hands. It was supernatural, practically magical, and if the dragon had bothered to pay attention, he’d know that’s exactly what it was.
But hands alone wouldn’t suffice, not for him and not for her; though her breasts were nowhere near the magnitude of the other two’s, Ember’s bust was still prodigious enough that she could wrap her tits around most of the dragon’s shaft, allowing her to start bobbing up and down its length… somehow. Despite the lack of a solid surface to stand on, the two might as well be on a bed from how easily she moved around, bringing to mind a lot of suspicions about just how natural that “lake” was. Not that Volt was in any position to complain; he had another gorgeous dragoness ready and willing to service him out of literal nowhere, so why look a gift horse in the mouth?
An important question to ask, seeing as her true intentions began to be made clear a few moments later. Her intense pace and quick rhythm weren’t just for show; Ember’s whole body began to change in order to keep up with the sudden demand posed by Volt’s cock, her entire form widening and stretching as it grew in every direction, those eight feet quickly turning to nine, ten, twelve, fifteen… for Volt, it was just natural to do the exact same in return, always keeping a few steps ahead, just to make sure Ember knew who was supposed to be in charge. However, it seemed like the dragoness had other plans altogether, as she simply kept on growing regardless of how much her lover did, eager to keep up and obviously wanting to surpass him; it betrayed her intentions as quickly as her words did, which is exactly why Volt made sure to outpace her at every turn.
Eventually, even a titjob just wasn’t enough to satisfy her. While her lover would be more than content to be on the receiving end of it for the rest of the day, Ember obviously had some kind of plan for the two of them and wouldn’t take any deviation to it kindly. Despite Volt’s best efforts, she kept trying to grow large enough to reach his tip, grumbling and huffing whenever she saw it escape from her grasp. The two were getting big enough to start covering a large chunk of their side of the lake, enough that its waters were being displaced and thrown onto the treeline, scaring off whatever animals still remained around it. Large waves began to crash against their bodies and even the bottom was starting to be carved out by their claws. But that wasn’t enough; it wasn’t nearly enough.
Ember’s temper was starting to live up to her name, her breath hot with flame and her body practically glowing as large plumes of steam began to rise from where it was touching the water. If the lake wasn’t completely removed from their sheer size, then it would be boiled off, especially as soon as she lost her patience completely and snapped her fingers, bringing their size competition to a temporary end; with a mighty roar, she unleashed all of her power (or at least a large portion of it) and directed it straight back at her, causing such a monumental jump in size that even Volt was stunned by it. The sun was blocked out and the earth itself shook and quaked underneath her, most of the lake being duly forced out of where it was supposed to be and flooding the forest around them. And still she grew even bigger, moaning and shouting for her lover’s name, her claws digging enormous grooves on the ground.
For Ember, it was the trump card she didn’t want to use. The dragoness had thought that her ministrations would be enough, that her tender touch and expert handling would bring Volt to his knees and make him beg for more. Despite her best efforts, this did not come to pass; not just that, but he seemed to be deliberately frustrating her attempts at moving past a simple titjob, to the point where she began wondering if he even wanted to have her like he did Spyra or Cynder. Her burning jealousy began to gnaw at her again, enough that her eyes were about as fiery as her heart when she stared the dragon down, wanting to let him know, in no uncertain terms, that he was hers to do what she wanted and what she wanted was to give him head, damnit!
It was her goal, to partake of the same kind of bountiful release as the other two dragonesses. Ember figured that something in Volt’s cum had to be responsible for the many growth spurts her rivals had undergone, being utterly unaware of the freak circumstances surrounding both of them, and she wanted it. And no just a bit, not even enough to satisfy her several times over; Ember would not be ready to let him go until she utterly eclipsed the other two dragonesses, and if that meant holding her soon-to-be-captive underneath her, pinned under an eternally-swelling ass, then she’d just have to do that. Thus, it was incredibly annoying that the normally playful durg seemed intent on denying her their rightful prize; if that was the case, she’d just have to forcefully extract it.
Volt, in the meantime, was weighing his options. He was already about half as big as the lake, and still had so much left in him that his current size was, frankly, him underachieving, but giving in to what Ember wanted just meant playing her game, and as much as the prospect of a third giantess was enticing, he had left the house to enjoy a quiet day off, not… this. Thus he still tried to keep his cock as far away from that mouth as he could, knowing as well as anyone that the moment a tongue touched it, he’d lose control of the situation. That said, after growth spurt of those dimensions, ignoring the immense need to shove that shaft somewhere where it could be used properly was becoming harder than the rod itself, leading to a rather uncomfortable situation where, for once, Volt had to think with one brain instead of two, and not the one below the waist for a change.
Of course, that was easier said than done; after a while, taking control of his muscles back from his more primal side took so much effort that he began to just give up in chunks: first his legs, then his arms, until eventually the only thing he was still consciously moving around was his head, letting him see just how little he was truly in charge. The dragoness had long since wrapped her lips and tongue around his cock, applying enough pressure and suction that Volt was all-but forced to arch his back upwards to deal with the pleasure coursing through him, gouts of flame bursting from his nose and mouth whenever he exhaled. Deep breaths, panting, that was what his life was; and now it was Ember, only Ember that he could see in front of him, massive, colossal, titanic, and still growing.
He needed to grow too.
Volt was clever about it, not wanting to give the dragoness a reason to turn herself into an even bigger monster. He used every opportunity he got: a moment of pause for breath, a particularly long tug or pull at his shaft, the rare occasions where Ember actually stopped to make a comment about how tiny he was. Inches and feet were added to his frame, just slowly enough that, by the time the giantess could tell that something was different, Volt had the time to say something before she outsized him again.
“Y-you know, I left my house this morning ‘cuz I wanted some fresh air,” he babbled on, barely in control of his own words, “get away from things, clear my head. Saw you, thought everything was fine… didn’t expect you to turn out to be th-this big, hnnnf” - his little speech was interrupted by a very bored Ember tightening her tongue around his member, a sly grin on her lips - “but you know what I love, d-don’t you? Been spying on us all this time, so I guess this i-isn’t a coincidence~”
The dragoness took her sweet time to respond, and even then she was careful enough to allow her tongue to slither over as much of her lover’s flesh as she could, licking her lips of the many goopy strands of pre that had adorned them over the past few minutes. Her reply came with the exact same tone of voice as always, incredibly mismatched with her new size and demeanour; perhaps she only had that one tone to work with, or maybe, as was the truth, it was the only way she had to keep herself under control while battling an intense, practically overwhelming desire to give in to animalistic desire and just ride Volt for all he was worth. Even then, she wasn’t about to let him go scott-free after emptying her mouth; now that the dragon’s cock was nice and lubricated, it was time to move herself to a more adequate position.
Volt did nothing to stop her; it would be insulting and downright idiotic to even try, considering how far the two had gone already. Still, he made sure to give her a little bit more than she bargained for, increasing his girth and length only after his tip broke through her lower lips, succeeding in dragging a few half-pained moans out of the dragoness, who nonetheless kept on taking his rod like it was absolutely nothing. Volt couldn’t help but notice she herself wasn’t growing, presumably so Ember could fully enjoy his size without denigrating it with shapeshifter powers.
“Well,” she began, her cheeks somehow an ever deeper shade of red than normal, “you know me; I was never one for finishing second. Or third. So as soon as I saw you fooling around with those two, I knew I had to-”
“Live up to the expectations?”
“Oh, Volt, you read me like a book,” Ember giggled, bringing her full weight down onto him and all-but smothering his upper body with her breasts after bending down to smooch him on the forehead, “but I’m afraid I’m not like your small harem; you’ll need to work harder to get through to me~”
“What, do you expect flattery?”
His words were spoken in jest and the way he said it made it patently obvious, which is why he was stunned to see the crimson flush on Ember’s cheeks glow even brighter, the dragoness for once being left speechless. It gave him the perfect opportunity to strike, to needle her until she, too, was a mewling mess, begging for his cock like the other two. But why, though? Why would he do the exact same thing as the other times, when the whole point of leaving the house was to try for something different? He’d already ruined his plans by accepting Ember’s suggestion and ending up with a third mountain of dragon flesh on top of him; now that he was given the chance to take a different route and be a bit more caring with his affection, he didn’t really want to let go of it.
“Well, if it’s flattery you want,” he continued, bringing a hand to cup one of Ember’s cheeks and softly planting a kiss on the tip of her muzzle, “tell me what you’d like to hear.”
And there it was. The fluttering eyelashes, the blushing, the eyes darting to the side to avoid direct contact. Even without trying, he found the one chink in Ember’s armour that allowed him to strike at the big softy underneath, and still he refused to do anything with it. He could tell she wanted him to; perhaps the dragoness had been watching him for longer than he thought and fully expected him to go in for the kill, to push all of her buttons until she couldn’t resist him. That’s certainly what her expression seemed to indicate; at points, Ember looked at him like she was expecting Volt to do… something. It wasn’t clear what, but she didn’t seem to want to take the next step herself.
The tumultuous confusion of emotions inside of the giantess’ mind would give even the greatest of thinkers pause. Ember had convinced herself she was above the base predations that had turned Cynder and Spyra into two self-indulgent sluts focused purely on their next filling meal of cockmeat, told herself that she was far classier a woman than that. The whole plan was devised entirely around that assumption, that being her belief that, push come to shove, she’d be able to take all of Volt and still come out on top. Now that she had though, things weren’t so certain; though her domineering side was still alive and well, it had been asked to sit in a corner and wait while the rest of her took center stage, the large chunk of her mind that would much rather act like a needy, subby lewdster, demanding attention from someone who could give it and so much more.
It was more than a want; it was a need. Ember needed him to take charge, in a way she never thought possible before, so much that her whole body was shaking at the mere thought. It was enough to get her to stop moving, her plans to bounce on that titanic shaft inside of her foiled before they were even put into action. And yet, there was something else stirring inside of her, something that didn’t match up with either her carnal rush for affection or the flimsy haughtiness she had built for herself. It was something that Ember hadn’t felt in quite a long time, an emotion so alien to her psyche that it took her a long while to even identify it at all.
Comfort.
No need for horniness, lewdness, sluttiness or anything of the sort. Well, not immediately at least; she felt it, that weird desire she was entirely unaccustomed to, trying to impose itself over the other two, muscleing in like it belonged… and it sort of did. The thought that she could be… comfortable, not wanted in a lustful sense or lusted after by that hunk of a dragon, but just comfortable, loved, warm and welcome in his embrace. The thought that he did want her to tell him what she wanted to hear, and that he’d be more than ready to oblige. It was all too good to be true, and yet Volt wasn’t going anywhere; he was still there, still underneath her, smiling a smile that he rarely did. He truly wanted this for her, for them, a pause in between the reckless, mindless debauchery that had characterized his life in the past few days. Maybe he was right and deserved something more than the usual; his body was impressively soft once she allowed her own to shrink just enough that she could hug him like a full-sized pillow.
“Worked through your issues there?” Volt mused, offering a quick peck on the top of her head, “Or are you going to grow again?”
“Shut up,” Ember snapped back, tightening their hug, “and make yourself warmer, I’m not done with you.”
An interesting choice of words, coming from someone who huffed as hard as Ember did before stuffing her face directly into Volt’s neck. The dragon felt no need to comment on it though; far as he cared, they were perfectly fine the way they were, and he’d be more than happy to just lie there in the emptied-out lake for the rest of the day. Besides, he was still hilted inside of her, so it’s not like he wasn’t getting something out of it.
Still, a deal was a deal, and he began talking. Volt never did get a straight answer out of her, but none was needed; just his imagination, running on overdrive and giving the dragoness everything she wanted to hear and more. Her curves, her heft, her weight, her looks, her voice, her warmth, her words, her smarts, her everything; she was perfect just the way she was, everything she could be and yet so much more. She alone was Ember, and there could never be anyone like her in a million years. The more he spoke the more she shrunk, trembling with each syllable as her mind struggled to deal with the avalanche of compliments being thrown at her; it was so funny for Volt to see what used to be such a proud giantess “reduced” to a trembling dragon, practically begging him to keep going, made putty in his hands just by constant flattery.
But, much like before, it still wasn’t enough. Much as both of them enjoyed it, they had come over to the lake for a completely different reason, and it just wouldn’t do for them to not finish it off in the most explosive way possible.
“... and the fact that you’ve probably got something up your sleeve to drive me wild even as I speak,” Volt finished, chuckling quietly, “are you gonna prove me wrong?”
Ember huffed, clearly not ready for the snuggle session to end, but she moved off of him nonetheless. It wouldn’t do for someone of her caliber to refuse such an obvious challenge, even if it meant letting go of the most comforting body pillow she had the pleasure of holding onto in her whole life. It was still an opportunity to flex her skills though, plus Volt was completely right; it would be downright criminal for their reunion to end with anything less than complete and utter reckless abandon.
Once more the earth shook as the giantess moved into place, reluctantly removing Volt from inside of her as she took her place, looming above him and casting a long enough shadow that anyone standing directly beneath might just think nightfall occurred before lunch. A beauty of rare qualities, doubly so when she turned around and bent over, slapping her rotund rear and letting those cheeks jiggle so wildly that the whole thing looked more like jello than scale-covered flesh.
“Well, I haven’t had the pleasure of picking a dragon for a mate, but you can’t deny I have the figure for it,” she murred at him, prompting the dragon to scramble to get to his feet, “and you wouldn’t want to deny a mother-to-be a good fuck, now would you~?”
Everything he needed to hear.
There was a split second where the two were separate, in between Volt starting to move and Ember being pushed on the ground with enough force to create a dragoness-sized crater. Both of the dragon’s hands sunk deeply into that immense, plush ass of hers, enough that it brought to mind memories of Cynder’s own form sucking him in, though Ember was at least considerate enough not to trap him in a pair of cheeks the size of his whole body. All she gave him was an eager tailhole and the moaning to go with it, the eagerness to buck right back into him whenever Volt thrusted and the strength and stamina to carry on long past the point where she should’ve collapsed.
The dragon knew that this was going to go badly. Someone as talented as Ember would be more than able to take anything he pumped out and turn it into more of themselves, and indeed that’s exactly what ended up happening. An old trick, repetitive even, but with such an ample source of protein and energy as his hyper self, could he truly blame any of them for taking advantage of it? It’d be like drowning in a desert and denying a cup of water just because it wasn’t of a particular brand, complete insanity really.
Thus the ground continued to shake as the two went at it like a pair of rabid bunnies, making enough of a mess of the lakebed that it filled right back up again, far thicker and muskier than before; much as Ember was expertly translating that flood of cum inside of her into more mass for her to grow herself with, plenty oozed and spurted back out to coat the woods in white, leaving the two adrift in an ocean of sticky, thick seed that would make someone else’s life miserable when they had to clean it. All they could think about was growing, fucking, growing some more and making monsters of themselves. All thought of their intimacy prior to this last stretch seemed to have vanished into the aether, replaced with animalistic desire and nigh-limitless endurance, all for the sake of maximizing their enjoyment before the inevitable end was reached.
For when it was, it ended explosively.
Even Ember couldn’t deal with that much of Volt’s seed plumping her up at once. The dragon was about as big as the mountain Spyra had destroyed by that point, his cock even larger and his balls so utterly massive that they reached over his head. The resulting flood was enough to bloat the dragoness’ belly like a balloon, leaving her stranded on top of a small sea’s worth of dragon spunk… at least until she found where her consciousness had fled to and did something about it. While Volt was still in the throes of release, his lover took the initiative to transform all of that easily-accessible mass into something more proper for a lady of her stature: tis, ass and thighs, and lots of it. Enough that, by the time she was finished, Volt looked positively tiny compared to her.
There was no more landscape, only Ember, as far as the eye could see, covering what used to be forest with her supple, soft curves. She invited her lover to join her, to grow large enough to meet her, and he did; Volt wanted nothing more than to truly let go now, to become the minor god he deserved to be and to share such an experience with someone who both deserved it and knew what it was like. He didn’t even think about the other two waiting for him at home; right there and then, he had eyes only for Ember, her perfect draconic goddess… and perhaps something more. A lover? A companion? A true partner? Perhaps. But most importantly, something far more meaningful for the kind of desires coursing through his mind:
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for a Grant from 18 years old and up!</font></font></blockquote>
<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>Grants from $500.00 to $50,000.00
are possible! <b>GRANTS</b> don't have to be paid back,
<b>EVER! </b>Claim
your slice of the <b>FREE</b> American Pie.</font></font></blockquote>
<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>This money is not a loan,
Trying to get money through a conventional bank can be very time consuming
and requires a lot of paperwork, only to find out that you've been denied.
These Government Agencies don't have to operate under the same stringent
requirements that banks do.</font></font></blockquote>
<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>You decide how much money
you need, as long as it's a lawful amount and meets with the Government
Agencies criteria, the money is yours to keep and never has to be repaid.
This money is non taxable & interest free.</font></font></blockquote>
<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>None of these programs require
a credit check, collateral, security deposits or co-signers, you can apply
even if you have a bankruptcy or bad credit, it doesn't matter, you as
a tax payer and U.S. citizen are entitled to this money.</font></font></blockquote>
<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>There are currently over
1,400 Federal Programs, 24,000 State Programs, 30,000 Private Foundations
and 20,000 Scholarship Programs available.</font></font></blockquote>
<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>This year over $30 Billion
Dollars In Free personal and business Government Grants Money will be given
away by Government Grants Agencies.</font></font></blockquote>
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<b><font face="Arial"><font color="#0000CC"><font size=+0>Government Personal
and Business Grants Facts:</font></font></font></b></h3></center>
<b><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>Over 20 Million People Get Government
Money Every Year:</font></font></b>
<ul><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>1,000,000 entrepreneurs get money
to start or expand a business</font></font>
<p><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>4,000,000 people get money to invest
in real estate</font></font>
<p><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>6,000,000 people get money to go
to college</font></font>
<p><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>10,000,000 people get free help and
training for a better job</font></font></ul>
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<b><font face="Arial"><font color="#CC0000"><font size=+0>Getting Business
Grants</font></font></font></b></h2>
<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>Anyone thinking about going
into business for themselves, or wanting to expand an existing business
should rush for the world's largest "one-stop-money-shop" where FREE business
grants to start or expand a business is being held for you by the Federal
Government.</font></font></blockquote>
<div STYLE="margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: 1cm"><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>It
sounds absolutely incredible that people living right here in the United
States of America wouldn't know that each year the world's largest source
of free business help delivers:</font></font></div>
<ul><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>Over $30 billion dollars in free
business grants and low-interest loans;</font></font>
<p><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>over one-half trillion dollars in
procurement contracts; and</font></font>
<p><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>over $32 billion dollars in FREE
consulting and research grants.</font></font></ul>
<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>With an economy that remains
unpredictable, and a need for even greater economic development on all
fronts, the federal government is more willing than it ever has been before
to give you the money you need to own your own business and become your
own boss!</font></font></blockquote>
<div STYLE="margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: 1cm"><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>In
spite of the perception that people should not look to the government for
help, the great government give-away programs have remained so incredibly
huge that if each of the approximately 8 million businesses applied for
an equal share, they would each receive over $70,000.</font></font></div>
<div STYLE="margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: 1cm"><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>Most
people never apply for FREE Business Grants because they somehow feel it
isn't for them, feel there's too much red-tape, or simply don't know who
to contact.The fact is, however, that people from all walks of life do
receive FREE GRANTS MONEY and other benefits from the government, and you
should also.</font></font></div>
<h2>
<b><font face="Arial"><font color="#CC0000"><font size=+0>Government Grants
for Personal Need</font></font></font></b></h2>
<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>Help to buy a new home for
low income families, repair your home, rent, mortgage payments, utility
bills, purchase a new car, groceries, childcare, fuel, general living expenses,
academic tutoring, clothing, school supplies, housing assistance, legal
services, summer camp, debts, music lessons, art lessons, any extracurricular
activities, pay bills for senior citizens, real estate taxes, medical expenses
and general welfare. If you or someone you know suffered a fire lose there
are programs available to help in replacing necessities.</font></font></blockquote>
<h2>
<font face="Arial"><font color="#CC0000"><font size=+0>Scholarships And
Grants For Education</font></font></font></h2>
<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>Grant Money for preschool
children and nursery school education, private, primary and secondary schools,
men and women to further their education, scholarships for athlete's, business
management, engineering, computer science, medical school, undergraduate,
graduate, professional, foreign studies and many more.</font></font></blockquote>
<h3>
<b><font face="Arial"><font color="#CC0000"><font size=+0>Here's How You
Can Get Free Grants<br>
In The Shortest Time Possible</font></font></font></b></h3>
<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>Once you know how and where
to apply for a specific Free Grant, results are almost inevitable. The
government wants to give away this money. . . it is under congressional
mandate to do so! These funds are made available to help you, the tax payer.
All that's required from you is the proper presentation of your grant request.
That's all.</font></font></blockquote>
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<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>How to get free small business
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<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>Government grants application
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<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>How to develop and write
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<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>...Plus much more</font></font></blockquote>
<b><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>The Complete Guide to Government
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<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>If you're an American citizen
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$250,000 or more. If you are Black you have already qualified for 15 programs,
being Hispanic, you qualify for many programs. Being a Christian will get
you into 20 programs, there are also many other programs available for
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The list and sources are endless.</font></font></blockquote>
<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>You Are Eligible! This money
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<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>Did you know you can apply
for as many grants as you want?</font></font></blockquote>
<blockquote><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1>It's true, For instance,
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business. The possibilities are endless.</font></font></blockquote>
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<font face="Arial"><font color="#CC0000"><font size=+0>You Must Qualify
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In the Binomial Theorem chapter, the students will learn about binomial theorems for positive integers. This chapter throws light on the origin and history of the binomial theorem for positive integer indices along with its statement and proof. In Mathematics, binomial theorems come when complex calculations are hard to solve through repeated multiplication.
Other topics, such as the general and middle term in the binomial expansion, Pascal's triangle, and the application of the same in a simplistic manner are also covered in this chapter. The process where the power roots of the sums of two or more binomials are algebraically expanded is known as a binomial theorem. And, in the process of expanding the coefficients of binomial terms are considered as binomial coefficients. Overall, students can find two exercises plus a miscellaneous exercise in this chapter for practice. Topics covered in this chapter are:
Discussing different concepts of the binomial theorem and solving simple equations is what students would study here.
Describing the four different forms of expansion, i.e. (l + m) and (l - m) to the power 2; and (l + m) and (l - m) to the power 3.
Discussing the different properties of the binomial theorem in respect of any positive integer will be done in this part.
Understanding the basic differences between general and middle terms in binomial theorem is a part of this topic.
In this section, an explanation regarding the application of different formulas will be done.
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A worksheet to practise identifying common and proper nouns.
Use this worksheet to practice identifying common and proper nouns.
Students will read a set of words. They will colour the common nouns green and the proper nouns orange. Then they will choose one of the proper nouns to complete a series of sentences.
This resource would be great to use as a writing activity or as independent practice after a lesson. Or why not include it as part of your lesson? Project the resource on the interactive whiteboard and work through the worksheet together as a class.
An answer page is included in the download.
This resource was created by Lauren Piper, a Teach Starter Collaborator. | EDUCATION |
Before these lessons on equivalence with fractions the child needs to have had lots of time making fractions.
Have the child take a whole and find other fractions that equal the whole. If you have the fraction frames they can do this by putting the number inside the frames. If you have a box of loose fractions you could have the child experiment by placing the fraction pieces on top of a whole or by drawing around a whole on paper and then inserting various fractions into the whole.
Here the fractions are labelled to show the equivalence.
We drew around the fractions and coloured them using the bead bar colouring.
The child could then spend time working with equivalences. The first set of cards in the Equivalent Fraction Task Cards provides opportunity for the child to explore with cards that have answers on the back.
Once the child has had a lot of time working with equivalences with a whole. Have a student take a half and find fractions that equal a half.
This could be done by drawing a half on paper with the fraction circle and then finding through trial and error fraction pieces that equal a half.
Students could write equations to show the equivalences and if appropriate write these into a book. You'll see in this example I've changed the traditional order of the equation. You can read more about why here.
The second two set of cards in the Equivalent Fraction Task Cards provide opportunity for the child to explore with 40 task cards that have answers on the back. | EDUCATION |
As the memories came rushing in, so too did Vivian’s awareness of her own self, the new body that her ascension had created in order to house her infinite magnificence… though, “body” might not exactly be the best descriptor for it. She certainly looked the way she did before, albeit with far more exaggerated characteristics. Her species’ traits were on full display: the fur patterns were pretty standard, even her paws were exactly the way they were supposed to be; in fact, at first glance, one might be forgiven for thinking they were just a really, really big Delphox, but in truth, she had no real body to herself… or rather, the thing that she had wasn’t a physical form so much as a metaphysical manifestation of her willpower, imposed upon the substrate of super-reality in a way that would make sense to her.
She was, after all, new to this whole goddess business, at least when she wasn’t fully aware of the fact that she’d obviously always existed, so it was likely she’d end up shedding her form into something a bit more transcendent… eventually. For the time being, this more comprehensible shell around her true self would have to do, especially when she realized just how much of existence was being held together as a consequence of said shell existing.
It took a while before she tuned in to the lower realities, given that her sense of self operated on a scale so vast that it was difficult to even conceptualize anything that didn’t have to be measured in the lengths of multiversal clusters. An initial scan of her avatar revealed that its proportions were suitably exaggerated beyond the realm of what could even be considered possible: first off, her tail expanded with so much fluff that it just ceased being after a certain point, melting away to become the very background upon which all of everything was kept safe and warm; this went magnificently with the way that her ass had billowed outwards to effectively become all of the not-space “behind” her, making it difficult to tell just what was her body and what was not.
The exact same happened out in front, with her tits being little more than a wall of pure softness that she could lean onto and use for comfort, though not without potentially endangering all the little ones living on it; though initially surprising, a few moments of thought were all she needed to come to the conclusion that yes, it did make perfect sense for all things that were, had been and ever would be to come to reside within her bosom. It was poetic, in a way that she very rarely got to think about, and it was probably the way her godlike mind came up with so that she could pay attention to everything that was now hers to look after, as the top goddess to end all other divinities; at the end of the day, if the entirety of existence had been placed upon her butt, she’d constantly have to look back to check in on it, and that’d just be a mess.
No, it made perfect sense for her to look into her bust and see every single instance of reality, every bubble that made up every universe, collecting together into vast structures marking a single multiverse, each of which would then find another one to link up to. Vivian could tell where these links were made, strands that to her looked small, but which in reality would be enough to siphon entire cosmos’ worth of matter without much difficulty; perhaps, in time, one civilization among all others would figure out a way to travel using those links, and then maybe they would fully understand what kind of existence it was they lived in. For the foreseeable future though, this wonderfully beautiful lattice was Vivian’s and only Vivian’s to appreciate… though it did remind her of something that had slipped her mind up until then: her own universe.
It was hard to spot in between all the others, and at times during her search the Delphox considered putting her fingers in there and carefully nudging all those other existences out of the way, this before coming to the conclusion that doing so might prove disastrous for whoever lived there; she didn’t trust herself enough to enact any large-scale change to the very fabric of meta-existence (yet), so it fell on her observation skills to pick out her former home from amidst a collection of possibly literally countless iterations of the same universal formula.
The twinkling lights, for that was all that they were to her at her size, all mixed together in a twinkling display that at times made it difficult to even see her bust at all; it would occasionally fade out of existence just enough for her to become one with everything, and where just before had been a well-defined, semi-physical pair of breasts would then be a vast, empty nothingness serving as the cradle for everything that was and would be. It would turn back around eventually though, and Vivian would then have to work extra hard to keep her mind on track, it being difficult to focus when one’s brain wasn’t really in a state of physicality and one’s soul kept trying to push through to proper formless divinity; but the Delphox had something to do, and this one certainty was enough to help her march onwards, even if she had to stop for what felt like aeons at a time just to catch her breath… or whatever counted as that for her “body”.
She would, eventually, run into it: her home reality, or at the very least what remained of it. With equal parts terror and dismay, Vivian realized that her ascension had left her home dimension just the slightest bit broken and bent out of shape; it wasn’t completely destroyed, but the spatio-temporal distortions running rampant through it all-but guaranteed that anyone stuck living inside of it was not having a good time. What was worse, the more she looked, the more her attention revealed to her something ghastly: that particular universe was stuck in a loop.
It would seem that her using it as a proverbial egg had effectively left that little bubble without a reason to exist beyond the moment of her transcendent second birth, so whenever its history reached the point where she broke free from its bounds, it would go back to its own beginning and play itself out, again and again, for all of eternity if nothing was done about it. Vivian was on the verge of tears as she thought about all the lives she had accidentally ruined, all stuck in an endless cycle that they were unable to break free from, a cycle which she could only hope they weren’t aware of. But, just as she was about to start wiping her eyes, she realized something, something so basic that the Delphox felt like slapping herself on the back of the head for having failed to see it until just then: she was a goddess.
It felt like such a simple statement, and yet the true meaning and consequence of it hadn’t dawned on her until that exact moment. She was a goddess, the goddess, a creature of such impossibly vast magnificence that to even attempt to understand her would be folly; her being was of such a scale that to comprehend it would require several degrees of divinity itself, her power unmatched, her will the very substrate upon which the interstitial not-being that served as a medium for the things that were resided.
If that sparkling, endless collection of lights was the garden of life, she was the planet upon which the garden was located, and that meant she had access to a certain few perks, such as the ability to simply reform realities if she so desired. It wasn’t something she wanted to do, because if nothing else, Vivian at least respected the independence and free will of those littles one inhabiting the many universes she cared for; but, the more she looked at her old home, the more she came to understand how broken it truly was, the more she realized it had to be done.
Thankfully, it wasn’t exactly hard for her to reform existence in accordance with her desires and whims; in fact, it was quite literally as simple as her tuning into one of these realities and merely remembering how things had been, tapping into the existing history of that particular universe and giving it a good reboot as it played through her head and she got rid of all the bits that didn’t help anyone. Now, she didn’t really intend for any changes to take place; after all, the whole point of resetting her old home dimension was for Vivian to make sure that the ones still living within it, her mom included, would be able to keep living their lives past the point where she ascended to the halls of divinity. She’d come up with a way to visit them later, after things were fixed and she didn’t have to worry about things going to hell just by her paying closer attention than usual, but for the time being, the plan was to just put things back where they belonged and see where they went from there.
Was, because it no longer applied. While little more than an inclination at first, the inkling of a fragment of an idea, this nebulous core began to ferment and solidify as the Delphox waited for her home universe to go through a full cycle so she could catch it at just the right moment. It was a tiny voice in the back of her voice, eventually metastasizing into a whole chorus, expressing to her a need that Vivian wasn’t even aware she had: the need to put herself into the story. In truth, some part of her regretted having ascended as quickly as she had; not because it was bad, per se, but mostly due to it having taken place so unexpectedly that the rest of her universe didn’t get to go through it like she did.
Hell, Vivian herself only vaguely remembered the details of that infinitely-stretched moment, let alone others who weren’t as blessed and empowered as her; therefore, as she waited for history to repeat itself for just long enough that she could start rewriting it properly, the idea formed fully in her head: what if, instead of simply putting things back the way they were before, then worrying about how to insert herself into the story later, she just… placed herself in the narrative beforehand? It’d made for a perfect testing ground for later fun romps, plus she could always go back and fix things if they went out of control; besides, it would fix the main issue, which was that she never actually finished a shoot to begin with! It sounded so silly to worry about that of all things, but there was still a fragment of her that really, truly wanted to go through an entire film shoot just like she’d promised her mother she would, and if this was a way for her to do that, then Vivian was going to hold onto that opportunity like her life depended on it.
With a smile, Vivian snatched her home dimension from her bosom at just the right time, exactly at the point of her ascension; this way, she could ensure she had the entirety of its history to play around with, to insert herself in just the right moments that she could spread the glory and pleasure of her divine self with all those that now lived under her care. Closing her eyes, the Delphox began to divest herself from her avatar, allowing her true self to seep into that one tiny, glinting firefly-like pinprick of light.
They would soon know her for what she was. And they would rejoice. | STORY |
But the solar system contains more than two masses. In fact, it started as a big cloud of dust without any planets and without the sun, and every speck of dust had an attractive interaction with every other speck. That’s a lot of complicated stuff going on, but there’s a trick we can use to simplify it. If the dust is evenly distributed, then a particle on the outside of the cloud would experience a gravitational force as though all of the other dust was concentrated at a single point in the middle of the cloud.
So what would this giant cloud of dust do? Well, each piece would experience a force pulling it toward the center of the cloud. It would essentially collapse in on itself. Just to get a feel for what this would look like, I built a computational model using 100 masses to represent all the dust. Here’s what it would look like:
Of course, that does not look like our solar system. The reason is that the cloud of dust that formed our solar system started off with a slight rotation. Why does that matter? In order to answer that, we have to think about what happens when an object moves in a circle.
Going in Circles
Imagine you have a ball attached to a string, and you swing it around in a circle. As the ball moves, its velocity changes direction. Since we define acceleration as the rate of change of velocity, this ball must have an acceleration. Even if it’s moving at a constant speed, it will be accelerating because of its circular motion. We call this centripetal acceleration—which literally means “center pointing,” since the direction of the acceleration vector is toward the center of the circle. See, words make sense sometimes.
We can also find the magnitude of this centripetal acceleration. It depends on both how fast the object is moving (v) as it speeds around the circle and the radius of the circle (r). However, sometimes it’s more useful to describe circular motion with angular velocity (ω).
The linear velocity (v) measures how far an object travels in a unit of time (e.g., meters per second). Angular velocity measures how much of the circle it traverses in a unit of time. How can we measure that? If you drew a line from the center of the circle to a starting point and another line to the ball’s position after one second, those two lines would define an angle. So angular velocity measures the angle that the ball covers (in radians per second). It basically tells you how fast an object rotates around a center point. With that, we get the following two definitions for centripetal acceleration (ac). | EDUCATION |
All the lessons in this unit are geared at helping students understand the process of identifying Spanish-speaking Americans and at promoting a better understanding of the culture within that group. Students will learn about the issues surrounding Puerto Rican identity. The lessons will show students how ethnic labels were created in the U.S. to refer to Spanish-speaking peoples.
@Text: As students review these matters, they will find that other groups face similar struggles. This will allow students to make comparisons with African Americans and Mexican Americans, some ethnic groups to which they may belong.
This unit involves terminology which can sometimes be subject to several interpretations. That is why when we refer to groups of people as an ethnic group and we discuss their race and culture, students should have an understanding about these terms also. To accomplish that, students will explore different perspectives on the concept of culture from a historical, anthropological and sociological standpoint. They will also be exposed to some of the elements that constitute ethnicity. | EDUCATION |
Numbers and Expansion
This worksheet is a learning tool focused on the place value and expanded form of three-digit numbers. It lists a series of three-digit numbers in a column on the left and provides spaces for students to fill in the numerical value of the hundreds, tens, and ones places. Alongside this, there is a column for writing the expanded form of each number, with the first number, 542, given as an example: “500 + 40 + 2 = 542.” Illustrations of a frog and a turtle add a visual element to the page.
The worksheet aims to reinforce the student’s ability to identify and understand the place value of digits in three-digit numbers. It teaches students to express numbers in expanded form, showing how each digit contributes to the total value based on its position as hundreds, tens, or ones. This exercise helps to solidify the concept of the base-ten number system, which is fundamental to understanding larger numbers and performing arithmetic operations. Moreover, the repetition of the task with different numbers enhances the student’s proficiency and confidence in working with place values. | EDUCATION |
Our current unit in Maths is: Place Values (Numbers within 10)
We are currently working very hard in our maths sessions every day and we are revisiting numbers within 10.
Please find below some ideas or useful resources that you can use at home to help re-inforce the learning we are doing at school.
Counting forwards and backwards within 10
Matching numbers in numerals and words
Finding one more and one less
Using a tens frame to help with our counting
Ten frames are an amazing tool used in Year 1 to help your children understand counting, place value, adding, subtracting, and more. Counters can be arranged in different ways to represent different numbers, which visually help your children develop strong number sense.
Please find below a printable tens frame which is a two-by-five rectangular frame into which counters can be placed to demonstrate numbers less than or equal to 10.
Introducing the greater than, less than and equals to symbols.
10 > 8 (Ten is greater than eight)
2 < 3 (Two is less than three)
5 = 5 (Five is equal to five)
Below are some symbol cards you may want to print off and use at home. | EDUCATION |
Click here for Circular motion questions & homework
When an object moves in a circle at a constant speed its velocity (which is a vector) is constantly changing. Its velocity is changing not because the magnitude of the velocity is changing but because its direction is. This constantly changing velocity means that the object is accelerating (centripetal acceleration). For this acceleration to happen there must be a resultant force, this force is called the centripetal force.
Angular Speed – click for example questions.
The angular speed (w) of an object is the angle (q) it moves through measured in radians (rad) divided by the time (t) taken to move through that angle. This means that the unit for angular speed is the radian per second (rad s-1).
v is the linear velocity measured in metres per second (ms-1).
r is the radius of the circle in metres (m).
f is the frequency of the rotation in hertz (Hz).
Centripetal acceleration (a) is measure in metres per second per second (ms-2). It is always directed towards the center of the circle.
When an object moves in a circle the centripetal force (F) always acts towards the centre of the circle. The centripetal force, measured in newtons (N) can be different forces in different settings it can be gravity, friction, tension, lift, electrostatic attraction etc.
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This lesson challenges learners to think of their personal responsibility to act when they observe unfair treatment. They respond to a scenario and work in small groups to make a plan of action in a specific situation of their choosing.
We explore the integrity of Elizabeth Cady Stanton who fought for the rights of women when many people disagreed they should be allowed to vote. She was strong in her cause for women, but in the mid-1800s, she didn't speak up for Black women who were fighting the same right to vote.
Learners compare the meaning of justice with fairness and distinguish the meanings of fair, just, equal, and equitable. They write a definition for each term and display it on the wall for the duration of the unit.
Unit: Our Playful Community
Communities come in many different configurations and may be defined by place or purpose. A family, which also comes in many different configurations, is a community that comes together in the same space and/or with the shared interest of caring for one another. The young people describe the...
This lesson explores opposing perspectives on fairness issues and whether fairness is based on fact or context. Students compare and contrast different perspectives on two fairness issues - one global and one personal. They reflect on when fairness is a matter to advocate for through... | EDUCATION |
Series circuits are circuits with multiples resistors connected together on a single path like the image below. In this image, we have only two resistors but you could have a lot more of resistors in series. In series circuit, the current flowing through the resistors is the same for all resistors but the voltage is divided among the resistors.
Example : In the image above, we have 12V from the D.C voltage source but the voltage is going to be split between the two resistors (V1 for the voltage across R1 and V2 for the voltage across R2). V1 + V2 is going to be equal to 12V in this case. There is multiple way we could calculated the voltage of each resistor. We will calculate V1 and V2 voltage using Ohm’s Law but you could use the equation for the voltage divider also.
We can calculate the voltage across both resistor by first calculating the current flowing through the circuit. Once we have the current flowing into the circuit, we can use Ohm’s law to calculate the voltage of each resistor. But we have a problem, we can’t calculate the current when we have two resistors. We need to find an equivalent circuit with only one resistor so we can use Ohm’s law. In a series circuit, you only need to add R1 and R2 to get you equivalent circuit.
We can now calculate the current flowing in the circuit. We will use Ohm’s law for this.
If R1 = 100 ohms and R2 = 50 ohms, the current would be equal to:
We can now calculate the voltage across both resistors using Ohm’s law: | EDUCATION |
<i>Shinobu pov </i>
It was 9:00am in the morning. me, Kanae, Kanao, and Aoi were heading to school it was the start of a new chapter in our life.
<i>Autor pov</i>
Aoi and Kanao are starting in 7th grade, Shinobu starting 8th grade, and Kanae starting 9th grade
*At the school*
Mitsuri:Hey Shinobu-chan *Mitsuri walking towards Shinobu holding hands with Iguro*
Mitsuri:Shinobu-chan, how are you
Shinobu:Um, fine...Iguro
Obanai:Shinobu
Mitsuri:So I'm guessing you still won't forgive each other
Obanai and Shinobu said together:Sorry darling, but no
Obanai and Shinobu said again:*glaring at each other* who gave you the right to call her Darling
<i>Autor pov </i>
They were having a staring contest to see how would stop calling her darling until they heard a deep voice calling out to Kanae and he was walking towards their direction.
<i>Shinobu pov </i>
Oh, noo, it Salami...I...meant Sanemi
-<b>Genesis </b>
<b>Hey, this is my first story. Sorry, it is short. I'm trying my best to do this right.I don't own any characters they belong to Gotoge</b>
<b>and images to their owners </b>
<b>Ships:</b>
<b>ObaMitsu</b>
<b>ShinoGiyu</b>
<b>SaneKana</b>
<b>TanKana</b>
<b>Characters:</b>
<b>Obanai:9th grade A</b>
<b>Mitsuri:8th grade A</b>
<b>Shinobu:8th grade B</b>
<b>Giyuu:9th grade B</b>
<b>Tanjiro:6th grade A</b>
<b>Kanao:7th grade A</b>
<b>Gay Walmart Elsa I...meant to say Douma(not at all is Gay Walmart Elsa)9th grade B</b>
<b>Akaza(not a ship just taught that Akaza and Shinobu should be friends)9th grade B</b>
<b>Kokushibo(not a ship just Shinobu childhood friend) 9th grade B. </b>
<b>Kanae:10th grade A </b>
<b> Sanemi:10th grade A</b>
| STORY |
The rain fell in sheets against the window, and the wind howled in disdain over not being allowed past the threshold. The crackle of a fireplace with simulated orange flares and sparks on the television, provided the proper atmosphere to think-- to think of another story to appease the masses. He tapped his pen on the tip of his glasses; the metal frames ‘ticked’ against the plastic butt as Seijan impatiently considered his moves. He thought a notebook might be a better medium to write in for the drafting process, instead of glaring at a blank white sheet on his computer, but insofar, he was stumped. “Damn it…!” he cursed, dropping his pen in a huff, the fountain pen clattering as it rolled away and off the edge of his writing desk. “I can’t think of anything!” The cabbit tapped his knuckle against his head, ruffling his off-white hair as he clawed at his noggin for ideas. His rabbit ears went flat and he doubled-over in mental agony, pining over a time in which brilliance came to him in spontaneous flashes. He was a porn writer, and of all things in the world, porn should have been the easiest thing to come up with. ‘Put the penis in the vagina, Seijan, people like that,’ he chided himself. The thunder outside cracked, laughing at him from beyond. He slumped back in his chair and tossed his notebook flat and open upon his desk, and he glowered through a narrow, gold-coloured gaze at the empty, lined pages. “Okay, maybe I’m just overthinking things,” he considered, and he adjusted his sweater to better fit his average, masculine frame. “I need to slow down… and figure it out, I guess.” The fabric was warm against his white, soft fur, and felt warmer still when he considered the downpour outside his home. “I should just…” he considered, looking around for something, “I should just-- Where did my pen go?!” The thunder outside bellowed a distant boom, and the flash of lightning that came before it lit up the space in a blinding light. Seijan swore again. His long, cat-like tail swished with growing agitation as he looked underneath his draft-book and around himself, the grey-furred bunny-tuft on its end tapping against the arm of his chair. He slid out and got on all fours, his butt facing the sky as he sought after his writing tool, figuring it had fallen somewhere. “I’m a magician--” he told himself. “I’m a magician! I put a pen down for three seconds, and abra-kadabra, it’s gone!” He stuck his hands in the pockets of his slacks, turned them inside out, and then scoffed. He stood up once more and threw his arms out. “No ideas, no pen-- gods above, I guess I’m not getting anything done today!”
There was a violent crash as the sky hollered back at him; an explosive crack that shook the house. The lights went out... ...And then came back on. When the humming of the TV and the glow of the room returned, Seijan was in the middle of the room, still half-ducked with his hands over his ears. “...Damn…” he muttered, returning to his desk if only to recover from the head-shaking boom. Then, he looked down at his book, and swore again-- “Damn!” when he saw a pen hidden underneath. “This isn’t my…” Seijan began as he picked up the tool noting chew marks in the plastic. He didn’t chew his pens; he had no hunger for ink, but a greater goal stifled his concern. “Just… whatever-- Begin…” he ordered himself, then took up his pen, and began to write… “Where the…” The sudden appearance of a pen he had never owned left Mavor feeling both perplexed and somewhat worried; the one day he’d forgotten to lock the door on the way out, prompting a frenzied inventory check of all the five things he owned, and he found… a pen. Not just any pen either, but a fountain pen, something he had never thought to even buy in his entire life. At least the internal reservoir seemed to be half-full, suggesting he might just have borrowed it from someone and just never bothered to give it back. No matter. Without his usual, trusty, extremely-chewed-on writing implement by his side, he guessed that one would have to do. A nice change of pace to the usual mess of graphite shards and scribbles that normally adorned the unorganized stack of paper sheaves he used to come up with ideas; he hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing his hand stained with ink since his university days… and after trying to write something for more than five minutes, immediately remembered he absolutely hated that. Still, it was the only thing he had, and it was the only thing he could use; if only inspiration was as easy to come by as that pen, he might’ve finished his project weeks or even months before, but as it stood, there was nothing in his brain apart from the overwhelming desire to go find something else to distract himself with.
Even removing computers from the equation hadn’t stopped his incessant need for procrastination; without memes and chat programs, he took to pacing around the house talking with himself, ostensibly in order to “develop the characters,” like he kept telling himself. It was just an excuse not to do any actual work, something he was certain his readers would absolutely adore if they ever found out… and something he had to stop doing. Utmost silence was necessary for him to even begin to focus, hence why the cramped studio made for the absolute worst environment to write in; cars, noisy neighbours, his breathing, everything conspired to wrench his attention away from the one thing that needed it. The fountain pen quickly found its way to his lips, then onwards to the teeth behind them, any respect he might’ve had for its owner long-gone when he began chewing on the tip. It was one of the few things that kept his mind on the right track, even if the taste was… weird. “The hell did they…” he muttered, wondering if the whole thing wasn’t some elaborate ploy by a loony fan to get him hospitalized or something. The pen had a distinct metallic taste, and upon closer inspection, smelled faintly of… ozone? It was prime material for speculation, though Mavor chastised himself for seriously considering the possibility of interdimensional shenanigans, “Mandela Effect with pens… Pendela effect?” Nah, too stupid. He had to come up with… something. Topics were easy to come by, but new ones had become harder and harder to think up after he effectively blew his creative load over the course of several months. It had been a matter of repeating the same thing with just enough variation in the details to count as “new,” but every story posted just made him yearn for something fresh, something that would bring about the same spark that had led him to start writing in the first place! But what? Mavor looked at the pen, noticing how it seemed to have a name engraved, along with what he could only assume was a title: “Seijan, Cabbit Esq.”
A lawyer’s pen. And one that was… apparently a furry with some grammar issues. “A crossover?” he wondered aloud to himself, “Furry in a human world… human in a furry world… both? Definitely both.” A core. A thought. But he needed more. “...That’s a start,” Seijan considered as he put a dot on the line. He liked the way ‘Mavor’ sounded; the plot of the meta-author, and how he shared his plight. It was familiar and fresh, but far from done. The cabbit leaned back and tapped the chewed pen on his lips, in thought. “I’m missing something,” he considered, and realized all too late that he hadn’t even given him a shape. This ‘Mavor’ character was formless! Seijan’s brow furled as he considered his options, playing metal darts with ideas and concepts. “He’s a writer, so he has to be handsome…” he joked aloud, then put pen to paper. ‘...With grey fur and icy-blue eyes, he put pen to paper. The grey-spotted lynx shuffled in his chair, his effeminate frame filling out the seat nicely as he began to scribble idea after idea into the sheets.’ Seijan liked that idea; how Mavor looked, and the base image was clear in his head. He continued: ‘In a pinstripe blazer and black, slack pants, he struggled with the thousands of ideas in his head. If only, he considered to himself, he could concentrate, instead of dealing with a gnawing tension below... Tightening, straining… Growing…’ Trying to write would be a lot easier if he didn’t have to contend with all that damned itching all the time. Why exactly he thought that buying clothes that clung to him so much was a good idea, he’d never know; it’s not like he ever went out… or met people… or interacted with anyone to the degree where he’d be comfortable enough to show off… … So why exactly d id he have those on? Especially when the weather was as hot as it was! It felt so some fresh not to let occasional
relieving to take his shirt off, letting his girls get air; sure, it made writing hard when he had to be careful his breasts get in the way (to say nothing of the spurt of milk), but it was liberating, in a way.
Plus, he could already feel his package growing again, as usual; needed to get something done before it got too bad. “A cabbit… that’s gotta be a hybrid, surely,” he mumbled to himself, “a cabbage rabbit, or… a cat rabbit? Yes, a cat rabbit!” Not the most ingenious of hybrids, but it’d have to do; it was a hook, at least, something he could wrap his mind around and use as a foundation for his next story. Maybe something about hybrid lust, yes! Mavor got up and started pacing around the room, feeling heavier by the moment. In his hands, kept firm by way of a small notebook, he scribbled away on a loose piece of paper. “Seijan’s body, being a product of hybridization, was incredibly susceptible to any tampering on his part; in a world filled with the wonders of gene modding and genetic therapy, it was no wonder that he kept rows upon rows of autoinjectors and altering substances meant to satisfy any one of his needs. Yes, he might have a pair of cocks and double as many nuts, each easily the size of a bowling ball already, but he needed more… but what constituted ‘more’?” An interesting dilemma, and one that he posed to himself at the end when looking down and noticing his bulge was ripping through his pants already. Which brought up an interesting question: “Wait, what the fuck?!” ...The hiss of his ‘Chill-Pen’ filled the room as Seijan put his pen down. This busty, milky, hung lynx fellow he created was turning him on, and it’d be a lie to say otherwise, and if he didn’t have his rack of drugs to keep his sexual-cool, he might have blown his load all over the underside of his desk. The empty canister fell into a trash can underneath his desk with a ‘thu-wonk’--bouncing off of a head-sized condom that was still warm with his precum. The cabbit considered, as his twinset-pair of barbed, feline-like cocks pushed out against the zipper of his trousers. His four, extremely-powerful balls were churning with their virile contents; steadily swelling as the bunny had skipped his fifteen-minute jack-off break. Even with his libido-calming shot, he was as horny as… well, a rabbit.
“I guess I earned it…” Seijan considered, undoing his pants and letting the twins loose. His eight-and-a-half inch penises met his midriff with a meaty whap, and no sooner did he let those two out, did his grey-furred cum-pouch fill the open gap. He sighed, happy, and considered pulling out one of his other ‘toys’. The injectors in his drawer demanded use despite his existing desire to write, and he needed only thumb through the stock to consider what he might stick into his veins next. Production spiking juices and multiplying salves crammed his drawer corner to corner, and a manic side of his brain wondered how he resisted bathing himself in chemicals for this long. He crammed his hand into his drawer and drew randomly from the pile a ‘treat’: ‘Bunny-Grade Enhancers,’ said the injector, ‘One shot, and you’ll breed for life.’ Without a second thought, as if possessed, Seijan popped the lid and slammed the drug into his thighs. The chemicals dulled the pain, and he shivered as he felt the rush of his own virility grow. Seijan felt warm with anticipation as his already overpowering libido had just received a shot to boost it even more. His bowling-ball-sized nuts had swelled a few inches in the few minutes he took to relax, and were growing fast-- like normal. As they swelled, his posture began to feel rather cramped, and he spread open his legs to better situate his double-set of trouble makers, anticipating the inevitable. That’s when an idea hit him. Raising his pen, uncaring that little beads of white were now forming at the tip of his shaft, Seijan put down a quick note: He filled in the preamble and made a bee-line for the good stuff, ‘...and once he felt like he’d done his part with the pen, Mavor couldn’t help but become enamoured with his work. His own writing spurred his loins in ways he’d never felt before, and it made his heart race. He couldn’t help but feel his cock twitch and his gonads churn; the magic of his own brilliance causing him to change right before his eyes. It felt amazing; felt too amazing, and with every word he wrote, Mavor realized--’ “W-Wait a second…!” Seijan blurted, “Wh-when did I grow two of these?!” “... Fuck me, this feels too good.” The sudden realization that he had not only completely swapped species but somehow also developed a pair of breasts big enough to cover his torso and stain the ground with their milky production, along with a cock and balls that not only were several times their
original size, but seemed to be growing in front of his very eyes as well! There was no denying it, the weight was mounting, and seemed to do so faster every time he looked at the paper he was holding. Could it be that his silly assumptions were right? Maybe that pen didn’t belong to anyone he knew, and the fact that his own had vanished wasn’t mere coincidence. After all, he didn’t know any lawyers, much less ones that were furries, and it certainly wasn’t natural to suddenly become… what he was. Whatever he was. Mavor struggled to sit back down, unable to even brush against solid surfaces; at least his tits weren’t growing, even his package was, meaning he was all-but forced to lie down on the bed. The sounds of the springs, complaining about the sudden weight, only added to the growing realization that whatever was happening to him had to be a dream, thus making it perfectly normal for him to undergo such a transformation. The fact that it got worse whenever he looked at his own words let him know that it couldn’t be real. And if it wasn’t real, then he could exploit it for inspiration; sure, he was bound to wake up completely smeared in his own cum later down the line, but until he broke free from that lucid dream, he was going to make good use of it. Besides, writing had never quite felt so good as it did there. It seemed that every word made him more at peace with himself, more capable of writing the next one. In a short while, he practically forgot he was using his breasts as a table of sorts, letting the notebook fall against them for support. “Alright, Seijan, let’s see what else you can do for me…” Seeing as his writing had focused on the cabbit’s nuts as well, Mavor could only think that it was thus reflected onto his own body. Those must be the rules, he thought, just as he reflected upon ways he could exploit them. With a devious smile on his face, he put pen to paper once again, writing how “Seijan’s sudden burst of productivity awakened in him a desire he had spent an inordinate amount of time suppressing. For his whole life, he had been a ‘traditional’ male, even if a very well-endowed one. In truth, it was hard to tell why he hadn’t done it
sooner, but seeing as he already had four cum factories churning away between his legs (four orbs that he was happy to make even more productive by way of a second injector), it was only fair that he grant his chest the same honour. Would make for a stunning display the next time he left the house!” Mavor barely noticed how he was writing one-handed the one whole; natural when using a pen, but normally not when the other hand is firmly stuck squeezing one’s gigantic udders. “A-ah-- Ahhh…!!” The cabbit heaved his weight forwards, unable to stop himself as his balls lurched all on their own, squeezing forth a deluge of bunny cum all over the underside of his desk. Sheets and ropes of thick, viscous goop slammed against the back-board of his writing desk, coating it from top to bottom of slick, musky strands. He had barely touched himself; hardly even thought of it, and was doing little more than waiting for his drugs to hit when all of his senses seemed to sharpen. As if by divine order, Seijan doubled over, struck by lust as an explosive volley of bliss rocketed up his back. Elbows on the table and tail spiked high in the air, his surprise four-set of belly-rounding gonads heaved it all forwards at once. One pump, two pumps-- ten-- Seijan’s productivity was through the roof before, and as it passed twenty; thirty heaping loads, his climax coated everything from the waist down in sheets. “F-fuck I-- I ca-can’t…!” he pleaded, one hand clutching the plastic pen, as his freshly emptied nads suddenly refilled and rocketed off again. “A-aah…!!” He jumped on his toes as round two smashed through his senses. Mouth agape, tail high, and balls seemingly unable to shrink below their bloated, melon-sized shape, he slammed a stock-pot-filling spooge-fest free of his sac, with plenty to spare. He collapsed back in his chair as soon as he was able, the tightness of his muscles melting away as the worst of his climax reeled out of him. He was panting as the last dozen ropes flew in doubles, landing on his slumped chest and in his hair in thumb-thick ropes. “I… My god…” Seijan panted, “I’ve never… cum so hard…!” His head felt light with the violent and sudden climax, and his vision flashed pink, the world tinged in the highs of ecstasy. The cabbit could already feel his gonads rapidly refilling, expanding faster than ever before with a production that any lucid man would not have spiked.
Why did he take that shot? Where did it even come from? He had almost forgotten what he was doing before the orgasm struck-- having thrown all of these strange machines and lotion across the top of his desk. Seijan was certain-- certain beyond certainty-- that he’d never purchased these things in his life, things that he didn’t even know could exist, and yet, he acted upon them with impunity, as if puppeted… As if… Something was tinkering with his world… Writing his world. The pen, the slaves, the four balls that he never had-- Seijan’s mind was spinning as his climax settled, and the more it faded, the more a strange notion popped into his head. “Mavor…” he considered, “...There’s no way…” Despite having blown more than twenty gallons of cum all over himself, Seijan got up again. His cocks were still eager for another round, and his watermelon-sized testies made it difficult to stand without parting the two down the middle, but the bunny did his best to focus. With one hand, he wrote: ‘...And without any warning, Mavor’s body began to change. His two, busty-boy breasts, already large enough on their own, would slowly grow to be two, heaping handfuls of lush, full bosom, and his balls-- full and large, would double as well.’ “Do unto me…” Seijan mumbled, as his hand scribbled into his book, “and I’ll do back unto--” He yipped-- yipped when he felt something sharp jab into his arm. “How the--!!” Seijan exclaimed when he saw that his other, free hand had betrayed him. On the same level of consciousness as breathing, the cabbit saw that he had jabbed himself with an injector. By the time he yanked it out, the pen had dumped its payload into his veins. The damage was done. “Oh no, oh no…” Seijan mumbled as he spun the injector around, skipping past the safety recommendations, ‘Do not inject within the same hour’ and past the digitized cowgirl logo with four gigantic, milky tits. “W-what the fuck is this?!” the bunny exclaimed when he saw the name. “Barn Queen Super-Lactators?! Who the f-fuh--” Seijan was about to swear, but already felt the injector take effect. His chest felt warm; felt tight, and despite himself, he stumbled back against the wall, knocking his chair out from behind him.
He gripped the drywall, leaving deep gashes in the paint as pleasure unfounded slithered back into the forefront of his brain. His twitching, eight-inch breeding poles were leaking like a busted faucet, and huge ropes of simple pre lapped up against the corner of the desk. The cabbit clenched his chest, feeling a strange, unknown, and wonderful sensation take hold just underneath his sweater. He clawed at the fabric, trying to pull it off as his nipples, suddenly tender and sensitive, touched against his undershirt. Seijan tried to give them space, but no matter how far he pulled his clothes off of himself, his nipples would push out to meet them. His… Four nipples. “Wh-what is…!?” he stammered stupidly, unable to make full sentences when he realized that his once flat chest was now full and huge, and not only huge, but doubled as well. He had the rack of a showgirl times-two; a play-bunny model fit for the centrefold, with the only difference being that play-bunnies tended to be full-on girls, not men with fat tats! Seijan could only watch, hands cupping the soft, sensitive fur they grew outwards, swelling inches at a time and filling out what limited room his top provided. He could hear the fabric popping as the head-sized mounds continued to grow to a half-foot wide, then a whole-foot, and then a foot-and-a-half. “S-stop, stop…!” Seijan pleaded with his breasts, unable to stem back the inevitable. “S-stop…!” he said again, “G-God, stop growing…!” he said again before he felt the tension rise suddenly once more. “H-hnnnng…! Y-Yes...!!” His sweater suddenly turned dark; streaks of liquid rolled down his top, right before streams of white delight spewed out from between the strands. He came in tandem, firing ropes high over his desk, painting the distant floor in heaping loads, and the air grew thick with his rich, seminal musk. Unable to stop himself, Seijan’s hands transferred from his tits to his cocks, each jerking one of his soft-barbed monsters as he free-fired all over the room. They flew several feet across the air, splattering like glue across the hard, wooden floor, despite having painted the entire of his desk and legs in a five-inch glaze of cum, the bunny’s hyper-powered nuts had more, and more to give. Seijan cursed, swore, and came some more, his balls churning out more cum than they could put out. His sloshing, rumbling bunny-sac felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, the now pumpkin-sized quartet of litter-makers audibly rumbled with their unstoppable overflow. Sparks flew across Seijan’s vision as his orgasm; his boob-gasm grew both in power, and in size. He was shaking as his tits grew larger and larger still, shredding holes in his top-- a top that was now more a towel for milk and cum than a sweater.
As his body seemed to revolt against everything he knew, changing, swelling, growing-- one fact became increasingly clear: Whatever was happening to him was far from over… …and he was starting to think that maybe it was all just starting off. With it being clear that some kind of dimensional fuckery was at play there, Mavor’s marvelling at his own creature’s genius was only matched by the overwhelming sensation of fullness that permeated every inch of his body. Whoever was controlling things from the other side, whoever that “Seijan” was, they clearly had the same kind of mind as he did, which only made the prospect of poking them harder all the more irresistible. He didn’t know if it was a deliberate attempt at getting back at his own obscene ramblings or a way of paying it forward, but whatever the case may be, if growth begets more growth, then more growth would be had. Still convinced he was stuck in some kind of incredibly realistic lucid dream, the now-lynx allowed his concentration to falter for just long enough that he felt the next bout of changes begin to take over his body. He would’ve done something about the cabbit’s transformation into a moo-cow, but as soon as he felt (and saw) his breasts begin to bloat, there wasn’t a lot he could do but throw the notebook onto the ground and enjoy the ride. Each heartbeat brought with it more flesh, more hand-filling pudge that overflowed from between his fingers and weighed ever more onto his chest. It was getting hard to breathe, a curiously unnecessary detail in a wet dream like that, but probably just there as a reminder of how heavy those things were supposed to be. More of his field of view was taken up by his inexplicable breasts, until they began spilling onto the bed around him. Despite this, they refused to sag; his mounds just happened to be big enough to reach all the way to the sheets while still standing proud over his chest, blocking Mavor’s vision of what was going on between his legs. That said, even if he couldn’t see it, he could still feel it, and his dream neighbours (and possibly the real ones, now that he thought about it) would be able to hear it once he started moaning like the
desperate, size-hungry slut he was turning out to be. The cat felt his legs be slowly pushed apart as his two orbs squished their hefty, stretched-taut weight against them, eventually “popping” upwards in order to find more room to grow. In tandem, his shaft decided to start joining in on the fun as well, and before the lynx knew it, he was all-but immobilized atop his bed. He remained there for a few minutes, waiting for any kind of reaction from the “other side,” as it were. With nothing happening, he figured an incentive was in order… but was still very much stuck underneath the collective weight of his assets. Like a turtle on its back, he swung from one side to the other, bringing the bed springs to their breaking point before finally heaving himself onto the ground, squeezing everything he had so hard when he landed belly down that, if it weren’t for the fact that none of that was happening, he might’ve felt terrified for what the people in the apartments next to his might think. As it stood, this brought him close enough to the notebook that he could begin affecting the other world once again, hopefully in a direct-enough way as to bring about more changes to his own body. Unfortunately, he was distracted by something far more important: how dry he was. After giving this “Seijan” fellow enough production to coat his entire room and then some, it felt oddly unfair that he himself was left to wallow in his complete lack of leakage. After all, with a pair of tits and balls larger than the cabbit’s, wouldn’t it make sense for him to also have a proportionally-similar level of productivity? It certainly made sense for him, in a demented, semi-insane way, thus why a new idea cropped up in his mind. “After the injection blessed him with such an ample and full bosom,” he wrote again, unable to even move from his spot as he was now immobilized by the weights on his chest… which still conveniently served as a perfect table, “and with the realization that the gene mods were not meant to be taken in such short succession, there was no doubt in Seijan’s mind that he had to go even bigger. It was his destiny, his fate, that he push his hybridized body to the limit and then several miles past it, and thus he wasn’t even thinking when he fetched more lactation supplements and cum boosters, eager to see what they would do to his body. And if that weren’t enough, his
sensitivity seemed to be increasing on its own, oddly proportional to how bloated his assets were.” This was a reasonable enough segue, but more was needed. Because as much as he adored the idea of actually affecting someone else with his writing, something that gave him far too much pleasure despite supposedly being convinced that it was a dream, some mutual assistance was the only way he could see this going forward. It was a nonsense approach to it, but he hadn’t spent years type-fucking people just to get away with nothing learnt. He looked at himself, judging how much bigger he’d like to be. If given the opportunity, he thought to himself, he always assumed there wouldn’t be an upper limit, but now that it was happening, there were a series of concerns he never really thought of before. What of his ability to move, his capacity for self-sufficience? What if he needed to go to the bathroom, hell, would the increased lactation make milking a necessity? And, most importantly, why was he bothering with those details when none of that was actually happening? Mavor hastily scribbled something on the edge of the page before crossing it out, trying a few more times before coming to the conclusion that something else was needed; though his favourite pen was in the hands of the cabbit, he still kept a few around he rarely ever used. In this case, a red one would have to do. “Through the haze of lust and desire to grow,” he continued to describe, “the cabbit would nonetheless keep enough of his wits that he would know something was afoot. Though difficult to make out at first, it became clearer than ever that some outside force was interfering with him…” (hey, I gave you four tits, mind giving me some milk too?) ...He moaned as a wild swirl of contradicting emotions slammed into each other in his head. In one breath, Seijan knew that he had to stop-- stop cramming these chemicals into his veins-and in the next, hollered to kingdom come as the pleasure of it all wracked his senses for another go. It was as if his mind was being pulled; his muscles forced to move by someone else’s will, and the more he thought about it-- between painting the ceiling in cum-- the more sense it made.
Even as Seijan grew, his growth never stemmed, and as a five-inch-high tide of jizz seeped out of his room and into the hall of his home, he had to make quick, semi-lucid adjustments to his space. He threw himself over his desk; spent injectors floating in his constantly-cummy tide, feet kicked out so as to accommodate his beach-ball-sized super-tits and his enormous, kneecap-passing balls. “A-alright you…” Seijan growled at his book, pleasure-jerked tears streaming down his face. “W-what’s your game…?” He looked over his penmanship and wiped a new page clean of his spent milk and cum. What he expected was a clean slate-- a few stains, but written in the margins at the bottom of the paper was something encased in brackets: “...I gave you four tits…” he read aloud, the red-stained ink marring the otherwise untouched sheet. His eyes went wide. “N-No way…!” Seijan could already feel his gonads churning, threatening to lift him well off of his feet, and his grey-furred breasts were mere inches above the steamy tide below. The bunny seized his pen in a creative frenzy, eyes not leaving the mysterious markings as he scribbled: ‘...And no sooner did he drop his pen, did a rush of lactic production strike him. Mavor’s balls would begin to churn out cum by the thousands of gallons, and with it, pleasure never-before-felt. Mavor’s lynxish breasts-- all four of them-- made milk by the buckets, activated by their generous size, and to call it a dribble would be--” Seijan’s hand clenched as he came again; moaning as his writing was interrupted by the drugs kicking in. “F-fuck…!” he swore as all the enhancing chems and their inappropriately-used cocktails caused his entire body to change. He continued writing; his penmanship shaking as his eight-inch, nine-inch, ten-inch bunny-bangers began to grow. ‘To call it a dribble would be an understatement, for, in waves, his milky tide would flow freely with rich, flavourful milk. Unable to resist-- he’d take a drink, and find that with every gulp, his body would grow. His ass would fatten; his gonads expand, and not even his room would stand a chance against his body--’ The cabbit bit his lip as another boobgasm sent a shower of milk shooting into the tide below, kicking up spooge and cream in a splatter. That was enough.
Then, as he dotted his period, he had an idea: at the bottom of the page like he’d seen, the cabbit put something that would change his perception of this affair forever. (If you can read this: write your name. I am Seijan.) Well, that was certainly one way for him to get what he wanted. Wasn’t really expecting to suddenly develop a second pair of breasts, and for a few moments he didn’t really know he had; the increased awareness of his situation, however, allowed him to catch onto the extra pair of weights quite soon after they were birthed into existence, only fueling the raging inferno of growthlust roiling inside of him. The note at the bottom of the page, appearing before his eyes as it was written, only solidified his belief that the whole affair was taking place in his head, even if the sensations involved were significantly stronger than any dream he’d ever had. Some part of him began wondering if it might actually be real, the same slice of subconscious instinct that had alerted him to the possibility of the pen being what it turned out to be. As much as he might have liked to pay more attention to that possibility, he was interrupted before he could even write down his name, this time by the package rumbling between his legs. It hadn’t exactly been neglected up until then, but the focus had clearly been on his bustyboy breasts and not the male apparatus he’d carried his entire life. Thus, it was a welcome surprise when he started leaking copious amounts of pre at just about the same time as his cum factories began churning much louder than they had been before; there was a short grace period in between this realization, where the lynx was happy to lie there feeling the underside of his tits getting slathered in his slick fluids, and those orbs’ production kicking into full gear. The impact was strong enough to rouse him to full alertness, enough that the prospect of the whole thing being a dream suddenly felt like a very stupid, childish fantasy in and of itself. There was no way a wave of pressure like that could ever smash against his loins and not immediately wake him up, so the fact that he was still there, stranded on top of a double-stacked bosom and feeling his already-beachball-sized nuts take up even more room than they already were… kind of made him panic.
Didn’t last very long, as the sudden flood of endorphins into every neuroreceptor he had left made him unable to consider the possibility that it might be dangerous to succumb to what he was experiencing; the lynx just barely remembered to save the piece of paper he was writing on, holding it as high up as he could the second the precum pouring out of his tip turned into a hyper-pressurized jet of cum, blasting into his underboob and still failing to make a dent in his overall size. Whatever happened on the other end had caused his productivity to skyrocket, so much so that within seconds he heard his bed and desk scraping the floor as they were pushed away from where he had placed him. His chest was no slouch in that department either; so enamoured with the sudden, explosive expansion of his sack, the lynx failed to notice how all four of his tits filled with so much milk as to balloon to nearly twice their size before his engorged nips exploded with their creamy bounty, splattering all over the ground, joining in with the inch-thick cover of cum that was already leaking onto the corridor outside his room. It was simply too good to pass up, but too far away to properly appreciate… so a nudge would have to do. All that was needed was for a single nipple to be allowed some breathing room for the river of milk to spray high enough for the cat to help himself freely to it. It was horridly lewd, to think that he was drinking from his own tits, gulping down whole mouthfuls without needing to use a teat at all, but this was soon taken over by a far more pressing matter: he wasn’t done growing. Maybe it was a residual effect from whatever made his nuts large enough to start cracking the wall behind him, or gave him large-enough beanbags on his chest that he could use them as such, but the rest of him really took a liking to that cream. He could practically feel his ass getting heavier with each gulp, readying itself for the need to carry around as much weight as the lynx was packing, the mass seeping down into his thighs in order to quickly make them wider than his doors were. If that weren’t enough, it even seemed to have some kind of knock-on effect on his nuts as well; Mavor was quite certain that those galloping spurts where he’d suddenly gain several extra feet at once in between the continuous growth matched perfectly with his own milk hitting his stomach.
The room was getting significantly more cramped than it should, and the lynx felt something was necessary to address that. To that end, the story must continue. (Name’s Mavor. And I’m truly sorry-not-sorry) “With contact established between the two parties, the bridge between worlds grew stronger still, and with no end of regret for having ushered in such a strong change to the status quo, Seijan’s mind was wracked with visions of his perfect self. The ultimate, self-indulgent fantasy that was outgrowing everything that existed and still demanding more! And what a beautiful reality he now inhabited, were his own creations began to affect him; the cabbit could only marvel at how everything he made the lynx go through seemed to be thrown back at him, magnified twofold…” Seijan feared that his now flooding abode would soon become a swimming pool. So addled with his body the cabbit couldn’t help but stroke, knead, and play with his engorged and growing form. His sweater was history; his clothes completely torn asunder by his size, and with no signs of stopping, the cabbit could barely stay awake. He had to put pen to paper-- had to do something, but was hard to think with a two-foot pair of penises twitching, spurting, spraying the flooded ground with cum. Meanwhile, his sensitive, four-pack of boobs were so engorged with milk that they hit the floor and enveloped his cocks in a sleeve made to fuck, and as he bent over his desk, the cabbit’s hips bucked on auto-pilot. No matter how much he came, no matter how much cum he fired, his balls were producing far more jizz than he could handle, and now were fighting for the space his feet occupied. His shafts were floated and fat; the barbs flaring as their underbellies were made gravid with his goo. The ropes were unending, and as his tits were thickly glazed in his own cummy backblast. He was on a bed of his own body, growing out of control when he saw, through rivulets of tears, cum, and milk, something in red ink in the book. He picked it up, pen and all, and held it close to his glasses to see. He saw the apology-- or rather, lack thereof, and felt his heart drop. “...Oh, s-shit…” It struck Seijan like an epiphany-- a brilliant crash of dopamine and ecstasy-- as all the piling on he set upon Mavor: the growth, the multiplication, and the liquid production, was reflected back into his form. Seijan felt the wave of his own writing slam into him like a wave-- a wave that heaved him upwards as he felt the four breasts he gave Mavor pile onto his own. He wailed; sobbed bliss,
and called for god as another two-set-rack of tits fought for space, pushing out between his existing four. They milked each other; battled for every inch as they swelled out into a bed of soft, sloshing bunny-boobs. To make matters worse, Seijan’s floor touching nuts were pounding-- near literally stampeding with how fast they were making cum. The room rapidly began to flood as Seijan’s ever-growing cocks blasted spooge out of his four-rack-cleavage in such a violent deluge, it sprayed out in every direction and hit nearly every wall with the flow. “A-ahh, a-ahh!!” he cried, mouth wide and ears lay flat as his car-sized testies hit the wall behind him, causing the drywall to groan in protest. His rapid, lactic production sent his tits billowing outwards, making the floor scream for mercy as the wooden bottom creaked under the thousand-pound-weight. The walls would join in the cacophony as his person-sized nipples crashed into the other three corners, forcing the cabbit to the ceiling. His back against the roof, he fought for air-- anything that wasn’t a rut-inducing musk-- and prayed that the house would hold, but when he tasted his own milk-- so rich, so creamy, and so strong, Seijan knew suddenly that it would not. With the milk he gave Mavor turned back on him-- the house didn’t stand a chance. The walls bent outwards and the support-beams heaved as geysers of cum and milk fired through newly created cracks and holes. The already flooded house began to drown in Seijan’s overflow, and the power shook and flickered as the once sturdy structure was filled to failure. Moaning, wailing, and pleasure screams were muffled underneath the virile churning therein, and just when it seemed that the walls just might stand-A loud crash tore through the neighbourhood as Seijan’s dam broke. Spooge blew out every window-- blew down the front door and sent ivory sap careening down the street. The geysers that formed would soon be plugged as the bunny inside swelled from corner to corner. Pipes, beams, metals, and furniture was thrown to the ends of the building, and from every shattered pane and open frame, a grey-wall of bunny fur, or a pink-capped nipple forced their way through. The last vestiges of his home bent outwards with cartoonish distortion; the neighbourhood around him roused by the terrific noise. Faces appeared in opposite windows just in time to see the Etroix house explode apart, and the lawn swallowed up in a tide of white spooge. The entire property was covered in bunny; in spheres of churning liquid, and as the now damp, rain-free air outside met Seijan’s nose, he was finally blessed with some lucidity. “M-Mavor- y-you…!” he cursed-- but knew full well that words would do nothing unless written down.
Revenge would be swift, and surprisingly base, for in his cum-drenched notebook, Seijan tore through the pages with his pen: ‘As climax struck the Lynx, no amount of release would sate his needy balls. The chaos of his own orgasm would bring changes all its own, however, for having one cock was not enough to expend his lake-replacing virility.’ A wry smile grew across Seijan’s pleasure-wracked face, even as his body poured over the neighbour’s fences and lawns. ‘Mavor felt his body change and ignite with bliss, as this rampant, sexual mutation seized him by the loins: he felt not one, nor two, but three cocks come to form, joining his first in a Breed-muda Triangle of debauchery. Knotted, ringed, and needy to fill, his growing members would expand to match his balls-- all six of them.’ One more devilish motion struck the cabbit as his house-sized, milk-filled breasts poured through his neighbour’s yards, impressing upon the edges of their houses and the streets beyond. ‘And what he could not spend… Would take form inside a womb that he didn’t even know he had…’ (I hope you like eggs. Because you’re about to have a lot of them, Mavor.) “Oh god, this is actually happening! It’s… it’s actually happening… oh god, it’s actually happening…~” Acceptance came as quickly as he did the moment he felt the newest changes begin to take hold over his body. Rather than subside, however, it kept going and grew in intensity, not only forcing yet more of his thick spooge out into the world (a pitiful amount compared to what he produced, but still) but also stretching the limits his body had imposed on him until then. With each load and clench, his already-colossal cock grew larger still, its underside bloated beyond reason as it struggled to keep up with the demand for ever-escalating output. A few climaxes in, it was too much even for him, and the lynx was forced to contend with the fact that his groin would just have to be that much more cramped. The idea of packing multiple shafts was nothing new; he himself had explored it multiple times in his stories and it happened to be one of his favourite kinks to indulge. To feel it happen, to know it was taking place even if he couldn’t see it, made every orgasm feel so much better that it bordered on criminal. Unlike his breeder’s balls, which continuously occupied more and more room until the very walls
began to crack under the pressure, these new cocks shaped themselves by lunging forward several inches at a time, growing thicker and longer each time another dozen or so ropes of his seed were sent through all at once. It could be that the sheer amount of fluids they were being made to service was making them grow to compensate, or maybe it was Seijan allowing him to feel a fraction of the pleasure he himself was going through. That it would just reflect back on the cabbit made it even better, and for a brief second, Mavor allowed himself the luxury of thinking he wouldn’t need to add anything more. Silly boy. In a way, it was almost disappointing; three cocks and three pairs of balls, each set easily able to fill half the room on its own, and yet only two pairs of milk-stuffed, back-breaking breasts? It felt like some kind of cosmic joke, and Mavor was certain it was deliberately intended to poke at his budding growthlust, maybe as a way of intensifying what Seijan was feeling on the other side; that’s what he would do, after all, if he weren’t so busy indulging whoever that cabbit was. With his body busy outgrowing his room, however, there was little he could do but wait it out and see where it would end. Sadly (or not, really), those orgasms taking care of his ability to think straight weren’t going to vanish, nor even stabilize; each one hit him harder than the last, and it wasn’t long before the lynx had to confront himself with the fact that this was his life now, and if he didn’t do something to gather whatever was left of his wits, he might just end up turning into a mindless slave to his own base predations. Not that the prospect was exactly bad, but he would like to be able to enjoy his steady growth, really. Whatever was happening on the other side of the dimensional wall, Mavor could only hope it was even better than the kind of architectural vice grip he was going through, because as much as those walls were thin enough to let him hear everything his neighbours were doing, they stubbornly refused to break down, even when the door’s frame was shattered beyond recognition. With his tits stuffed to the point where each was as big as his bed, the amount of room was in danger of going into the negatives, making it an urgent necessity for him to demand a strong boost in order to free himself. It was at that point that it hit him. It was so different from everything he was accustomed to that the lynx immediately guessed
just what Seijan had done for him, given where the sudden wave of uncomfortably-pronounced heat and pressure was coming from. Whether they be live or hatchlings, there was no doubt that his belly now had a womb that was growing at least as fast as the rest of him was, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the prospect of becoming a broodmother, even when he was being smushed against the ceiling by the bulging curvature of his tits alone. (I LOVE EGGS THANK YOU! Hope you like them too~) It was all he could say, really, before making sure to give the cabbit something special of his own. And seeing as they seemed capable of affecting reality in accordance to their whims, there would be no need for the use of intermediaries like genemod autoinjectors anymore. … then again... “As his body grew beyond his house’s ability to contain it, it would become clear as day to Seijan that he lacked the fundamental attributes required to properly worship his form. With two arms and two hands alone, there was simply no way he could rub himself like he should’ve, and yet with his assets outgrowing his body to such a massive degree, would any additions be anything more than redundant and pointless? The answer was yes, and yet his lust-addled mind still forced its physical avatar to grow three extra pairs. Woefully insufficient for what his body had become, but it would do for the time being.” Time to go in for the kill. The lynx knew that his own changes would end up reflected on the cabbit’s body, but that just wasn’t enough. As always, more was needed. “With the cabbit now exposed to the neighbourhood, he would expect his everyday acquaintances to have some kind of problem with the burgeoning problem growing in front of their very own eyes, ruining the property value with all of that leaking destroying their meticulously-kept front yards. Instead, Seijan would be met with an adoring crowd, all there ready and waiting for him like they had expected that day to come to pass, every single one carrying either an autoinjector, or a whole box of them…”
Seijan existed in a bubble; a crater of his creation’s own creation. His four-set of milk-filled boobs were pouring a rain of lactic love all over the city, filling the streets almost as violently as his twin-set of mega-sized cocks, which continued to turn his cleavage into a cummy waterfall. “God…!” he shuddered uselessly, shivering as his entire body was shaken in a quake made entirely out of his lust, “I’m going to melt if-- H-Nnng…!” The entire region shook as the cabbit’s twinned, tower-sized shafts blew another monster load into his own breasts; his four, hill-sized gonads working so hard that they grew rapidly skywards and into the night sky. “--I’m going to melt if I don’t stop soon...!” Panting, heaving, and fighting for air, Seijan hoped that his last play in the book would have done him well. For a few blissful minutes, it was just him and his unstoppable, growing body, bowling over suburban-block after suburban block. He was a noticeable mountain on the horizon now, made up of fur flesh, and was growing meters by the second. Curiosity, however, drove the bunny to double-check his penmanship, figuring that his lynxian counterpart had given up. No sooner did he reach for his pen, did Seijan nearly drop it. “F-Fuck!!” he yelped, voice breaking as something seemed to battle his cocks for space. He reached down, feeling one of his highway-blocking meat-pillars underneath his hand, and then, as he explored, reaching around his nethers, he felt… Another. And another. And another. Knotted, ringed, and raging hard, Seijan was horrified to find that he had neglected an earlier detail: “M-Mavor, you bitch!” he cursed as he felt the cocks he gifted his creation-- no, not his creation-- his sexual nemesis, smash him back upon the crotch. From one foot, then reached ten, twenty, forty, eight-- doubling and tripling in size until they too were spilling over the neighbourhood. He was becoming a one-cabbit highway, and the only thing flowing through him was cum and milk. His five-set of mixed, barbed, knotted, and rung sex-pillars fanned out in every direction, and unleashed from their ends a torrential downpour of mud-thick jizz. For the first second in what must have been an eternity, Seijan felt his gonads shrink with the deluge, as whole lakes were dumped from each, bloated member. The relief was short-lived, however, for the pile-on of curses he’d dumped on Mavor would return in full force, and the cabbit sobbed ecstasy as he felt his already blue-balled bunny-pouch violently begin to expand. The ground underfoot cracked and sank as his rising hill of balls began to multiply, fattening, bulging, until the once uniform mound of four, became a cluttered mass of ten. Ten-- ten titanic, world-impregnating balls, fastened to one cabbit.
His head was smacked with a rush of cramping; his nuts so violently overloaded, that with every churn, his orgasmic pumps were magnified to near apocalyptic levels. The clouds parted as his mountainous gonads pulsed; so virile was their pumping that the audible churn caused the power to flicker across the province. The stench of his seed would not be forgotten either, for like some atomic fallout, the cloud of his musk stretched for miles upwind: a palpable heat infecting any and all within its range. “Hhng-- N-no more, I-I can’t cum any h-harder…!!” Seijan pleaded, sinking his six arms and hands into his breasts, hoping to god that there’d be relief. Wait… six arms? He counted on his thirty fingers-“God above!!” he yelled, realizing what he had become… Realizing how easy it was to bask in his body with all this extra touch. He could feel the new muscles-- but did not feel them form. It was as if he had them the entire time. A jealous spider-morph was probably looking on in wonder as the bunny, now lavishing in his own mutation, could do little more to himself than knead, massage, and touch himself. “Hhng… C-could this get any…! Wor--” he hiccuped-- “Better?!” Of course it could. For as he felt up his body; felt up his ass, he could feel the rest of his punishments return in full. His balls, forming seas of jizz, compacted into his city-spaning nuts, were pumping back into him what he set out: his ass began to fatten, rolling over his palms as his belly started to swell. The cabbit swore, cursed, and heaved delight as he felt the eggs he’d sicced on Mavor fill a warm, breed-hungry womb deep inside his core. “Ooooh-- Yess!!” he heaved as all air was pushed out of his lungs as his rapidly expanding stomach clattered with newly formed bunnylings. Some foolish part of his still-lucid head wondered if they’d be painted, but that thought was smashed as his godless laden boy-womb doubled, tripled, and crashed into the earth below, further widening his already landmark profile. Seijan could barely think-- could barely breathe with five cocks, ten balls, eight tits, six arms, a mountain full of eggs and an ass that could crush a sedan. This exhaustive list of sexual torments was still not done, however, for Mavor had marked one last note on his list that not even Seijan could note. Wading through the tide came a terrible sight, a sight that a figure that was more spherical than man could ever hope to see.
A giddy horde of citizens; a mob of sexually-hopped-up hopefuls with their stockpile of enhancers in hand, were coming to pay homage to a deity of sexual domination. No better offering would befall such a creature than to add to its girth, and the only way they could was with what they had on hand. Seijan could barely feel the pin-prick jabs of thousands of production boosters entering his system. Breasts, balls, and cocks alike-- anything that would take these cum making, milk-producing super-drugs-- was met with a quick prick and injection. With every insertion, Seijan began to feel warmer and warmer; his body rumbling as it bowled over the suburbs in several kilometre-wide mounds. Houses stood no chance; roads crumbled and broke, and anyone foolish enough to not gangway was lovingly embraced by a landslide of sloshy, soft bun. Every stab was boost with numerical precision, adding a 1.5 multiplier to his already prodigious payload. Every breast could spawn a lake with their lactic production, but with a single jab, it would be an entire lake and a half. And there were thousands of injectors, of drugs, exponentially boosting the rabbit-cat’s production to astronomical levels. He shuddered and quaked as his body felt like it was on fire, and felt his bed of body underneath surge upwards. “W-what the--!!?” was all he had to say before he suddenly blasted off and upwards. The nearby city stood no chance as, in one productive wave, breasts the size of suburbia doubled in size. Slamming into towers and monuments alike, the soft tide of flesh and fur filled out the gaps made by boulevards and byways; milky caps and penis-tips pinched by the obstructing structures. Another wave bowled them clean over. Entirely made of liquid weight, his growth was like nothing anyone had ever seen before as, not even a spec on the planet’s surface, became a dot, became a mark, became a smear of white and grey. And Seijan had not even cum yet. With this new power, the overflow was so immense, that even as valleys were swept up in mile-high tides of cum; as even mountains were splashed in milky seas, the bunny’s full eruption had not yet hit. With shaking hands, he raised his book, knowing what violent eruption was to come. He’d be out of it for a bit-- he could already tell-- and if he didn’t take a swing at Mavor now, he’d be at his mercy. His handwriting was awful, but he hoped that it’d count for the paper:
‘...And when he finished lining his paper, Mavor would find that his lust would not be sated by writing alone: indeed, he needed more.’ Seijan knew he was in control of this story, and he’d make the most out of what he had not yet used. He’d slammed his writing weight into Mavor himself, but of the world-- Seijan would turn the tides against him. ‘It was a good thing that Mavor had the entirety of a breeding barn to his own: a state-sized mega-factory dedicated to draining his body of their rich, sweet fluids, while suppressing his true, unstoppable size,’ The author smiled deviously. ‘But little did they know that with every drag of this lynx’s juices; that every bottle they sold, would change their customers forever, and their one-man cattle. As their tanks ran to the point of overload, the silly farmers in control would turn their flow back on their egg-filled lynx, feeding him his own cow-a-fying liquids. Horns would sprout, and an indomitable rut would cause his sperm-count to go nuclear, as would everyone around him. With every gulp his already gifted rack would multiply; all nine of his fluffy, furry breasts, and with it, would his balls. The size of his sperm would surge and swell, and from a single, furry sheathe, a forest of cocks would swarm.’ Seijan’s balls swelled at the thought-- unleashing a sexual apocalypse upon his creation-- but he had to finish his line before jacking his senses free: ‘And when those tanks blew, and the milking cups failed, the suppressing drugs in his system would too. He would return to his true, gigantic, macro-size unable to stop expanding as pent up hormones returned in full force. His body’s ultra-feminine shape would magnify; his ass and thighs growing wildly out of hand. ‘No continent would be safe; no horizon secure when Mavor’s growth resumed, and although his immobilizing shape would be relieved, that did not mean his many breasts, his many cocks, and his many, many balls would not stop growing… They’d grow… ‘But on a massive, universe-threatening scale.’ (I’m aware of your game, Mavor. Do unto me what I’ve done to you, right? Doesn’t really work when it’s your WORLD that’s made you this way! Good luck.) When he signed his work, he felt it come… His balls heaved; his breasts swelled, and for thousands of miles around, Seijan’s world turned white… It was truly a work of the gods themselves that they could affect reality to that degree, and in such a small moment in time as well. Personally, Mavor wasn’t really fond of just massively altering the entire layout of a story midway through it, such as through unexplained scene changes or transformations that no one paid attention to, but after being put in the receiving end of one, he
began to wonder if he shouldn’t try out more of that in the future… assuming he even had one to begin with. A curious aspect of all the rampant misuse of their reality-altering power was that the lynx honestly did remember his life as always having been like that, while simultaneously knowing it was simply a state of immobilization foisted upon him mere moments before by a writer as horny as himself, separated by an increasingly thinner wall between realities. If it weren’t for the knowledge that whatever happened to him fortunately reflected back onto Seijan, Mavor might’ve felt inadequate in knowing that he was alone in being the size of his entire state, permanently hooked up to machinery on such a colossal scale that it strained their world’s ability to even keep it running nominally, much less repair any of the damage that was routinely inflicted upon it by the lynx’s overbearing size. With their body in the state that it was, even that vast wonder of engineering wouldn’t be enough to contain him for long; left to his own devices, his nine tits alone would simply keep growing with their pent-up production until the suction cups weren’t enough to keep them stable, while the many, many city-sized pumps servicing his cocks still weren’t enough to prevent his belly from filling with millions upon millions of eggs on a daily basis. Seeing as Seijan never quite made it explicit whether or not those things were being laid, Mavor chose to believe they weren’t; and maybe because reality was out to lunch and refused to come back, that’s exactly what happened. Really, it was a wonder how he was even inside that facility to begin with, even when one took the suppression drugs into account. Each heartbeat added a town’s worth of size to his already gigantic womb, each throb engorged his cocks and many cum factories by a mile each, and every heartbeat brought along with it a good three-mile radius to each of his tits. The lynx got to experience the serenity of existence as a hyper macro for maybe about ten seconds before the whole thing collapsed entirely, bringing the walls down and allowing him to finally ascend the way he was supposed to. In a way, he almost wanted it to happen the letting his assets bloat and grow and swell him under their own power, without any kind He’d still climb to impossible heights even
“natural” way; just… along with the rest of of external assistance. under those conditions,
just “slower,” for a given definition of the word; but to be fed his own milk, especially via the use of nine separate tubes, while the pumps servicing his trio of shafts were somehow plunged directly into his ass and a slit he didn’t even know he had. Whatever was in those drugs had turned him into some sort of breeder/dairy-cow hybrid, and done so much damage to his body as a whole that the feeding itself barely lasted half a femtosecond before the entire system just failed to hold him down. A single drop of either of his fluids would’ve been enough to cause an explosive chain reaction that would have flattened half the planet in but an instant; the growth generated by that kind of infusion would leave each of his breasts in a large-enough state as to… well, become a state in and of themselves before progressing to an even higher level, while granting his manhoods enough mass to carve out several canyons whenever they grazed the ground. But the lynx didn’t take a droplet, didn’t sample but a fraction of his production. He had a mouthful. Just one, nothing more. A whole gulp, one large enough to bulge out even his considerable throat, and the exact catalyst required to completely obliterate the planet he was once a citizen of. In that one instant, the Earth, were it still there to be seen, would easily fit snugly into the inside of a single one of the lynx’s nipple buds, right before being crushed by the onslaught of burgeoning breastflesh the moment after. One more half-second and the sun ceased to be, consumed in its entirety by a mere fraction of one of the lynx’s hyper-productive orbs. The effects it was having on his body were, as expected, exponential, as even at those sizes he couldn’t output more than an insignificant, googol-ian fraction of what his cum factories were making, which led to the egg-filled region of space that was his midriff to bloat to increasingly larger sizes at terrifyingly faster speeds, which itself forced his nine breasts to produce milk at an efficiency that surpassed that which should be physically possible. All around him was a ring of milk and cum, condensing into a new miniature galaxy that would soon outsize his original one. There was no need for breathing, for reality was his… … or rather, Seijan’s.
It was time, he felt, to relinquish the selfish hold he had on the cabbit’s body. It was only fair, he believed, after Seijan had done such a spectacular job on his own body, for him to be rewarded with the same kind of generosity. It wasn’t just enough that they shared destinies and sizes; they must share their experiences as well. But how? There was no pen there, not one that he could use at all; being of that size kind of meant that writing was a thing of the past… but was it really the pen at all doing that? Perhaps it was, or perhaps it was simply the key through which more doors could be opened. After all, the thick layer of cum and milk trapped in his gravity well was certainly large enough that he could stick his finger into it and “write” by gouging deep, light-year-long gaps in the near-solid surface of it. Wouldn’t be the most dignified of ways to contact Seijan, but at least it would work. “As the two grew to a size that could finally begin to be called divine, the link between the two burgeoning gods grew stronger still,” the lynx ‘wrote,’ hoping that his control over reality itself was strong enough that he could abuse it to that degree, “allowing the two to begin sharing some of their experiences. Though still not powerful enough to begin transfer of material from one universe to the other, separating the two partners in ascension by a thin wall that yet refused to budge, it was the first of the many steps needed for the two to finally unite: a mutual understanding.” No sooner had he finished writing that sentence than an understanding began to dawn in the back of Mavor’s head. What had once been an utmost sincere belief that the two were engaging in the same kind of self-indulgent, growth-based debauchery that made up the entirety of the lynx’s universe at that point turned into shock, horror and slight disgust at himself after realizing what he had been putting the cabbit through. He could only hope that Seijan felt that his attempts at making him bigger were based on a genuine desire for mutual pleasure rather than a rancorous attempt at payback, even as his mind was wracked by feelings of regret. “And with his newfound understanding,” the lynx hastily added, “Mavor severed the link that connected their two bodies together completely, giving the cabbit some much-needed respite from his eternally-recurring cycle of explosive expansion.”
Mavor felt like he needed to add something. Though what, he was at a loss for. (Sorry) Seijan was bathing in an ocean of his own spunk and milk. From space, anyone could see the province-sized orbs expanding beyond the cloudline, while massive oceans of milk and cum spread wide across the surface. He racked his brain between cumshots and milk-gasms-short-lived moments of consciousness, but they were there none-the-less. “H-how do I… F-fix this…” he mewled, anticipating another wave of shocking, debilitating growth. He counted the seconds in his head; the cabbit trying to play chess on a tic-tac-toe board, when a strange and unfamiliar notion struck him. Not a notion… A memory. He felt disembodied for a second, completely taken in by some otherworldly force. It was an invitation into the world of someone else-- someone he knew-- someone, who must have been, Mavor. The cabbit’s body recoiled as he felt it all strike him: a cascade of sexual release and bliss, but not from himself, but from the creation he didn’t even know was real. It felt amazing; it felt like rapture, but the defining discovery that dotted the cabbit’s mind was a thought in Mavor’s head that, as he wrote, did not match the one in Seijan’s. When the cabbit scored his page in ink and cum, he wrote it with malice-- as if it were a competition, and only he could win, but when Mavor penned his thoughts, they were of… A warmer place. “Nng… Shit…” Well, someone was the ass in this game, and it certainly wasn’t Mavor. Seijan felt he owed his pen-pal a proper apology; one for letting his writer’s ego dictate his hand. Even as the continent underneath him shuddered and shook, crumbling under the liquid weight of several miles of rabbit spheres. (To Mavor: I sincerely-The cabbit suddenly felt a powerful shock shoot squarely up his back. He clenched the pen, nearly snapping it in half as whatever struck him wasn’t exactly pain, nor was it pleasure.
There was something odd about being mostly breasts and balls, and it was that one’s sense of scale was completely warped. He couldn’t tell for the life of him that something was changing, and it wasn’t exactly his genitals. He felt the flesh under him shift and strain, readjusting from cramped to somewhat comfortable. His hyper-eggnant belly felt less taut, and his eight tits more relaxed. His colossal cocks were still large, but, better wieldy, and when Seijan felt, for the first time in what must have been hours, the cool touch of a floor between his toes, did he realize something was up. Seijan… Sat up. Upon a beanie-bag-bed of balls, Seijan’s twenty-mile nutsac was now a cozy seat for him to rest upon. The macrofied cabbit, barely aware of his own ascension, realized that his head was high above cloud level. His twitching rods fanned out like a bouquet before him, still bigger than he-but wildly, for now, and the spurts of white he unleashed floated free of his home planet’s orbit. The massive tits he sported were still ever large, as was his loaded, almost person-sized womb, but at least in this moment, Seijan realized that Mavor had done him a boon. The planet underneath his giant, thicc behind crumbled and cracked, buried under miles of semen and milk-- and now smothered under the weight of a cabbit nearly fifteen-miles tall. The musk of him was global, and the pregnancies below total as his churning masses continue to work. Sheets of land tipped skywards under the weight of it all, and the wind that once nature controlled was a soft gale of air being pushed away from a steadily expanding hybrid. Growing miles every second, his body would smash through the hundred-mile mark in a matter of minutes; his balls and breasts reasserting themselves as the dominant shape upon Seijan’s body. Soft, plush, yet firm and full, his contradictingly large masses enveloped the rabbit in a blanket of his own body. He winced and mewled, feeling; watching the horizon once again disappear as grey-furred tits swelled with unspent milk, and his massively overpowered gonads spread wide across the horizon below. In waves, his breasts and balls passed a hundred miles each; two hundred; five-hundred, spanning outwards into the void and knocking satellites out of their orbit. He moaned, his voice reverberating through the muted atmosphere as cities stood no chance against the rapid swelling of a cabbit’s mighty balls. They evicted all who dared stand in the way, onto a new world made entirely of roiling, churning nads, and soon, not even the surface of the planet itself could resist. Watching from space; from behind the pale blue planet, one would see a new shape swallow up the stars. Thick pink cocks rose high over the crest: rung, knotted, and barbed, spraying planet-sized ropes unendingly into the stars, then breasts that dwarfed the home below reached outwards beyond the curve. A womb of white-and-grey fur came next, followed by the shape of a backside, so broad and wide, it could carry entire empires upon its width. And then finally--
swallowing it all, a grey shape; somewhat lumpy, but clearly round: ten, titanic, galaxy-filling balls dwarfed the little blue dot in its entirety. The writer, panting and heaving as his godly rise to the stars took him whole, felt the cool nip of space retreat at the musky heat radiating off his form. Mavor had moved him; moved him into places that he could barely imagine, and with it came the memory of his lynxian creation: of his pleasures, his bliss, and his intention. He was going to cum again; his senses rattled by a belly, breasts, and balls more than ten-times his already million-mile height, and as the tension grew in violent throngs, Seijan was unable to stop himself from cutting it all loose. With pleasure-drawn tears in his eyes, he reached back, forward, and down to sink his palms into his balls, cocks, and breasts, driving forth an orgasm gifted to him by a friend in another world. He heaved and exhaled stardust; felt everything around him warp, and then erupted with nova-like force. Five monster cocks: knotted, barbed, and full of cum, surged a milky way of super-dense spooge into the darkness. They coiled and spun, the ropes of trillions of cubic gallons worth of bunny DNA, as they were heaved into the darkness. Like a comet’s trail, they left in their wake a fog of musk so powerful, just smelling it might ascend one’s belly to the heavens with young. At the same time, an andromeda of milk surged from all ten of Seijan’s planet-flooding bosoms; bounty so great, that not even the distant stars could withstand the snuffing volume that flowed forth. A millennia of infinite climaxes could not amount to a second of Seijan’s own as planets were glazed and plastered under his onslaught. They became caked and splattered; flooded and overwhelmed, and soon made larger than they ever were before by miles, upon ever-rising miles of cum. “G-god…!” he cried out, unaware of the irony of his own heavenly rise to size. He came again, and again, and five times more; unable to stop his thousand-cumshot climaxes from happening. It all felt so good; too good, and with his newfound clarity, he only had Mavor to thank. With six arms, coordinating every letter, Seijan tried his best to write out his intentions, reaching into the dark to touch a floating, planet-sized glob of his own cum, only to use it as ink. It wasn’t the pen, he hoped, but his heart would make the magic of his writing so: (Thank you Mavor. I am sorry) he prefaced his letter. (Perhaps it's time for us to meet.) He wrote, with the end of his nail, carefully upon the dark sky of tits in front of him: ‘Mavor would grow relentlessly. His blessed body would push the limits of all size; all understanding, and not stop even as the realities that constrained him fought against it. He
would grow bigger, and bigger, and bigger until the multiverse itself was but a subatomic spec; until he and his creator-- if he could call it that-- met.’ Seijan dotted the period and leaned back, watching as his cummy ink drifted lazily apart. The cabbit sighed and felt his world stir. His womb, laden with uncountable volumes of hatchling offspring, stretched and strained as his unspent seed formed countless eggs in their stead. His balls grew and gurgled in the void, spanning out behind him like a big, grey sun, while his breasts slowly swelled out towards the stars. He filled out as his production accelerated; filled with enough hyper-compressed liquid to fill his universe from end, to end. Beyond the confines of his solar system, forcing aside the night, A star-sized bunny relaxed as the galaxy around him was spread apart. Filled with something more meaningful. Full to the brim with grey; with white, until the fabric of the world would rend and split. It felt so good… It felt so good… to right this wrong. As he let loose and allowed his body to become what it was always destined to be, all sense of self-control decency was ejected from his reality almost as quickly as reality itself was. The lynx was outright displacing everything that wasn’t him, either absorbing the debris into his form or outright atomizing it from how rapidly he was swelling. His trio of rods tripled upon itself thrice over, until his nethers were an absolute mess of shafts that somehow failed to shrink despite splitting up into multiple copies. Every egg kept inside of his supercluster-spanning belly had apparently decided to just duplicate itself, quickly kickstarting an exponential climb that was only ever made worse by the remnants of that mouthful of milk still forcing its effects on the universal feline. All the while, each cosmos-spanning breast had ceased to eject milk; their nips became too fat, too thick and engorged for anything to escape, only adding to the unbelievably fast growth that now characterized Mavor’s entire existence. For that was what he was destined to be, really. Not a growing lynx, not a growing human, but growth. He was the embodiment of it, the personification of both the core concept and all other indulgent possibilities that surrounded it. He would become everything that
could remotely be related to the mere act of self-pleasuring… at least, after he met him of course. He knew it was a command from beyond the veil, but in all honesty he had wanted to see Seijan for himself since realizing this entire experience wasn’t just some weird kind of lucid dream. When the call hit him, the cabbit’s voice summoning him from wherever it was he made his home, Mavor knew exactly where to go. Superclusters became megaclusters became nothing; the universe itself rapidly evaporated, leaving behind nothing but a continuously-shrinking bubble that was soon too miserably tiny to be perceived by the growing god that was the lynx. His background was white, but it lacked colour; it was true nothing, the backdrop of existence upon which he was to impose his will. If Mavor wanted to, he could be anything there; moving a hand casually swatted away entire universal clusters, and before long he was simply breathing entire multiverses simply by virtue of his existence. But that wasn’t enough. It’d never be enough. Regardless of what he might be capable of doing, the lynx was just one person, one entity. A powerful one, to be sure, but still just a singular divinity in what should rightfully be a duo. It wouldn’t do for him to meet Seijan, not because it would lower him to inhabiting a singular universe, but because it would deny the cabbit the true glory that was reaching apotheosis. He had to come to him, for that was the only way Seijan would get what he truly deserved. There was no need for a pen, nor even writing anymore; what the lynx spoke simply became true, for that was the new law of reality that the both of them had imposed upon existence. “So it was that Seijan’s body, already struggling to find room for the many assets it carried, altered itself to better fit his needs. A longer torso, an extra pair of legs, a modified and even extra pairs of arms, all arranged into a distinctly equine shape that, would the cabbit ever find anything big enough to walk upon… he would probably still find it difficult to move around, given just what exactly he was forced to lug around. But at least it wouldn’t look so crowded on his comparatively minute frame.”
The lynx paused, wondering what would be the best thing to say under those circumstances. “In that moment, as Seijan’s form tore through the Oort Cloud and straight on towards the edge of the Milky Way, when he blinked and the Local Cluster became little more than a memory, the cabbit became aware of the one universal truth: that true glory was found only on ascension, and that a being as destined for greatness as himself could only ever seek it, for it was as natural to them as breathing or constantly cumming. It was a fundamental part of their nature, and thus reality obeyed accordingly, opening the gates for their apotheosis to take place, giving them the much-needed boost to not only match their feline creation…” He gulped. He was really about to make that reality. “... but surpass it.” It would become true. It was true. It had always been true. (Come closer, Seijan. I need to see you) The cocktail of sensations was nothing short of strange. Seijan felt his body shift in odd ways; his bloated belly… Moving, his breasts, shifting... He reached back, hoping to find his new ground; his balls, but found instead, his back. Despite cumming up a storm, Seijan was delighted to find that Mavor had sent him some help. His large, front legs had become strong, stepping paws, while his hind-- a very thicc, universe-clapping behind-- was now a pair of haunches. “That’s so much better…” the cabbit soothed as he massaged his knew, tauric body. Eight boobs now sorted themselves out: four below, and four above, and now, he was encased in a wall of his own make. Seijan lavished in his own size, feeling his full-body bed of tits, ass, and his multitude of balls encase his senses in a cocoon of bliss. A fat sheathe housed all five of his shafts, the throbbing meat-bouquet only swelling at the thought; the touch of tit-fucking his tauric tats, and as if to reward the change, Seijan could not help but recoil at the shocking rush of this newly gifted attribute. Over the sloshing, the growing, the expanding noises of his body, he could hear a distant, unknown voice calling him forwards, surging his growth with every gentle syllable. “I’m coming…!” Seijan promised, feeling the hot spark of a star drift into little more than an insignificant spec; the suction of a black hole drowned as one of his nipples smothered it shut.
His five cocks pierced and spanned entire galactic clusters, and filled the void from end to in his goo, while the balls that powered them stretched infinitely into the darkness. What could be considered dust upon his musky landscape, were the quadrillions-of-quadrillions of cubic lightyears of planets, stars, and formations, all orbiting in clusters around their new mass. Seijan was dancing in a twilight-lit heaven of his own world: his own sexes vastly outsizing his galaxy-dwarfing body by math-shattering bounds. As his growth accelerated, Seijan knew what was to come. He could feel it-- he’d written it before-- the ends of the universe. It felt warmer than he imagined as his nipples impressed upon the boundary, like a blanket warmed by winter fire. His five, throbbing shafts penetrated and distended the field, and like rubber; like nylon, he felt their ends distend and bulge as cumshots the size of ten-thousand galactic clusters distended the already strained barrier. “Mmmng…!” Seijan bit his lip as he felt the world around him tighten. His ass spilled back over his tauric back as his bloated nuts reached their ends, touching his breasts as they too were pushed back upon him. The bunny bucked his hips and felt uncountable miles of coc massaged by the electric-touch of the end; his bubbling payload growing in pressure as the bliss it wrought was like nothing he’d ever felt. HIs ears stood on end and the hackles of his fur rose to a point as he kneaded his body with all six arms; feeling cramped and compressed as the world would take no more of him. This universe, in a sea of other universes, began to bloat and expand: a pea, growing into a marble, into a bubble, into a melon among its kin as grey-and-white fur impressed on it, growing outwards. There was a deafening rumble-- deafening even in the void-- as this unspectacular spec suddenly bloated white. It doubled in size, then quadrupled-- then multiplied itself once more, before exploding apart in a splash of white. Seijan cried out his ecstasy, his voice alone in a vacuum of individual universes, that would too join his body in orbit around his virile form-- a form that was multiplying. From his sheath, Seijan could feel more cocks growing to form, as if trying desperately to manage the cum-tanks behind him; to stop them from getting even larger. In the same breath, the tension inside his trembling bunny-sac reached new heights as their mass grew beyond comprehensible densities-- packed to a subatomic level with of cum, and new, even more powerful jizz-makers. His climax forced aside the fibres of this world, heaving up universe after universe on a wave of his own pleasures. No reality of any size could even think of containing a drop of this godly-sized cabbit’s load, as he pumped a thousand, ten thousand-- fifty-thousand ropes free without even dropping an inch on his sac.
A womb, full to its ends with eggs, would find no place sufficiently large enough to house even a fraction of the life inside as even the multi-verse began to strain with Seijan’s rapid growth. Like the universe before, sparks flew and pleasure rose as Seijan filled even it to its ends, and from a macro scale, seemed to emerge at the atomic in another plane of existence. Soon, it too was but a dot under Seijan, subjected to his ceaseless orgasms and milky tides, or forced away by a belly burdened to the ends with eggs. If Seijan were normal sized, at this point, one breast alone could have been his home planet, magnified by a thousand, and that said nothing of his balls, and even less of his belly. With every inch he grew; every barrier he parted, Seijan could feel the ends of existence starting to part. The metaphysical laws that governed him were being replaced with his impregnating seed, and even time itself was laid to rest under a crushing coil of bunny dicks. He could feel something coming… Something growing as the voided background of white turned into a coiling mass of his own goo. The final barrier was coming up; the last stop in his plane, and although Seijan couldn’t see it past his insurmountable wall of sex, he could feel it breaking… He could feel it… He could feel something poking back; growing back. It felt warm; it felt good. It felt like… “...Mavor?” The overwhelming warmth only got worse when the looming presence of the lynx materialized from thin air, producing itself from nothing before letting Seijan know just how much smaller he was by hosting his entire body on a single one of their own feline breasts… at least until the cabbit began to quickly outgrow even him. “You’re even cuter in person,” Mavor giggled, “and goodness, I didn’t think you’d have so many tits on you~” Seijan huffed at being called cute. “...It’s sort of your fault, you know…” the expanding cabbit insisted, his voice seeming to carry between the mass of flesh that comprised his body. “...You’re… Much handsomer than I had imagined. I didn’t even know you were real-- you know? Let alone… Here.” Mavor’s size was indomitable, so bloated with a triple-set of triple-tits that the bunny-taur could barely see his face until he swelled up to size.
Having willed the cabbit to be ever bigger than himself, the lynx should probably have been expecting the sudden surge in size that turned Seijan from a pint-sized speck on one of his tits to the colossal deity that shadowed everything around him. Nonetheless, Mavor’s own cheeks had turned bright red; the actual sight of his lover-to-be was… intimidating. “I figured you were just a figment of my imagination as well,” he replied after clearing his throat, “though the whole thing was a dream. At least until the first growth spurt, that kinda… yeah, that h-hit hard, heh.” Seijan’s heart was racing. There was so much of Mavor, and yet, even in this void comprised near-solely of lynx and cabbit, with nothing around, things felt woefully incomplete. “...I take it you… Like it?” he asked, conversationally, carefully guiding the ever-shrinking lynx into his person, carefully nuzzling his real-life pen-pal into the cleave of his breasts. The bunny could still feel the void around him trying to compress his size back down, impression upon a border that his gigantic sac and expanding womb were pushing. Out of every possible way he could say it, it was pretty obvious which one the feline would choose. When he looked up and saw his partner in divinity overtake him and keep on going, when even the vast infinities they were adrift in began to feel insufficient in containing his burgeoning form, there was only one way to fully express the maelstrom of emotions raging inside of his head. Even the thought of growing bigger to compensate didn’t cross his mind; everything but those three words had been successfully excised from his consciousness. “I love it!” Seijan felt his already tented coil of cocks grow even thicker at the notion. “Y-You do?” he hiccuped dumbly. “I’ve… Never gotten feedback quite like this, I must say… But um… Maybe…” A considering thought filled his head. ‘Maybe… He’d like to be bigger?’ But no sooner did he punctuate the idea, did he realize that his ascension had brought more to him than size. It brought power.
There were no secrets between them; how could there be when they were both so above the mere concept of information that their very being distorted reality purely by force of will? Thus, when Seijan thought, so too did Mavor, and when the lynx responded with full, unconditional acceptance, then the cabbit would be hit by a wave of warmth so powerful that even their immense body could feel it. Mavor smiled and closed his eyes. He was ready. Seijan shuddered as he felt the breadth of his size rapidly expand. “Nn-Nnng…! Y-You didn’t have to-- m-make me bigger…!” he insisted as his billowing nads enveloped the infinite horizon. One of Sei’s six hands pushed into his tits, inviting more space for his liken-sized friend as they both grew. He pet the lynx idly with one of his hands, teasing his many shafts and his growing belly, loving how soft and soaked his fur was-- how the streams of his goo seemed to wash over the rabbit in gentle, warm tides. “Wait a moment…” the bunny said between panting huffs. “...If the stuff I wrote made you… Then… some of it should still apply to me…!” No sooner did the larger rabbit surmise this notion, did he take his smaller-ish friend up like a snack, and plunge his maw down upon his breasts. He took a drag from several of the lynx’s full nipples, shamelessly divulging in his lurid juices-- if only for the sake of satiating a lust that Mavor himself had invited. It had absolutely been Mavor’s intention to make the cabbit even bigger than he already was, but what he did not expect, oddly enough, was for Seijan to turn around and actually use some of that size difference to his own benefit. The moment he felt his fellow god’s intentions graze against his surface thoughts was the same one he began to panic, but without any real means to stop him (nor the willpower, really), Seijan found no resistance to his sudden desire to partake of some genuine lynx milk. The purring and moaning mixed together the instant the cabbit’s lips touched one of those over engorged teats, with the flow being accordingly mind-boggling in size as soon as the buds were allowed to loosen up a little. Within just a couple of seconds, Seijan’s mouth would fill with the same, sweet cream that had allowed Mavor to transcend the boundaries of his own reality.
Except, of course, magnified in potency and volume by about the same difference as Mavor’s body and a single one of its constituent molecules. He recoiled, of course; Seijan having been shocked by the sheer output of Mavor’s massive tits. The rush flooded his throat, a literal deluge of milky, creamy goodness that, on a normal scale, would have obliterated the universe in a single second. Seijan swallowed as much as he could, feeling his body react positively to the impending storm. His already monolithic breasts bubbled and pushed back against him; all ten seeming to puff up with even more flesh, while his multitude of knotty rods ballooned in climax as another, existence-rending eruption tore into a non-existent plain like a condom. There would be a trifecta of microverses now occupied only by Seijan’s seed, but that was a problem not meant for him. The bunny taur, unable to gulp Mavor’s magnificent milk, recoiled at once with cheeks full of the lynx’s lactic love-- but instead of swallowing the flow, the crafty cabbit took all six arms to his friend, and pulled him in for a forceful kiss. A kiss that would exchange more than just saliva-- it’d shove milk straight down his throat. Contrary to what might be expected, the effects of the milk on the creature that had produced it did not match those that it had on Seijan. Rather, they were amplified by such an immense magnitude that the kiss couldn’t even be finished before Mavor’s mouth grew to encompass nearly the entirety of the cabbit’s body! It was hard to tell just what exactly the lynx looked like at that scale; everywhere that Seijan looked turned into a murky, grey background, like Mavor’s body was being slowly devoured by the featureless background of the interstitial network of nothing between realities… that is, of course, until looking into the lynx’s mind revealed that he was becoming the very background itself! The one instant where he could still see him before finally losing him from sight had Mavor occupy every place at every time. Even Seijan’s own body was filled by his fellow god, who had outgrown everything to such an absurd degree that reality itself was subsumed by their unending desire to grow. That one, single kiss had given him everything he needed to surpass everything, even the metaphysical barriers imposed on beings like them. And when the cabbit’s mouth suddenly and inexplicably filled with milk as well, he knew exactly who was beckoning him and why…
The back and forth caused the laws of everything to warp and shift, for even the absolute-end of everything, stretched and contorted by a lynx and a rabbit’s lustful growth, could not withstand the expansive power of their own creation. The tightening sensation around them narrowed to a point where it seemed like they’d be crushed under the weight of their own bodies-- growing larger, growing still, filling with more fluid than they could ever hope to expend. The tangle of ams, of lips, breasts, cocks, and balls could only extend so far-- could only extend so far-- could only extend--
Cynthia had just finished her third jack-off session in the hour. Her bed-sized condoms lumbered in the corner of the room while her phone, lovingly nestled between her breasts, was filled end to end with text. Something about a rabbit; something about a lynx; some endless growth. How her loins yearned, and now, burned in bliss. “God…” she exhaled, finding her breath warm in the afterglow of her orgasms: her tauric cock now limp and exhausted-- the deer-taur ready to lay down for a rest. She put her phone down, and got up to switch off the lights to her bedroom, but heard a distinct rattle from her device that brought her to pause. She was not halfway across the room when she noticed that her phone was shaking: bouncing up and down on the table she’d left it on. “What the…” she began, approaching her device, when suddenly, from nowhere-- impossibly-- a geyser of hot-white something spewed from the microphone and speaker. Cynthia recoiled, taken aback by miles when she saw that her porn-device was now a porn fountain, geysering buckets of cum through vents that could, with even the most generous stretches of the imagination, have contained that much fluid. Panic swept her heels up and she stepped slowly backwards. Then, she heard a pop-- a pop as her screen bulged and distended. There was another pop as the plastic backing cracked and heaved. Swaths of grey, of beige-coloured fur, spilled between the gashes. “N-no way…!” the herm-taur gawked, watching as her phone became fully circular-- and then, in one swift explosion, burst like a bomb.
Cynthia felt hot spooge cake her face; a slathering so thick that, by the time she wiped he eyes clean, she saw that her room had shrunken. A wall of flesh had swallowed up more than half of her space, a wall of throbbing, bulky cocks; of pink, puffy nipples, and sloshing, churning gonads. Her ears fell when she realized how fast it was growing-- too fast for her to retreat. “Oh my god-- that was real?!” she yelped, feeling leagues of spooge erupt all across her bedroom. The floor sank and the ceiling groaned as the walls themselves protested such a flood of eggs, breasts, and balls. Everything around Cynthia groaning, crying out, and shattering under the weight before--
Seijan cried out as he felt the barrier to some other world shatter and explode around him. He must have been only the size of a speck of dust in this brave new existence; glimmering stars now visible overhead once more. He held Mavor’s hands; the exchange of milk relinquished for only a moment as their growths equalized. “You know, I could make you mount me…” Seijan half-laughed, his proposal punctuated by what sounded like distant car alarms and collapsing wood and brick. “I might just take you up on that offer,” Mavor giggled back, absentmindedly kicking down what had to be at least five or six housing blocks, “you know, once we have enough room, that is.” His definition of “more” might need a bit of a readjustment; even buried as they were by their own bodies, surrounded on every side by an eternally-growing wall of breast- and cock- and nutflesh that churned loudly and strongly enough to disrupt plate tectonics, it was hard to dispute that the two of them had just been gifted a significant amount of growing space. But it wasn’t enough; it’d never be enough. The two lovers could very well smash against the boundaries of this odd meta-reality for all he cared and he’d still demand ever-escalating amounts of room to fill. They had already shattered through one multiversal cluster, so what was another one to the list? “Though I have to say, I didn’t expect things to be this… repetitive,” the lynx sighed, offhandedly inserting two of his
nipples into Seijan’s topmost pair of breasts, “at the very least, we’re owed something a bit more… spectacular.” “And what do you mean by that?” the cabbit smirked, bracing and sighing as he felt his plush, pink caps invaded by another. The city-wide hills colliding caused the entire continent to fracture; sexual fluids the only glue holding much of the crust of this distant, far-away reality together. The milky tide sprayed back and forth between them, and Seijan could feel the pressure mount and swirl inside him. It made his already horizon-spanning cum-tanks rumble and churn, anticipating the lurid fasciation of a sex-hungry other. “You’re not going to ask me to give you more breasts, are you? I mean, what would you do with them?” Of course, as Seijan said this, he was writing the story in with two of his hands behind his back; the fiddling of his fingers working so fast that it’d be hard to discern. Even he could not keep up with his own fascinations; his mind distracted ground-penetrating five-set of cocks causing planet-fissuring vibrations with each squeeze of his nads. He wrote, in a frantic, lustful scribble, ‘With every squeeze of his breasts, Mavor’s lust for eggs would grow. Through tides of milk from his many breasts, an infectious gift began to spread. Simply touching his tide of creamy delight would grant his boon: a bottomless clutch of eggs.’ He was about to suggest Seijan do just that; Mavor wasn’t a picky person, really, you gave him an extra pair of tits or five and he’d be perfectly happy. The gift of eggs, however, was met by equal parts shock and elation, at least as soon as the lynx understood that what he was feeling inside of him was not the budding pressure of ever-higher milk production, but the birth and multiplication of an endless clutch, fed by the same torrents of milk that overfilled the planet’s oceans and began forming a thick ring around the both of them. With his belly as full as it was by the eggy delight bestowed on him by the cabbit, Mavor’s brain was already attuned to the kind of sensations that came along with it. Fortunately, that attunement was directed entirely to his womb, which, while not exactly “natural,” was at least the place where eggs should be… at least in furry logic. So to suddenly feel all of his tits fill up with the same kind of oval shapes, the exponential growth ensuring that they stretched out his skin and fur far more than his milk ever could, was to taste heaven. And for Seijan, this would also mean he would get to taste the exact same pleasure that Mavor did, because those two nipples were still shoved firmly inside of his own, ensuring that pressure differentials
alone would throw a few million of those eggs directly into his topmost row of breasts; the best test to whether they reacted purely to the lynx’s milk, or to any lactic ocean... Seijan winced at the exchange of fluids, feeling his top-rack of bunny-boobs bloat and swell beyond any feasible measure when compared to his body. “Nnnng… Th-that’s something else…!” the bunny sighed as the pressure in his rack gripped him whole-hog: taking from him the pressure of lactic overflow, and instead, the warmth of being loaded to the nose with eggs. His bosom, once soft and laden with cream, was now soft, creamy, and filled with eggs. He could be a one-bunny dairy farm: cows, chickens, and all at this rate, for as his already province-spanning tits swelled, his upper-row grew with even greater force. The clouds parted in their wake as the deluge of milk-- Mavor’s infectious, impregnating milk, flowed freely with Seijan’s own, pouring down on the populace below. To go bigger was the only way to lean now, for the planet they had accidentally invaded was now more flesh than stone, water, or air combined. As cum volcanos billowed out across the world, and a rising tide of milk turned hoards of sex-stricken micros into bloated, ballooning egg mountains, the inevitable growth would smother the planet in its entirety. Their false moon would be replaced with one of Mavor’s many balls, and the distant asteroid fields knocked aside by Seijan’s expanding rack. An ass to darken the sun itself would emerge, amongst it all, and as the rest of their bodies exponentially swelled, the stars themselves would be put on a growing list of places not safe from two growing boys. With more than enough cum free-floating to burst the universe; and likewise enough milk to flood it back together, nothing would be safe. And nothing was safe. Having already broken through the layers of one reality, it was child’s play for them to do it again. Exponential as their growth was, what took them minutes before accelerated until it was repeated upon itself a trillion times over before they could even blink; the solar system was the first thing to go, and right when they were getting ready to celebrate the destruction of yet another Milky Way, the Local Supercluster was already growing dimmer out in the distance. It was impossible to describe or comprehend, let alone discern the kind of maddened growth the two had imposed upon one another; finally
free of any constraints they might’ve had, they were once again rulers of this meta-reality, free to do with it as they pleased. Entire universes were wiped away with a single stroke of their heads, metaversal clusters undone based on their will alone. More than once they found a border, something more tangible trying to contain them, only to shatter through those barriers as easily as they had every other one. Nothing would ever stop them, for their very nature was to become unstoppable. They embodied growth in the most literal sense of the word, and thus, naught would stand in their way but one another. And yet, there was something. Neither of them could explain it, for it was always there somehow, poking at their subconscious without either of them realizing it. At that size, however, it was becoming ever clearer, like a blurry image being treated to remove all the grain. It was still hard to make out, but a clearer and clearer picture was rapidly forming. “Hey Seijan,” Mavor spoke up, booping the cabbit’s nose with his own, “do you feel that?” Seijan, a little dazed from his expansive, endless climaxes; from swimming in a wide, immeasurable entropy of sperm, milk, and fur, looked out and around himself to regard his surroundings. Indeed, there was something… Here. It nipped at his sixth sense and aroused a more conscious part of his brain. It was as if he were on a stage; concentrated upon by a thousand pairs of eyes. Or perhaps, only one pair of eyes. “...I do…” the cabbit noted, feeling a presence larger than him invade his space as another wall fell away, collapsing under an indomitable tide of bunny. His laden womb billowed through existences and their forefathers; time and memory filled to shattering by the girth of one of Seijan’s hydra of cocks. The laws of matter would bend and mould to the overflow of his cum, and even the rules of biology-- already molested by two furry creatures grown larger than any one mind could comprehend, were broken over the omnipresent virility of his seed alone… And yet, despite overflowing what he could imagine was everything… There was still… Something.
Someone. “Do you think… they feel us too?” Seijan asked his furry lover, inviting his touch, a wry and knowing smirk pulling itself across his muzzle. “I would hope so. It’d be a shame if we went all this way only to get ignored at the very end, wouldn’t it?” Mavor looked towards them, unable to truly grasp what it was that he was seeing. His mind was telling him that it was the final layer of reality, that there would be nothing more beyond it, but his gut instinct told him he had to be wrong, if for no other reason than the simple fact that meant they’d have to stop growing, and that was tantamount to heresy in his book. No, there was something beyond it, there had to be. And if there wasn’t… well, they’d just have to make it. “I can only hope they’ll greet us with as much gusto as they made us. A fitting end for creator gods, wouldn’t you think so~?” Seijan scoffed, feeling the walls of one more world impress on his mass. “You call this an end? I say, once we’re out there-- that’ll be our real beginning.”
...And at any rate they continued to grow, nothing in existence could escape. No speed too great; no size too large-- nothing in their way would stand until nothing stood at all. Through whatever media they were exposed, they would blow through: a wall of fur and cum. No place would be safe, no matter how isolated, abstract, or non-existent. The only way to avoid it-- a rampant, unstoppable, and unhindered invasion of fur and flesh-would be to have avoided it long beforehand. As you've read all the way here, you should know that the gate has been opened; the bridge between worlds has been connected in writing, and you are the one who has built it. It'll only be a matter of time now, in which they will come knocking at the space behind your screen. Time is counting down.
And space is running out. | STORY |
Concatenation is the process of combining or joining two or more strings, text fragments, or variables together into a single string. It is a common operation in programming and text processing, allowing the creation of longer strings by merging shorter ones.
In programming languages, concatenation is typically performed using a concatenation operator or function. The specific syntax may vary depending on the programming language, but the concept remains the same. When concatenating strings, the original strings are preserved, and a new string is created, which contains the combined contents of the original strings.
For example, in many programming languages, the “+” operator is commonly used for string concatenation. Consider the following example in Python:
first_name = “John”
last_name = “Doe”
full_name = first_name + ” “ + last_name
In this example, the variables first_name and last_name store strings. The concatenation operation combines these strings using the “+” operator and adds a space in between. The resulting string is assigned to the full_name variable, which is then printed, resulting in the output “John Doe.”
Concatenation is not limited to just two strings; it can involve multiple strings or a combination of strings and other data types. It is a flexible and essential operation when working with text manipulation, building dynamic messages, constructing file paths, or generating output.
It’s important to note that concatenation is different from addition when it comes to numerical data types. In the context of strings, concatenation merges the content, while addition performs arithmetic operations. The concatenation operator may be overloaded to handle different data types, allowing for concatenation of strings with other data types, such as numbers. | EDUCATION |
It was an unorthodox contract, but then again, she was an unorthodox choice, so it made sense in the sort of deranged way that only nobles with more money than brain cells would think about.
At least the pay was phenomenal; Ven wouldn’t have expected a relatively simple bounty like that one to be so lucrative, but, then again, when one held the local duke ransom at fork-point, one could only assume that the vassals would get antsy about it. Not that they wouldn’t love to be the one holding their lord under their thumb, but that was just the thing: it wasn’t them, it wasn’t one of their own vying for a power grab, it was some random sorcerer who decided to come waste their time and barge into their political theatre for the sake of their own amusement. It was a frankly offensive level of disregard for proper murderous etiquette, hence why the same people who had, mere weeks prior, been planning on dumping one another into an oubliette once they were in charge, gathered to pool their funds and ask for the one fighter in the realm known to accept contracts with that level of danger to them.
Granted, none of them were expecting a five-foot-five paladin that looked more like a pudgy powerlifter than an actual combatant, nor their absolutely gargantuan nine-foot “squire”, who seemed more intent on flexing to show off to the courtiers than they were in doing any actual work; the wolfess, meanwhile, assured everyone that the two of them had faced much greater threats than a mere rogue wizard, and provided half the pay was given upfront, they’d be more than happy to rid their lands of the pesky interloper.
It wasn’t the easiest of decisions, but seeing as no one else had answered the call in the two or so weeks they managed to stall the paladin for, the duchy’s nobles had no other option but to accept. Practically crying as their coffers took a hit, the best they could do was wait, hoping beyond hope that the brainless himbo of a squire that spent a fortnight hitting on people (with varying degrees of success) could at least put their extensive musculature to good use during actual combat.
Ven herself, meanwhile, couldn’t be happier with how things turned out. She knew that herself and her trusty companion didn’t exactly inspire the most confidence when compared to most other “conventional” bounty hunters or adventuring groups, but there was a good reason why they were alive and well while plenty others had seen an early grave or forced retirement. They might look positively out of place, but they got the job done and that was all that mattered. Yes, the wolfess did have to occasionally remind Abel of what the job even was, or to stop trying to get people to touch his biceps to prove that they were, indeed, real, but her squire was ultimately dependable whenever she actually needed him to be. And for that assignment, she was going to need all the help she could get.
On the surface, it already looked to be more dangerous than their usual fare. Rather than a bandit lord or the court jester going crazy (again), what they had was a renegade, uncontrollable wizard threatening a rather prestigious lord… via the applied use of delicious and irresistible cooking. Ven herself could scarcely believe it when she first heard about it, especially given how generous the bounty was, but apparently the local duke had been kept in their home for quite a while by the time she and her squire arrived, unable to leave thanks to the wizard’s baking being that delicious.
Now, the wolfess liked to eat. She even liked to eat things that others normally wouldn’t, which was a boon and a half to her bounty hunting ventures at times. Despite this, and the fact that her body was a testament to her gluttony, even she couldn’t imagine anything being so unimaginably delectable that she’d literally be unable to get up and leave the room; on the other hand, assuming this much was true, it only went to show just how dangerous the wizard truly was, if he could hold an entire court hostage just with a handful of roasts.
Thankfully, neither herself nor Abel were in any danger of falling under the influence; not only were they (presumably) naturally resilient to magically-enhanced gluttony thanks to their own habit of scarfing down half their body weight whenever they had the chance, but they had enough protective charms on their person that any offensive or afflictive magic was sure to bounce right off. Plus, Abel could be counted on to always do the right thing when push came to shove: nothing, absolutely nothing beat that wolf’s desire to flex and show off his pristine musculature, so surely they were immunised to anything that could potentially endanger it.
Nevertheless, the approach to the duke’s castle was eerily silent, as the closer Ven and her squire came to it, the more it became clear that it hadn’t just been the lord’s family that was taken in and kept from leaving. Farms had been abandoned, tools and assorted implements still lying where they had been dropped, animals were left to graze, doors were wide open, revealing interiors which looked as if their inhabitants had left mid-meal; even the local smithy had run cold and lifeless, a wonder given the fact that there was literally a war on not a hundred miles off east, albeit a small-scale one.
The castle town had been taken, its population somehow either forced to leave their homes and livelihoods or otherwise compelled to do so; even the two adventurers, who had literally gone up against entire crypts full of the risen dead before, found the whole place to be so eerie that their fur stood on end, with Abel going so far as to hide behind Ven, as if that would do anything… or hiding even worked at all, given he was a good four feet taller than she was. The wolfess still found it endearing; it was always chuckle-worthy how that big lug acted like he was a pup half his size whenever his strength wasn’t needed for a battle.
The duke’s residence itself stood at the centre of a large lake, built on an island that was only the slightest bit larger than the castle taking up most of its surface area; Ven could only imagine how difficult it would be to assault it, given the only way in was via a drawbridge that ran for about a hundred or so yards… a drawbridge that was drawn, making it impossible to actually get in without swimming over.
Both lupines stood at the edge of the water, staring at their destination as if they could force it to open a way forward, with Ven in particular keeping both hands on her hips, daring the wizard to come let her through. It didn’t do much; all it accomplished was getting Abel to start shaking as he loudly wondered whether the “magic man” could see them, something the wolfess couldn’t be quite sure of herself.
“He has to know we’re here,” she mused aloud, more to convince herself than anything else, “so you know what?”
She breathed in, inhaling as much air as she could fit in her lungs. What she was about to do was rude, crass, and positively ridiculous, but it had worked in the past several times before; if nothing else, it would certainly serve to draw the wizard’s attention, even from all the way over where they were hiding. With all of her might, employing so much of her breathing power that she felt her lungs burn after she was done, Ven opened her mouth and let loose a single word.
It was a very rude word, one that was best not transcribed for posterity. Suffice it to say, Abel flinched and nearly tripped sideways on hearing it, his cheeks lighting up in about equal measure to Ven’s, though for an entirely different reason. The four letters, strung together to form one of the greatest insults that side of the steppes, seemed to hang in the air for long enough to congeal into an echo, one that ran through them far too many times, a much-too-long reminder of the lengths Ven went to in order to accomplish their tasks.
Still, it worked. Just as the wolfess placed her hands back on her wide hips, a single portcullis opened on the castle’s front wall, revealing a figure that, thanks to the distances involved, couldn’t really be identified. Given that they immediately fired a lightning bolt towards the two bounty hunters, however, one could be safe in the assumption that it was, indeed, the wizard. Further confirmation came when the drawbridge wasn’t so much lowered as it was dropped, cracking it in several places while leaving a few good chunks as nothing more than planks floating in the water, a colossal crash following its calamitous descent.
But hey, it worked.
“Sword at the ready,” the wolfess instructed her squire, “and get the magic shield out, don’t know if we’re gonna need it or not. Oh, and keep the amulets in the correct order this time around.”
Abel could only let out a short whimper before following the instructions provided, his whole body trembling in a way entirely unbefitting someone who was as absurdly massive as he was. Nevertheless, just as always, he was one step behind her, even if he was shaking so much that the wolfess could practically feel it from a few feet away.
Getting across to the island was surprisingly easy though, given the lack of any magical attacks on the part of the wizard. The duo expected him to reply to such an insult as the one Ven offered by slinging fireballs or throwing huge chunks of the fortifications at them, but it seemed like they had blown their load with the whole bridge thing, leaving the wolves to traverse the path with no resistance whatsoever.
The closer they came to the castle, however, the more something else became obvious: there was far more activity there than one would expect. With all the lands immediately around it being as deserted as they were, Ven assumed that most of the populace had merely been taken hostage; yet, when her and Abel came close enough to the edge of the island that they didn’t have to worry about accidentally dunking themselves in the lake, the sounds of revelry filled the air, enough so that the wolfess had to stop and wonder if it was some sort of magical enchantment, a trap perhaps… but for what?
The wizard had already made it clear that they weren’t interested in negotiating, and after crashing the bridge onto the water, it was obvious the old coot wasn’t going to be apprehended without a fight. Surely, they couldn’t be so idiotic as to think that all it took for the bounty hunters to be fooled was the sound of a party behind castle walls, which raised the question of why the noises were there to begin with. Was it a double bluff of sorts, where the wizard knew that Ven and her squire would think that it would be too obvious, thus act as if that wasn’t the case in some convoluted double-blind scheme that was sure to backfire on both parties? Or, as the wolfess began to think, was it a case of there not being any hostages in there as much as there were party-goers?
The wizard was supposedly a master chef, having stolen away the duke by way of magically enchanted cooking, so what was stopping him from inviting everyone else in order to expand their power base? Hells below, what if no one had been forced at all, and the two of them were about to walk into a debauched, debased feast where its participants were more interested in satisfying their animalistic desires than they were in maintaining even the most cursory level of decency?
Only one way to find out. Drawing her sword, the paladin wolfess walked up to the front door, a massive wooden thing that looked to be about as heavy as an entire house, and probably blocked on the other side with enough of a barricade that it would be impossible to make it budge even an inch. Still, she had to try it… and then immediately trip forward, because the door wasn’t actually there.
Ven had thrown her entire weight behind that shove, thinking she was about to slam into a solid object. Instead, her weight and momentum carried her forward through what appeared to be an illusion, causing her to collapse on the floor inside the castle itself, quickly followed by Abel, who, rather that committing the same mistake, burst through the fake door wielding a zweihander that was about as long as he was tall, snarling at whatever enemy he believed was waiting for him on the other side… only to end up staring at an empty foyer.
The whole place was deserted, though still clearly well-kept. There was no dust anywhere, with the few banners draped over the walls looking as if they’d just been put through the wash; the lanterns hanging from their hooks were fitted with brand new candles and even the very ground looked to have been given a good rinse with rose water, given its oddly floral aroma. Were circumstances any different, Ven might’ve actually felt welcome in that castle; the fact that there was a clearly dangerous wizard somewhere inside, however, left her feeling even more on edge than before.
Even worse was how the silence had vanished, replaced with the distant hubbub of a large crowd, muffled through what had to be several layers of stone. Ven and Abel exchanged a glance before the latter helped the former back onto her feet, the wolfess picking her sword up and handing it to her squire before asking for a larger blade; she had a feeling she wouldn’t be needing a shield that time around, even if they were about to plunge into some tight corridors.
It was easy enough to find the source of the commotion, however; all it took was using her sense of hearing to navigate closer to the centre of the castle, doing her best to ignore the lavish decorations that certainly no one would really mind if they went missing, focusing instead on guiding the two of them straight towards the source of all the noise, where all the populace had likely gone to. The sounds grew louder still the more the two bounty hunters walked, with it becoming clear that they were headed down to either the cellars or some underground meeting hall; an odd choice for a banquet table to be set, but perhaps the upper levels of the castle were reserved for more practical matters.
Still, the oddest thing about it was that the sounds of merriment were just that: merry. There was no screaming, no begging for mercy, certainly no shouting at a wizard to let them go; instead, if the paladin didn’t know better, she’d swear she was just hearing a regular festivity, a feast prepared by the duke for all of his subjects. Of course, none of that kingdom’s nobility would be so noble, but from what her ears could pick up, Ven had no choice but to accept that, willingly or not, the surrounding populace most likely didn’t think themselves abducted. It reached a head when the two wolves came up to yet another closed door, this one very much real as confirmed by Ven gently pushing her free hand against it. On the other side, the clanging of cutlery, the playing of instruments, the uncivilised consumption of food on such scales that it was audible to begin with.
For once in her life, Ven felt fear. Not fear for her life, but rather for whatever the hell it was that happened to be waiting for her on the other side of that door. One could never be too certain with a wizard, especially one capable of wielding powers as strange as those ones; perhaps the whole thing was an illusion in and of itself, with the wolves about to enter a macabre scene of gore that would leave them scarred for life…
… or, instead, they would emerge into a grandiose feasting hall, and find everyone who had gone missing.
The sheer shock of it was enough to nearly cause Abel to drop his sword, and to definitely have him lose grip on the bag of adventuring equipment he had slung over his shoulder. After everything they had gone through, opening a door to find hundreds, maybe even thousands of people all crammed into that one room was… something else. Especially considering how huge they all were.
There had to be some spatial fuckery going on, because there was simply no manner in which folks of that size were capable of coexisting within a banquet hall in such large numbers. The room itself must have been magically altered to be bigger on the inside, there was no other explanation; either that, or the way the castle was constructed had left Ven seriously disorientated, if what she was seeing were indeed the true dimensions of that place.
It was hard to even get a bead on where the food was, given that the moment it materialised on the immense feasting table, seemingly from thin air, it vanished almost instantly; that time around, down the gullet of one of the many, many people sitting down with their fat asses spilling off the sides of their chairs, gorging themselves on the endless food supply like they were about to die of malnutrition unless they spent every last ounce of energy stuffing their faces. All while maintaining the widest of smiles, of course; nevermind the fact that they were covered in sauces from head to toe.
To say that this was difficult to process would be an understatement; Ven could only stare ahead in utter disbelief, wondering to herself if the two of them hadn’t just stepped through an illusory veil and were being afflicted by some kind of spell, because clearly what she was seeing couldn’t be happening. Abel, being Abel, was split between being so wary of what he saw that his fur was practically standing on end, and wanting to throw himself at the feast so quickly that he’d break several tables in half. Ultimately, and with a good staredown from Ven, the larger wolf stayed put, though their tongue lolling out of their mouth made it clear what was on their mind.
The wolfess herself couldn’t deny it either. Though her self-control was remarkably better than that of her squire’s, the hunger was still there; she hadn’t always been as large as she was then, and it certainly wasn’t because of her workout regimen that her body had become so rounded around the edges. So when the aromas wafted through the air and straight into her nose, when she felt her muzzle drip with saliva out of sheer reflex, Ven had to exercise a ludicrous amount of willpower just to keep herself from moving closer to the feasting tables.
At the very least, it was proof positive that everything she was informed about the wizard was entirely true. The amulets both wolves wore were still active, protecting them from any malicious incantation, which could only mean that the food really was that delicious that it caused them to react so viscerally; alternatively, the feast was magical in nature, but rather than it being a curse of any sorts, the wizard had simply chosen to wield their power in such a way as to produce some irresistible cooking… which only made their job all that much harder.
“Keep your charms close,” Ven whispered to her squire, just loudly enough to be heard over the din of cutlery and bestial gorging, “I don’t know what’s gonna happen.”
“I can answer that, my good friend!”
The wolfess, on hearing that voice coming from all around her, instinctively dove in front of Abel and raised her sword, nevermind how the wolf was several feet taller than her and still a massive target; it was force of habit, especially whenever magic was involved. Thankfully, there was no arcane assault, no rain of fire descending upon them, and certainly nothing more threatening than a shower of sparks that more resembled fireworks, in the middle of which an old, surprisingly fat man descended slowly in midair. They were surrounded by sparkling lights and the occasional gout of flame firing in random directions, along with some colourful lettering written in green fire that announced their name in a language Ven couldn’t read.
Was this supposed to be a theatrical entrance?
“Behold, for it is I!” the man declared at the top of his voice, waving his hands around far too much for someone surrounded by magical explosions, even if tiny ones, “The grand wizard Dardenius, Scourge of the Golden Fields, Conqueror of Confectionery, and Supreme Grandmaster of the Order of Pas-”
The speech was interrupted by way of a sharp rock thrown by Ven at the man’s head, which unfortunately bounced off before it could hit; despite appearances, the wizard wasn’t so far gone that they forgot about covering their own ass before worrying about anything else.
“I was speaking, young lady,” the old coot angrily snapped back, dusting off his long, dull-blue coat and then clearing his throat for good measure, “honestly, do they not teach you manners these days? It was bad enough you had to utter that execrable expletive outside, and now that I’ve invited you over as a guest, you have the audacity to assault me?!”
“We’re not here as your guests!” Ven shouted, happy that she had something to focus herself away from the everpresent, and oddly more powerful smell of delicious food entering her nostrils, “We’re here for the duke!”
“Oh, the fat bloke in the study? You can take him,” the wizard retorted matter-of-factly, “I only ever kept him in there to draw attention, he’s frankly more trouble than he’s worth. Greedy bugger kept asking for more even when his gut went over his shoes, and let me tell you young miss, magic like this doesn’t come cheap! The catalysts alone cost me so much I had to who-”
“Don’t care!” the wolfess interjected, absolutely not in the mood to hear anything else her target might say, “We’re here for the duke and we’re here for you, so either come gently or face our swords!”
In a single moment, the jovial, almost friendly atmosphere surrounding the wizard vanished. Though indignant, the man managed to maintain the air of someone who merely wanted to have fun… that is, until his face dropped at Ven’s threat, his eyes narrowing as if to pierce through her with his gaze alone. Even the lights seemed to dim; all the guests certainly stopped eating to look back and see what was happening, leaving the banquet hall in complete silence apart from the odd piece of falling cutlery.
“I will give you one chance to retract that statement” - the wizard’s words came slowly, deliberately, chosen very carefully to avoid the nonetheless murderous streak present in them - “And then turn around, leave this place, and never come back. Or I will be forced to escort you out.”
“You’re welcome to try… but…”
Ven had an idea. It was a stupid idea, it was likely to backfire, but it could help her avoid any direct confrontation; it certainly worked towards her rather unique skillset, and it would let her get a piece of the proverbial pie when it came to that delicious cooking she was trying oh-so hard to ignore. She was licking her lips already; it was now or never.
“I challenge you, vile wizard!” the wolfess declared, in perhaps far too ostentatious a tone, “to a test of skill! If you proclaim yourself such a skilled cook-”
“I have literally never once made that claim.”
“-then you shall surely know when a challenge is upon thee!” Ven finished, theatrically sweeping her off-hand from one side to another in a wide motion, “If you will not fall to our swords, then you shall fall to our guts; I challenge you to a contest of gastronomy, wizard, and if I can out-eat what you cook for me, then you shall henceforth be made to leave this land and its people alone!”
“I have no real reason to accept this at all, why?”
“Magic amulets,” Abel interrupted, raising a handful of them to eye-level. Almost immediately, a few were automatically turned on, projecting an anti-magic field that the wizard very clearly felt, sapping him of his power.
“... so, magic contest it is!” the wizened old geezer declared, clearly equal parts angered and terrified, before pointing his index at Ven and putting on his most threatening tone possible, “But be warned! I shall prepare the most delicious and filling meals this side of the Skylarks! You shall see culinary delights unlike any you hath lain eyes upon so far! A feast of such grandiose proportions that to merely see it will be to succumb to it! You think these slobs are fat?! You hath seen nothing yet, you vile intrude-”
The man was halfway through his last word when Ven decided to cut it short by walking down the stairs to the nearest section of the table. With a single fingersnap, she summoned Abel to her side, and with her squire’s help, cleared out enough space for the two of them and several dozen others. The diners weren’t too happy with it at first, but as soon as they found the nearest plate, they got back to gorging themselves and forgot all about the transgression; Ven, meanwhile, had sat down and was already looking back at the wizard.
“Well?” she mused, chuckling heartily in a very deliberate fashion, “Aren’t you supposed to be the Confectionery Conjurer or whatever it was you called yourself?”
“The Conqueror of Confectionery, yes, thank you,” the old man scowled, “and you expect me to snap my fingers and just make up food for you, do you fatass? No, the great wizard Dardenius will use his tools of the trade, and you, young lady, will wait for him to arrange for a proper feast! Unless you want to send that hunk of beef with me to help, if you don’t trust me.”
“I don’t cook,” Abel instantly replied.
“It’s true, he doesn’t,” Ven agreed, stifling a giggle, “last time he tried, he burned a pot of water.”
“How do you burn a pot of w-gah, never you mind!” the wizard shouted back, before rising back in the air and flying towards the other end of the table, “The great wizard Dardenius will see to you soon!”
And with the, the old man was off, cackling like a lunatic all the while, leaving behind a very confused-looking Ven and Abel, the latter of whom did his best to sit down somewhere where he wouldn’t have a ridiculous amount of food drop off the table and onto his meticulously-kept fur. He looked distressed, even more so than one should be given the circumstances, but the wolfess beside him knew better than to press the issue; whenever her squire got something into his head, he needed time to process it on his own rather than have her try to speed through it.
This did give her some time to observe the rest of the dining hall though. It was clearly beset by some kind of spatial alteration magic, given how immense it was compared to the size of the castle as seen from the outside; judging by the sheer length of it, as well as the amount of people happily gorging themselves on a meal that seemed to never end, it would have to occupy an entire wall, if not even more, which was naturally impossible given there were multiple access hallways that shouldn’t exist were that room to be as big as it looked to be.
Plus, there was the matter of the food. No matter how much the “imprisoned” folk ate, it never seemed to run out, and indeed the table only looked to be more laden the quicker someone took food from it; closer examine revealed that there was a certain flexibility to it, where one of the (un)fortunate ones would lean over to grab a bite, only to find another one waiting for them right next to whatever item they plucked, leading them into an escalating gorging spiral that only ended when they were too stuffed to continue, at which point the pile of delicious-looking meals in front of them slowly vanished from sight as if magicked away… at least, until the hunger pangs came back and the process began all over again.
Judging by the number of people in there, most of the duke’s servants must’ve indeed fallen prey to the wiles of this “Dardenius” fellow, though they most likely wouldn’t see themselves as prisoners, willing or otherwise; indeed, the sheer degree of enthusiasm on display was such that Ven had to remind herself that she was there to detain the wizard and save the duke and his people, not sit down and eat a few snacks. She had to remind herself that she was only doing the latter as part of her plan to get everyone out of there, and definitely not because she was hungry and wanted to eat some magical cooking, absolutely not.
“Are you sure about this?” Abel finally spoke up, his voice carrying enough notes of concern to write an orchestral piece with, “You know how you get when you start eating, if you lose yourself like last ti-”
“It won’t be like last time, Abel, trust me,” Ven replied, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible, “we have enough charms to keep the wizard from dominating me and I think I learned a lesson or two about moderation.”
The look the wolf gave her was unmistakable, and for a moment, Ven legitimately wanted to fall apart in a fit of laughter. If ever the words “Have you?!” could be distilled into an expression, that was it, delivered with the most amount of concern that could ever be wielded by someone other than a doting mother. Alas, it was Abel, and it was entirely out of concern that he glared down at her; the last time that Ven tried something of that kind had ended in near-disaster, and if not for Abel being there to save her, the wolfess would’ve certainly perished at her own hand.
Not that time though. She was prepared, both mentally and physically, for anything the wizard could throw at her, no matter how delicious or supposedly irresistible! Why, she was barely salivating when she looked at the rest of the table anymore, and whenever more intrusive thoughts dared to poke at the edge of her consciousness, she could almost always push them back! It was certainly enough to leave her confident in her abilities, even if Abel sat far closer to her than he usually did, presumably an attempt at keeping her safe from something he had no means of defending the wolfess against.
Still the show was just about to begin. The great cooking sorcerer took his sweet time getting the meal prepared, on multiple occasions popping by to let their “guests” now that he hadn’t forgotten about them, and was merely making sure that the food was prepared to utmost perfection, for nothing less would be acceptable for a consummate professional such as himself. Ven mostly dismissed this as the rambles of an old fart, but from the way Dardenius spoke, he seemed to be absolutely serious about everything he was saying, so much so that he was legitimately offended whenever the wolfess didn’t pay what the man assumed was the “correct” amount of attention.
This came to a head about an hour after Ven and Abel broke into the feasting room, upon which the wizard appeared from thin air (again) in a shower of sparks (non-combustible that time around, somehow), waving his hands around in an wildly exaggerated manner as he proclaimed all manner of things that neither of the two lupine warriors particularly cared about. They nodded along and smiled, giving the old cooking mage what he wanted, as well as a convenient excuse for them to hurry up. Then, and only then, did the man snap his fingers and present his ultimate weapon: Ven’s meal.
To describe it would be to not do it justice. It was not spoken of, but experienced, as evidenced by how it seemed to push the nearest revellers further away just by its sheer presence, as if wanting to have Ven all for itself rather than the other way around. It was mutable as well; whenever the wolfess thought of something, all she had to do was blink and it was right there in front of her, ready to be devoured, just at the exact right point in temperature and cooking time to maximise flavour. It was endless as well; the moment she grabbed anything, be it a chip or a piece of meat, it magically reappeared in its spot, just as ready to be taken again as it was before.
Abel, for his part, was immediately suspicious of it all, his reaction being to lean back and refuse to even entertain the notion of so much as sniffing the repast. Ven, in sharp contrast, dug in with as much gusto as she could possibly muster, not even bothering to grab the napkins mysteriously set aside for her and simply throwing herself into the feasting with nary a care for anything in the world.
It was, after all, the plan, or at least part of it. The wolfess knew what sort of person the wizard was, or at the very least had a decent idea of how they operated. She knew the man was thoroughly convinced of his own superiority, that his cookery was so powerful that it would immediately subvert her mind and cause her to bend to his will. And, perhaps in everyone else’s case, he was absolutely right, but she was not most people, and it wasn’t just because of her paladin powers.
The sort of magics involved in cooking that food were child’s play to block out, so much so that Ven didn’t even need to ask for any of Abel’s spare charms, her own being more than enough to prevent any undue possession or mental manipulation. Even were that not the case, her status as a paladin ensured that she had ample protection from evil forces, and if what that wizard was doing wasn’t evil, she didn’t know what was. Ultimately though, the point wasn’t just for her to prove that she could eat that food, but rather to lull her target into a false sense of security to deliver her true final blow.
Ven was, ultimately, hungry. She was hungry enough that she would consider doing what she’d considered doing, hungry enough that she took up the wizard on his offer; under most circumstances, even knowing that there was no danger to herself, the wolfess wouldn’t have gone to such roundabout methods when she could’ve just as easily just slapped the man on the face and promptly broken several points along his spine with about as much effort as she would’ve swatted a fly. No, she had a long day marching, and she wanted to eat… just not the most conventional type of food.
One wondered, perhaps, what sort of person would go down the route that Dardenius had. Most wizards specialised in fields that made some amount of sense for someone wielding the powers of the universe, like destruction magic or the ability to traverse great distances, some even going so far as to rip open the boundaries of space and time to summon great and eldritch creatures from beyond the veil. Sometimes, however, a man like Dardenius came along, someone who, for whatever reason, decided their skills would be best put to use in some unorthodox, some might say ridiculous manner. And to Ven, this was fascinating.
Mostly because the wizard looked very tasty.
She couldn’t avoid it, it was stronger than her. Every once in a while, her predatory instincts took over and the wolfess just had to chow down on someone; it was excusable as a paladin so long as she made sure her unfortunate victim was aligned on the other end of the chart, or was otherwise a threat to society that refused to redeem themselves, giving her plenty of opportunities to stuff herself if she so desired. Really, it was mostly just Abel keeping her from wrapping up all their missions by opening her mouth and swallowing whoever happened to be giving people trouble, as despite everything, that dumb hunk knew exactly how to remind her not to ruin their chance at collecting a bounty.
But for Dardenius, there was no real stipulation for live recovery. If anything, getting rid of the man would make getting paid a hell of a lot easier, provided the two of them could present evidence (itself child’s play, to be perfectly honest). So as Ven devoured plate after plate of magically-tampered food, going through a pile that refused to shrink in proportion to how much her belly was bloating, she did so staring right into the wizard’s eyes, unnerving the man to such a degree that they actually looked away, the first victory of the night as far as the wolfess was concerned.
She had him intimidated; now, it was a matter of throwing him onto the corner and keeping him there, until he could do nothing but whimper and beg for mercy while Ven completely ignored them. But first, the food; she wasn’t bewitched, but she had to admit, Dardenius did know how to cook! It made some sense, since magic could only go so far without something to anchor it in reality, and it stood to reason that a wizard specialised in that… well, field, for lack of a better word, would have ample experience in the kitchen. Still, she didn’t expect it to be so good when deprived of its enchanted properties, so much so that she had to stop and occasionally reassure Abel that no, she wasn’t taken, and yes, she was just hungry and eating because she wanted to.
At the very least, it made Dardenius shake in his… whatever he was wearing underneath the robe. It was clear the man was not expecting the wolfess to be able to chow down so much food at once, let alone without falling prey to his magic, so for Ven to go through what looked to be half of her body weight in meat and potatoes, along with plenty of sauce on the side, wasn’t so much a thorn in his side and a wrench in his plans as it was a complete and total catastrophic failure. He couldn’t even adapt anymore, not without admitting that he was forfeiting the terms set between the two of them; while he had been certain of his superiority before, he absolutely was not anymore, driving the man to start thinking up wild strategies for how to get out of there unscathed.
None would work, obviously; Ven was far too good at what she did to let something as silly as self-replenishing food get in the way of her. Indeed, all she could think to do at that point was keep on devouring as much as she was given, purely to watch as the wizard lost his grip on himself and was slowly reduced to quivering in his (presumed) pantaloons at the sight of a wolfess who seemed possessed of a bottomless stomach. Abel, meanwhile, had finally gotten the right idea, realised his partner was in no danger, and thus proceeded to spend his mental processing power in terrifying the wizard further by simply staring at them without blinking, one of the small giant’s many, many impressive talents.
Really, it was just a case of seeing how far any of them could go before someone broke, and it wasn’t going to be Ven who did so. She was just eating; frankly, she’d be happy if the wizard got so scared that he just left, because by that point, her belly had already bloated to a good twice its already-prodigious former size, and she was having some trouble imagining how she’d fit Dardenius in there. She would, but it would just be slightly harder than it would normally have been.
So the three remained, with Abel staring the floating wizard down, the floating wizard barely able to breathe, and Ven gorging herself on the neverending supply until she was pushed back by her expanding gut; it only truly stopped when she heard the chair underneath her groan, and not from the weight either: every mouthful she forced into herself caused her seat to scrape the floor as it was pushed back, the table winning out in the end when Ven’s belly became far too much for the small amount of space that it had in front of it. It was as if she had reached a limit: the wolfess literally had no more room, so every time she ate something, it just made her visibly swell by the amount eaten.
It couldn’t last. Eventually, her belly became too big for her to even reach the table anymore, and seeing as she’d taken to dragging whole plates with her just to avoid losing out, by the time she was actually finished cleaning them up, there were a good four feet of wolf gut in between herself and the closest dish. She was practically buried by her own full stomach, grumbling and growling, feeling like her insides had been filled with warm, slorshing concrete from how dense and heavy they felt. Really, she couldn’t have another bite, especially with how much she was bloating already.
But she wasn’t done.
“You!” she bellowed, turning to face the wizard floating above her head, “Make yourself useful and come feed me~!”
“I’ve already been feeding you, fatass!” Dardenius dared to reply, wincing almost immediately at the glare Abel shot at him, “What, do you want me to-oh my heavens above, you do, don’t you?”
Ven said nothing. She knew that he knew, and he knew that she knew that he knew. It was one of those rare moments of clarity between two people where no words needed be exchanged, because they’d only ruin the whole thing with either sentimentality or undue amounts of trepidation and terror. There was only one thing the wolfess could possibly mean when she commanded Dardenius to feed her, and the poor man knew exactly what it was; thus, his only recourse, at least if he wanted to avoid being skewered by Abel in multiple spots of his abdomen and head, was to come down and start shoving food down Ven’s throat.
But it was at that moment that the wizard came to a wonderful realisation: for the first time since the feasting started, he had the paladin at his mercy. He couldn’t bend her mind to his whims, sure, and there was still that big lug of a wolf to worry about next to her, but now that the intruder wolfess was telling him to give her food, he could finally turn the tables on her… and quite literally so, at that.
There was a whole banquet still going on mere feet away, uninterrupted despite its originator very clearly being in hot water. And, much like the smaller feast prepared for Ven, this larger one was also unending, courtesy of Dardenius’ expert control of food magic. For the wizard, it was child’s play to physically tilt the table towards the end that the wolfess was sitting at, then weave his powers around the sliding food and have it fly directly into the paladin’s open mouth, not so much feeding her as he did stuff her like a turkey for the roast! Yes, it was perfect: she would finally be on the receiving end of his power, and would be left far too fat to ever move again! Sure, the other wolf was still there and would need to be taken care of, but that hardly mattered next to getting rid of the biggest threat!
It was, thus, with a smile that Dardenius snapped his fingers, and though Ven raised her eyebrows at the sight of the dinner table rising up from the floor, she did nothing to stop it; indeed, she opened her mouth wider, having perfectly deduced what was going to happen, and in that final moment before the last gorging began, she looked at Dardenius, staring through into his eyes, letting him know in no uncertain terms that, in the end, she was still in charge, not him. He could bloat her until she was immobile, and he still would’ve lost anyway.
And that terrified the man.
He couldn’t help it anymore. Much as he wanted to force more food into the wolfess than she could take, the wizard was no longer sure that such a state was even achievable; it could be that Ven would just keep devouring whatever he threw at her, and only grow stronger as a result for all that he knew! It could be that no matter how much food he dumped down her gullet, the paladin would demand more, draining his power further and further until he was left a withered husk of his former self.
But he couldn’t just do nothing… so he fed her. He snapped his fingers, he waved his hands, and led the feast down towards that bottomless pit the wolfess called a stomach. He stuffed her, fuller and fuller, watching as her belly bloated with each ounce of meat and pint of sauce that was pushed and poured into her. Were it not for the circumstances surrounding it all, it almost would’ve been magical, the absolute utmost pinnacle of Dardenius’ achievements: someone who ate so much of his food that they’d run out of space, someone whose body was so unbelievably full that anything more caused it to visibly stretch out to accommodate. Really, were it not for who Ven was, the wizard would’ve been downright proud of what he’d accomplished.
Instead, he remained there, locked in midair and unable, nay, unwilling to move, knowing as he did that he was a single bad moment away from being devoured. Meanwhile, the wolfess continued to pack on whatever he threw at her, to the point where Dardenius outright resorted to physically plugging the paladin’s mouth with so much food that none fit… and yet she still managed to eat it regardless. Onwards and out, her belly groaning, sloshing, creaking as it billowed out, filling more and more space in front of her. Five feet of width were easily cleared, reaching six with little difficulty. Ven herself could easily fit inside of her own gut even if she were to stand up, and yet this still wasn’t enough; she shouted at Dardenius for more, demanded that he keep giving her more food, and when he showed the slightest amount of hesitation…
It took a bit, but it happened. Her belly bloated up to almost ten feet across, so massive that even Abel looked tiny next to it, rendering her completely immobile and, some might say, helpless. Some, of course, would be wrong, and it was just the case that Dardenius counted himself among those unlucky few; he figured that, perhaps, he could strike, that he could use the wolfess’ state to attack her and flee.
He was wrong.
The moment he got close enough to her head to touch it, believing himself in the green to cast a paralysing spell, he felt his hand be immobilised. He had a second to look to his side and notice that Abel had managed to get up and grab him before he felt the rest of him being manhandled by two hands that were very much not the immense wolf’s who had intercepted his dive. He knew what was going to happen, and, to some extent, had made peace with it; but when he opened his eyes again and saw the paladin’s hungry maw inviting him further into it, the last thing out of him was a long, muffled, ultimately gurgling scream, and then finally, silence all around.
***
With the threat of Dardenius handled, it was time to move on. Those captive at the castle were going to have to work through their fattened selves, and it’d take a significant amount of effort before things were put back where they belonged, but with the wizard gone, the duchy could finally begin to heal. Granted, a great many of those in the feasting hall didn’t want it to be over, the duke included, but after plenty of grumbling (and all the food finally running out), the process of reconstruction could begin.
Ven, meanwhile, had to be carted out of the castle, having grown far too large to move on her own. Dardenius had pushed her over the edge: nearly twelve feet of gut in every direction, a colossal sphere over twice as wide as she was tall, slung out in front and to her sides, keeping her well and truly pinned in place. The poor wolfess was so out of it that it took Abel moving her onto a cart and then pushing her out to get her outside; the less said about the trip over the broken bridge, the better.
Still, once they were back on the road, things fell down into the same-old rhythm of walking forward and just letting time fly. Wasn’t the first time Ven had splurged out either, so Abel wasn’t exactly working without a framework… though not one that large before. It also didn’t help that Dardenius’ magic, though separated from its wielder, was still swirling around inside of the wolfess; every once in a while, her gargantuan gut would rumble like an angry ogre, Ven would give it a slap, and so much food would be summoned inside of her that her belly visibly bloated by another good foot or so, leaving the paladin to go limp as her tongue lolled out her month and she overloaded on the pleasure.
Worse yet, it was starting to rub off on Abel as well! He was beginning to suspect it was deliberate too; by the time that enormous stomach of Ven’s encroached on the big fifteen, his own belly had grown pudgier as well, likely as a result of the wolfess losing control of herself. Again.
The cart was groaning heavily after a while. Ven seemed unwilling to contain her hunger; the next spurt added more than just one foot, and indeed, didn’t seem to stop until her belly reached twenty feet in width… right before another rumble, another slap, and another growth spurt. And to her side, Abel felt increasingly heavier, increasingly denser.
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"It's the skull throne," the monster hunter replied in a deadpan tone. "That gives the impression yer a mass murderer who collects skulls to decorate yer abode."
"But they're goat skulls?" I asked, still puzzled by the hunter's affirmation that I was evil. "I didn't kill any humans for my decor!"
"Do you want to explain the warm skin carpet of yers that I'm stepping on right now?" he inquired, blade still firmly held in his hand and pointed in my direction. "It just oozes evil."
"The materials have been acquired from my personal domain," I countered. "No living beings have been skinned alive for my carpets."
The hunter wheezed and spat out the cigar formerly clamped in his mouth. "The fuckin' shit do yer have in your fuckin' domain? A mountain of dead animals?"
"A flesh factory."
"The fuckin' hell is that?" He barked, his blade inching uncomfortably close to my face. "Da hell yer have a flesh factory?"
I patted his blade to one side with a tentacle. "I like having an organic look to my home, so naturally my domain comes equipped to provide the necessary materials via eldritch magic. It's nice to have my home feel and look so much alive. This place is just teeming with life, isn't it?"
He shook his head and jammed his blade into the fleshy floor, which started to bleed onto the carpet. "Yer a sick, crazy bastard. A fuckin' mad god, Elvari. Anyone tell yer that?"
"I get that all the time," I nodded, before turning to my newly contracted bodyguard. "You would agree that insane does not equate to violence or evil, don't you?"
The demon whose contract I had seized to save the foolish human who summoned him shot me a quizzical look. "Ehh, where I come from, it's all the same."
"You're not helping my case here," I chided him, before turning to the hunter. "My office looks like a perfectly normal human office. My church doors don't have teeth and claws because I need my followers to feel safe coming in for worship or asking me questions. But my private holiday home? I should have the luxury of decorating it in ways that make me feel right at home. And drive that Karen from HOA insane without any eldritch magic needed."
"I don't care, still looks evil. Yer need to renovate this shit," he scowled. "It's against regulations to have interior design like a horror house if you ain't evil. Might not help though. White hair, pale skin, black robes. That's such a cliched evil look. I played too many JRPGs to know the 'evil albino' trope when I see one."
Great, now he's sounding like Karen Strongman, President of the local HOA. Did she hire him to attack me if I refused to bow down to her demands? The gall of this woman, to insist her god cave in to fit her idea of how the town's local deity should present himself or design his house to "not look evil". How dare she ignore the polling results where the people of Innsmouth overwhelmingly agree I've been a good god? I can confidently say I've been doing my best to answer their prayers, blessing and protecting them from both mundane and supernatural dangers.
We're long past the Dark Ages into a modern age where people shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Or judge a god's alignment by his wardrobe choices and interior design decisions.
I toyed with the idea of handing him one of those printouts I made for the HOA. Maybe one of those educational talks on clearing misconceptions about the supernatural creatures not of this earth.
Some eldritch entities of the Abyss, such as myself, are pale due to the lack of sunlight in the depths, but it doesn't make us albinos. Or evil. Or a slithering pile of villain cliches.
A quick peek into his memories showed me he dumped every single flyer given to him since he was a kid. Dozed off at every educational talk he was dragged into in his youth.
After much deliberation, all I could muster was, "How much did Karen pay you?"
"More than the fine she would levy yer for failure to comply with HOA regulations," came the gruff reply. "Also, that flying bone chandelier of yers is a serious hazard."
"As its creator, it will listen to my command not to endanger any visitors," I remarked, tenting my fingers and waggling one exasperated tentacle in his direction. "Including Karen if she shows her face here and tries to slap me with a fine again." | STORY |
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Jill took another sip of coffee. It was 4AM and despite the overdose of caffeine she was getting sleepy. It had been more than 48 hours since she last slept and she could swear she was hearing things. Every inch of her body wanted to sleep, except Jill herself. The nightmares were worse than this. Hard to imagine, but she was terrified to get pulled back in. Despite her objections her mind forced sleep upon her and her eyelids were getting so heavy that it was impossible to force them open. She drifted off into the hell that awaited her.
Above her the moon stood in the sky. Except it was bigger than it should be, more red that it should be and she could swear it was pulling closer the longer she gazed at it. So she stopped and instead focused on what was in front of her. She stood on an unsteady ground. It looked to be moving in a particular cadence. It reminded her of breathing, but she refused to accept that as an answer. She set out to a figure that caught her attention in the distance. She feared it on an instinctive level, but also knew that no matter how hard she protested she’d end up at its feet. She had done this many times, even so the fear she felt didn’t dissipate. As if her body had a mind of its own she strutted towards the thing she wanted to run from.
It loomed over her like a mountain. A thick undulating mass of gelatinous flesh and eyes. It seemed to be seeking for a shape it could take, only to abandon it once it had found one. It also radiated dread and made it hard to concentrate. As if it was sending its own signals to your brain messing with the ones you send yourself. It terrified Jill, because it seemed to target her specifically. This wasn’t the first time she stood opposite of it and despite the fear, it never harmed her. It prodded something towards her and usually this was the point where she’d started running. Trying desperately to wake up from the nightmare. Sometime she succeeded, others she was caught in an endless loop of running and ending up at the same point. This time, she decided, she would stay. If it killed her, it killed her, but she was done with it. The thing hesitated, as if it hadn’t expected her to stay. It took only a couple of seconds before she resumed pushing the thing towards Jill. First she thought it was just another shapeless blob, but that when she saw the appendages. She first saw an arm, then a leg. The longer she looked the more human body parts there seemed to be. Fingers, toes, shoulders and she could even see a plume of hair. It was like a beach ball made off human flesh and bone. She felt the contents of her stomach push its way up and Jill was sure that if it wasn’t a dream she would have puked. She hoped that she didn’t vomit in her sleep and choked or something. Jill took a couple of apprehensive steps backwards and waited for a response.
There wasn’t one. A response that is. They stood there opposite one another with the human orb in the middle, for what seemed like minutes. That thing just stared at her, or at least that’s what it felt like. She couldn’t tell whether the thing could even see her through all those eyes. Each of them looked to be staring in the distance without focus. It was unsettling, like they were looking through her. It was the thing that moved first. It stretched out a gelatinous appendage from it’s formless body and pushed the ball further toward Jill. If Jill didn’t know any better it seemed to want her to have it. That’s when she realized she – in fact – did not know anything better. The sudden epiphany made sense and it being the only thing that made sense to Jill in this world gave her some comfort. What if this eye-jelly wasn’t trying to hurt her. She stepped towards the human ball and swallowed down her discomfort and disgust and reached out. As soon as she laid her hand on it the thing moved. It crept forward with what looked be a jolt. As if it was encouraging her. But encouraging her to do what? She rolled the ball of appendages around a bit. It took her less effort than she expected. Probably because it was still a dream, so it was just her mind making an approximation of her strength and the weight of the ball. She had to remind herself every so often that it was a dream.
After a while the thing seemed to have enough of it as it moved forward more rapidly than Jill had expected. Instinctively she leaped backwards, away from it. Again the thing seemed to hesitate. It only did so for a second as it proceeded. It engulfed the spheroid collection of body parts and it dissolved within it’s body. Was that what it wanted from her? Did it think she was like it? That’s when Jill had her second epiphany. It was her dream, no matter whether that thing lead the interactions. And if it was, it meant she could imagine anything she wanted. Jill tried her theory by imagining a hot-dog. To her surprise there actually formed something in her outstretched hand. It vaguely looked like a hot-dog, but it wasn’t. It felt like her mind was straining against something invisible. She put all her energy in pushing through an image and finally the thing in her hand fully took the shape of a bun with a sausage. Triumphantly she showed it to the mass of gelatine and eyes. It didn’t move, but she could feel it’s gaze on her. She took a bite of the hot-dog and then offered it to the thing. It stretched out one of those jelly feelers it had formed earlier and absorbed the rest of the food. Dissolving it like it had done with the ball.
Now that the first test had been a success and Jill was somewhat sure of the intent of the thing, she’d proceed with the next step. The thing could radiate things like fear and trigger feelings like disgust. That would mean Jill could send out thoughts and feelings as well. She focused on one thought particular. Love. She first cultivated the feeling inside herself and when she thought she had it, tried to extend it beyond her. There weren’t any signs that could tell her whether it worked, but it was her dream, so why wouldn’t it? She kept hold of the feeling and waited for the thing to respond. It did, to her surprise. It recoiled to the feeling in a similar manner Jill had recoiled to the fear. The sight of it made Jill sad and as soon as it did, the thing responded to it. There was a moment of genuine connection through the sadness. That’s when suddenly a heavy wave of despair hit Jill and she dropped to her knees and gave into the urge to cry. Through her tears she saw the thing trying to mimic her movements. It took the shape of a kneeling figure, or at least it tried as best as it could.
It had taken a good five minutes for Jill to recollect herself. She had noticed that the emotions she felt from the thing were different from her own feelings. She recognized them sharing her mind together with her own. Through the utter despair she had also distinctively felt joy and comfort when the thing had tried to mimic her. Maybe it was the same for the thing. Putting it to the test Jill formed a thought in her mind. ‘Thank you, I have to go, but will you be here next time?’ and she connected it to a feeling of trust. As soon as she was happy with the result she projected it outwards. The thing responded to it. Jill didn’t know exactly how or why, but it felt like a positive response. The thing changed it’s shape again. It seemed to struggle with it, as if it didn’t really know what it was doing, but it settled. It looked like Jill. A bit uncanny, but recognizable. That’s when Jill was struck by a feeling of sadness, mixed with trust. At least sort of. It wasn’t really trust, but it felt close enough.
That’s when Jill woke up. The sun shined through a gap in her blinds. For the first time in months she felt energetic and like she had finally had a good night’s sleep. Inside her she could feel something had changed. Like there was a connection to something. It felt like an indescribable sense that felt closest to comfort. In a way that describing the feeling was always different from how it actually felt.
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Djinn’t think about the Consequences! “Go on, I dare you.” There was no subtlety in the taunt from Brian. Billy just grinned in response.
Tom looked at his friends, and then at the blue skinned man across the room. “Okay, fine, I’ll do it, but you owe me the damned beer when we’re done.” He strode across the lobby, coming up behind the man and tapping him forcefully on his shoulder.
The man turned to look at him through wire rimmed glasses, his long, waxed mustache twitching slightly as he regarded the lankly young man that towered over him. “Yes, what do you want?” His tone was sour.
Tom swallowed and let loose. “So, um, where’s your magic lamp?” He tried to stifle the giggle.
“Excuse me?” The man asked, adjusting his suit coat. Impeccably tailored the dusky color offset his vibrant blue hue handsomely. Gold cufflinks and buttons made it clear he was a man who enjoyed the finest luxuries, and those did not include young men being impertinent to him. His eyes narrowed.
Tom ignored all this and continued with the joke. “Like, dude, where’s your lamp? I want some wishes!”
Behind him Billy and Brian chuckled. Brian waved and yelled out “Me too!”
“Go away.” The tone was flat, and the man turned his attention back to waiting for the next available receptionist to help him. Unfortunately, there was a long line. He glanced at his watch, a Rolex, as he tapped his pointed wingtips impatiently. Tom wasn’t going to let a cold shoulder dissuaded him from a joke. He slid back in front of the man. “No way, man, I want some wishes. Come on, you’re like one of those genie dudes, right? So, you’ve got to give me some wishes. Like, I want to be rich, and for a hot piece of ass, and a Lamborghini.” Tom cracked a wide smile as he saw his taunting start to get under the man’s skin.
But the man didn’t get angry, his voice stayed calm and cold. “This is harassment. I am not a genie. I am a Djinn. And I am not some mystical wish granting servant for the like of you oafs.” He turned away again.
This time when Tom slid in from of the Djinn the lanky man reached out and pushed the smaller azure hued fellow. “I said, I want a wish.” His voice grew more menacing as he started to puff up, trying to use his height to intimidate the Djinn.
The Djinn gave him a hard look, eying him from head to too. “You’re an ass, you know that, right? Now don’t you dare touch me again, or I will ensure that you will live to regret the decision.”
This only served to goad Tom further. He glanced at Brian and Billy; nodding and winking briefly in their direction before he snatched at the small tan leather case that the Djinn carried in his left hand. With a twist he was able to pull it away swiftly. “I’ll be a wealthy ass as soon as you cough up your bottle, or lamp, or whatever it is I have to rub. I’ll be it’s in here!” He held aloft the briefcase triumphantly.
“Give that back.” The Djinn’s voice was low, but it took on a dark tone, almost menacing in its firmness. The long fingers, manicured and bejeweled with rings, curled into clenched fists, the long dark nails biting into his palms.
“Oh, I’ve got you now!” Tom capered about a bit and then set about trying to open the case. He struggled in vain for a moment, but when it was clear that it wouldn’t reveal its contents, he smashed it to the ground. The briefcase hit the marble with a crash, sending papers flying about, while pens rattled away along the floor.
“You thieving, destructive, arrogant little ass. You learn one story about a trapped Djinn and you think we are your slaves, bound to serve you?” He pointed a long black curved talon at Tom. There was a crackling in the air about him, even as the room’s lights flickered and dimmed. The people standing nearby edged away cautiously, unwilling to interfere with the altercation.
Tom still hadn’t comprehended the danger he was in. He continued to mock the Djinn. “Aw, the poor Genie is mad. Can’t be bothered to magic up a new briefcase!” He laughed at the short bespectacled man.
“Magic? You want magic? Very well, I will grant you one of your wishes. A fine piece of ass indeed, that is what you wanted, right? Then so it shall be forever upon your cursed head!” His voice rose to booming levels as his hand rose high above his head. Only a split second came and went before the glowing arc of energy arced and crackled out of his upstretched hand, and over into Tom.
Tom’s sense of danger was too slow. He only managed to recoil as the blast rippled through him. He screamed, his back arching as the magic bold coiled around him.
Brian and Billy tried to bolt, leaving tom, but the magic sealed the doors and twin bolts looped about them as well. The small blue man seemed very large now as he regarded them. “I sense you have played a part in all this; chattering and egging him on. You too shall bear a burden for your rakish ways.” He lifted his hands together “So it was commanded! So, it shall be!” The boom of his voice echoing through the lobby
The magic that held Tom began to infuse into him, and his body began to shift. His chest started to grow thicker, rounder, more barrel like, stretching his shirt to the limit of the fabric before it tore asunder. The button on his pants popped too as more of him increased in girth.
His arms and legs grew thinner, his shoes pushed off his heels as his foot lengthened. Within moment his toes began to harden inside his sock. He stared in shock and horror as his fingers began to fuse, dark keratin spreading from his nails outward into a dark hoof shape on each hand.
He coughed as his neck lengthened, but soon the cough became a heavy bray as her dropped to all fours, his hooves shaking under him. By now his ears were growing long, and fur was spreading across his body. His pants split to reveal the rounded end and wispy gray tail of a jackass.
His face was last to leave him, still frozen in shock as it began to swell, his teeth expanding outward, buck toothed and wide, his nose and jaw pushing outward to make room for his new dental configuration. The soft fleshy muzzle wiggled nostrils flaring as he caught his own scent, heavy with musk.
He stomped a hoof, awkwardly standing amidst the tatters of his ruined clothes, his equine form clear, a grey donkey. He brayed.
The Djinn did not seem satisfied. “Beasts should be of use, and you are no use unladen to me.” A wave of his hand and the ruined clothes vanished, replaced by a heavy halter and pack saddle, the harness tight across the former man’s muzzle. Bags too appeared, weighing the beast down. Tom’s new nose picked up a harsh smell from the bags.
“Ah, that’s right, you wished for wealth, too, and so I have given it to you. Wealth to make any Roman soldier proud!” The Djinn cackled at his own joke, popping open the bag to reveal heavy salt crystals. A fortune by ancient standards, but of little consequence in the modern world, just as no one need a donkey anymore. Tom stood there, his head hung, laden with nearly worthless treasure.
The Djinn stroked his short goatee, thinking. “Ah, yes, you might learn to enjoy this form.” He said, then a dark grin crossed his face. “Let’s ensure you don’t.” His hand came together in a squeezing motion with his fist.
Tom brayed loudly in pain, feeling the pressure on his balls as each of them felt like they had burst inside him.
“There now, a proper fine piece of ass you are, all gelded and ready to earn your oats.” The Djinn nodded, then turned to the others, still frozen in place having watched their friend turn into a castrated donkey.
He smiled darkly at them. “Ah you two jackdaws are not free of my wrath. You egged this eager ass on, and I will punish you in kind.” His fingers flexed and he raised his hands once more.
Both men could feel the magic wrapping about them, curling through their very core. Slowly at first, and then with increasingly speed they felt their bodies compressing, contorting. Their feet split, curling outward into small claws, their skin sprouting dark feathers. Long dark beaks replaced their mouth and noses, as their eyes grew beady.
Moments later nothing but a pair of small black corvids sat on the floor amidst the pile of discarded clothing. They squawked and flapped about, only to eventually find their way to the back of their former friend who’s head still hung low and dejected.
A satisfied but cruel smile remained on the Djinn’s face. He hadn’t felt so free to curse a mortal in many ages. Sure, it’d cause some issue with the courts, but as a Djinn he certainly had the right to defend himself from an assault. It was all on tape after all, they’d started it. He’d been quite restrained. He regarded the trio. Maybe they’d find a princess to kiss, or a magic fountain to reverse the spell, or perhaps a quest from some old crone would do it. But for now? They would remain forever trapped as they were, denied their humanity but keenly aware of its loss.
Turning from them he pointed his finger at the fallen briefcase and papers. They collected themselves and returned to the broken case, which in turn rebound and restored, as if it had never broken. Case in hand he strode up to the nearest receptionist to get his appointment completed.
Behind him the crowd looked on silently at the three transformed friends. The gelded jackass and two jackdaws sitting there in the lobby. Occasionally the donkey would bray or a bird would let out a shrill, harsh caw, but after a short time the crowds ignored them, save by a passerby or two that wondered about the strewn clothing and the strange animals in the lobby of such a grand building.
Eventually management sent for Animal Control, and the officers came to take them away to their new lives. | STORY |
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Aether (Teil 1)
It was a great day and that although another city has fallen days ago. Wandering through the ashes of some burned human bones I giggled quietly and enjoyed the quiet atmosphere. But of course it was dangerous. There is that Yaksha who hunts demons. Many friends fell into his hands and disappeared but I wasn't very sad about it. They weren't enjoying my presence anyway. Jumping around I opened my braid and enjoyed the wind in my hair. It was dirty and full of ashes but it made me happy because it looked like snow.
As I sat down I looked into the sky. Very unbelievable that it's fake but Barbatos said so. Well one of the elder told that at least. Hours passed by and my joy was gone. I became tired as I noticed a certain aura. The conquerer... If I have enough chance to flee? But I'm not fast and not in my demon form either. I should look like a poor human child who kind of survived the destruction of its city. Trying to think about something else I went into a direction and shouted for my parents as part of a disguise because I don't have any. Then it happened the Yaksha landed in front of me and I looked at him shocked.
,, are you a survivor. "
His voice was cold and I knew that if I said one wrong word I'd die.
,, p-please don't hurt me s-scary man!"
Let's see if he falls for it or not. The Yaksha looked at me skeptical but then kneed down.
,, I won't. Come I'll bring you to other humans"
Scared I slowly took his hand and in the next moment we stood in front of a gate. Playing the scared child I hid behind a pillar and didn't want to go inside. But he didn't care and just went away. Humans came to me nd took me in, giving me fresh clothes and a bowl with water.
Some guy: please wash yourself and put on those clothes
Doing as I was told I washed myself and put on the clothings that were given to me. Of course I don't know how long I can cover my demon aura but it was great to have some people care for me. As I finished I went back to those humans and looked at the food they offered me.
Human food... I don't think it'll harm me but I better don't try.
Shaking my head I pretended that I was very tired.
Woman: poor thing. You can sleep there.
Pointing to a room she smiled a little and I went there waiting for them to go to bed. Everything was quiet so I opened the window and jumped outside running to the destroyed city in the shadows. I didn't know that I was watched by a certain person.
Laying down in the human ashes I quietly hummed an old melody. But not for long because the green haired stood behind me.
,, chose to go back hm? "
Instantly turning around I look at him with widened eyes.
,, w-what do you mean?"
Coming closer he put up his spear and held it in front of my stomach.
,, you're a demon. And my contract says to kill them. "
In fear I started to cry. His aura was scarier than any demon's I've met.
,, please... I'm not harming anyone! N-never did"
He didn't listen. I felt the stab and closed my eyes slowly falling to my knees.
,, something tells me it's wrong though. "
He sighed and picked me up. I can't remember what happened after. But I woke up in a bed with a bandaged stomach.
,, you say you never hurt anyone. I thought you lied but your blood was like a humans."
Turning my head I looked at the Yaksha who stood there with crossed arms.
,, why did you help me?"
Letting out an annoyed sound he just jumped out of the window. Slowly standing up I fell down but Morax himself caught me.
,, the g-geo archon?! "
Morax: not very polite are we? But indeed I am.
He put me back in bed and looked at me with serious eyes.
,, I'll leave when I'm able to d-don't worry and I'm sorry for being unpolite"
The archon watched me quietly and then put his hand on my forehead.
Morax: how about a contract?
I never made one. What does he want from me? And why did the Yaksha save me?
,, I don't know... "
Morax: how old are you.
Looking down I mumbled thousand.
Morax: young indeed. The contract will be that you're under Xiaos watch and aren't allowed to devour anyone if he doesn't allow.
,, who i-is Xiao?"
I had an idea but wanted to hear it.
Morax: the Yaksha who brought you to me.
With that the archon left and I was thinking about the things that just happened.
I must have fallen asleep because as I opened my eyes I saw the Yaksha called Xiao watching me.
,, uhm... Hi?"
,,you're still issued by the wound I caused."
Sitting up I ignored the pain and giggled quiet, scratching my head.
,, I'm bad at healing"
,, I see... "
Still giggling quiet I looked at him and noticed that he was thinking about something.
,, show me your demon form"
I became quiet but still looked at him.
,, why? "
,, it's an order."
Remembering what the geo archon said I slowly let my human form fade. Xiaos eyes became a little bit bigger as he saw me.
,, you really never hurt anyone. But without eating how are you alive. "
He made me nervous and so I put my broken hands into my lap and looked down.
,, my friends brought me food... But that was a few years ago..."
His voice changed a little and I noticed a hand that came into my sight.
,, the last time you ate was before I killed them, right?"
Nodding I took his hand. It felt cold but comfortable.
,, we'll get you food then. "
He held my hand and went to a other place with me. The blood smell was hypnotic for my starved body.
,, X-xiao I can't control m-myself"
Covering my mouth I accidentally bit my hand.
,, I figured. Here eat those"
Pointing at dead humans he let go of my hand and I jumped to them but noticed that one was warm so I chose the cold one and bit it.
,, even without control you don't devour living beings. Interesting. "
Drinking every last drop I licked the rest off my hand.
,, cold is better. My sister told me that"
Dancing around the warm body I smile as it's soul appeared and went to the sky.
,, you didn't fall into the trap. So what's your name? "
Still dancing I enjoyed the upcoming wind blowing through my hair.
,, Aether" | STORY |
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