Forget cities - fuck the entire planet

Fucking a volcano felt so blissful... Maybe you could try the same thing on a much wider scale? If you filled the entire crust of the Earth with cum, the brittle continents would surely collapse into them.

Sophie: "Hm... but could I really have an output like that? I'd have to produce more cum than in all the oceans of the world combined."

Which reminds you: you're thirsty. Literally as well, that is. With about ten steps you meander over the ocean, inattentively crushing another oceanside metropolis in the process, and begin to sip from the shallow waters.

Sophie: "Blegh. Salty! Gotta hope that whatever magic worked to grow me into a giantess, will also maintain my body functions. I can't possibly eat enough anymore."

You reach further down to imbide as much as you possibly can. Despite your immense size, this would be akin to a regular human drinking from a lake. However, owning to the scale differences, you manage to down the entire local coastline before the surrounding waters rush back to fill the void.

Hydration seems like a good idea. Since you can cum loads heavier than your body weight, there has to be something magical going on here too. So if you can drown entire cities without any fuel, tanking up on briny ocean water will surely help you produce enough for your ambitious plan!

You keep hoovering up the ocean for almost an hour, consuming hundreds of millions of gallons every second. By the time you finish, you're standing victoriously over the sandy ocean floor, having dried out the entire East Coast U.S. You feel bloated, but look as slim and proportioned as ever. The only noticeable difference are your testies, positively swarming with fresh seed. Previously you were able to create a Biblical flood of cum with testicles the size of two grapes. Now they look almost proportional to your comically oversized cock - like a fleshy sack desperately trying to stop two bowling balls from bursting out.

Sophie: "Alright. If this doesn't do it, I'm out of ideas. Let's..."

Your monolouging is interrupted by a feeling of sudden intense tightness. Apparently your genitals have assumed control, and demand release. With a few shaky steps, you stagger back inland and ram your firehose into the San Andreas fault line, penetrating the flimsy crust like a crowbar through paper. For only about a second you can feel the lovely warm caress of molten lava, until your orgasm triggers, nearly involuntarily.

The very first burst shoots itself thousands of kilometers deep into the mantle. If your attempt was to impregnate the entire planet, this would probably be the closest you could get. The secondary, smaller bursts shoot out every which way, burrowing their way through the crust without any resistance, leaving mile-wide mounds that radiate outwards from you as they circumnavigate the entire planet multiple times, destroying everything.

Then you orgasm again. Dozens of times in quick succession, spewing out exponentially more semen with each thrust. The sheer volume of cum creates an entirely new geological layer under the crust: the cum layer. Reaching from the core all the way to the surface, it is composed of 98% cum, with an added impurity of molten rock. What little shredded remains are left of continents, float over a seemingly infinite ocean, under the stranglehold of gravity 50 times stronger than previously.

Planet Earth now has a ring, also composed of your cum, which you jetted out at escape velocity after turning over on your back.

You remain exasperated, floating freely on the surface of this newly-formed goo planet.

Sophie: "Wowie. Talk about a time save! A million cities in a single hour."

Now it occurs to you: what now? There's nothing left to destroy anymore.

Sophie: "Guess I'll starve to **** then. I guess I could eat my own cum... but I don't really feel like it. No point in prologing it when there's nothing to do anymore."

Voice: "Yes there is, Sophie."

Sophie: "Umm what?"

A calming voice emanates seemingly from outer space. As it speaks, the stars flicker and galaxies seem to spin faster. The sound isn't of a human, and you're unsure whether it's a male or a female voice, if such definitions could even be applied to it.

Voice: "You have dutifully cleansed the world of sin, o Angel of ****. The suffering of humans is no more - they have all perished painlessly and without cruelty, and joined me in Heaven. Now life may flourish again on some other planet, perhaps much more fruitfully than this regrettably failed experiment."

Sophie: "Yo uh... okay? I didn't know any of this..?"

Voice: "You, o Angel, will have the honour of sowing the seed of life into new worlds."

Sophie: "Sure. I can do that. Just uh... how do I get into space? Gravity's kinda heavy you know."

Voice: "For your utmost loyalty, you have earned your wings."

Holy white light emanates from your shoulder blades, as mighty feathered wings sprout from them. They are either magical or unbelievably strong, as you are able to fly away from Earth effortlessly despite the immense gravity.

Here, you begin your servitude for this mystical Deity. You travel between solar systems at vastly superluminal speeds and cum onto the surfaces of planets in the goldilocks zone, sprouting life everywhere in your wake. Every now and then your Deity decrees that some old planet has become unviable, and orders you to destroy it - an order which you are happy to fulfil.

For millions of years, you tirelessly seed life and organic matter into the universe, as your Deity awaits for the evolution of a race of sapient beings who could rival itself, and possibly eventually surpass and dehtrone it. The Deity would have no peace of mind until it manages to create something far grander than itself.

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