Emil

Emil’s hands tremble slightly as he gathers his breath on the top step, spitting with disgust at the weak body that the Goddess has cursed with him. A small mercy he thinks that his brain did not diminish as his body. It had been all too easy he realised, the commotion and chaos of an appearance of the Goddess herself in their town, thinking she was there to bless him, his surprise turned to shock as the mayor was called out, only to be vanished by the barest movement of Her hand. She then had turned on him, causing him to watch with unbridled rage, impotent to act as his glorious body had been reduced to this pathetic wimpy form. No sooner had it all started than he realised the whole town had been affected, the Goddess vanishing following shortly by people running every which way, screaming and panicking as they went.

Amongst it all, Emil had noticed two figures slip away, Damiana hard to miss with her newly gained towering form as she dragged that shrimp John behind her. Taking this as a sign, Emil had quickly begun running after them, leaving his henchmen Finn and Osric behind. Those two could hardly scratch their own behind without him directing them on what to do he mused. As he was leaving the town, Emil took care not to let his quarry notice his pursuit, he couldn’t help but notice all the colossal amazons around town looking at least 8 feet tall to him from his new perspective, although the largest of them was in fact no greater than his former height of 6’2”. Speculating that with his old figure that it would be all too simple to turn up the charm and bed some of these freshly minted uber-babes, Emil had to shake his head to clear that thought and return to the chase, struggling the whole way to keep up with his tiny legs taking twice as many steps as he was accustomed to.

After what had seemed like an eternity he’d been granted a respite from the endless running. He recognised the location where chase had led him as his old hunting ground, as a young lad, he had endlessly mocked the younger and weaker ones as they frolicked through the fields around this hill. His favourite day had been when shortly after his 18th birthday, he had ventured out here while a victim attempted to flee his ****. A young girl not much older than 16 had appeared from behind a shelter his victim. He had laughed as she tried, barely standing 4’6” with weak limbs, her only notable features were doe-like brown eyes and large chest. After he'd found out her name, she had become his favourite target over the next 5 years. Even her parents had become victims of Emil’s, deciding anyone who could name their child Saethryda was also worthy of his scorn.

A brief moment of worry had crossed Emil’s mind as he saw Damiana fail to enter the cave from his vantage point, before the diminutive man with her had waved his arms, a flashing barrier seemingly ripped away. Letting his gaze linger on her, Emil appreciated the delicious bounce of her fantastic derriere watching as Damiana somehow made stretching out single sculpted long leg into the cave entrance into the most sexual thing he had seen today. At that moment, Emil decided he would definitely seek her as his first conquest should he get his old body back.

From there, it had been easy to sneak in behind the two of them, only for a brief instant had he paused to duck behind a bush as a rock dislodged and skidded loose under his shoe, the noise of which had caused the shrimp to return to the entrance and look back. With impeccable timing, the faint voice of Damiana rang out from inside the cave to distract John once more and permitted him to enter silently behind them. As he followed into the main chamber, Emil had composed himself and avoided being awestruck by the caves grandeur, allowing him the initiative to pounce the instant he had heard that the ring in the centre was the key to godhood. Figuring even with his small stature he could take advantage of this moment, he had dashed deliberately past John in a way as to hit the scrawny man and send him sprawling down the steps. His fingers now closing around the ring on the tall column before him, he wasted no time in greedily slipping it onto his index finger and promptly declared “I wish to absorb all the power of this ring”.

John couldn’t help but begin to cower in fear as the golden band on Emil’s finger glowed with a brilliant light before going dim again. He also noted that the plinth in the centre looks smaller than it had just a instant before Emil had reached it. John was left wondering whether the failsafe powers left to him included the ability to mould this place and if so, had he reduced the height of the pillar just enough to allow Emil to reach the ring? Surely, he figures, he wouldn’t have willingly just helped the biggest bully he knew become a God though, right?

Emil for his part was in ecstasy, a surge of power flooding into him from the ring, feeling as if he could easily reach out and reshape reality on a whim. He looked down the marble steps, sweeping his vision past the priceless monument atop which he stood down to the two figures below. Knowledge entered his mind, this pathetic worm cowering before him had been the all-powerful creator? And had just lost the last bit of power still shielding him from danger as the ring accepted its new owner. Ordinarily this alone would have been enough to cause Emil to launch into a verbal tirade of **** to mock such an absolute pathetic decision had two further pieces of knowledge not also entered his mind. Firstly, this idiot had given up his power to none other than Saethryda, his favourite target. Secondly, the plinth behind him was too high for him to reach the ring when he had entered the cave, sized for protection against being acquired by any man shorter than a reasonable height of at least 5’8”, it really seemed this maggot enjoyed the idea of giving up power so much he had actually gifted it to Emil.

Looking down again at the pathetic runt of a body the Goddess had cursed Him with, Emil decides He wants a proper audience for His ascension and as John barely counted as half a person, He points to a spot next to where he lay. John is surprised to see the Goddess appear still as radiant and powerful as ever. John silently hopes that She may have enough power to intervene but despite feeling Her immense presence – and feeling his shameful sense of arousal build – he notices that She is kneeling, a look of fury upon Her divine face as she stares virtual daggers up at Emil. Satisfied that the only other person missing from the show was now seated, He snaps his fingers to begin His transformation.

The first thing John notice's is all of the clothes vanish from Emil's body, having no shame and no plans to hide His coming perfection, He throws out His arms into a perfect T-pose, body rising as His feet levitate above the floor. A glow seems to softly emanate from around Him, as the God expands in all directions. His head was rising higher, only this time, it was rising as His body grew. Emil smirked and threw his head back in raucous laughter, as He grew more and more powerful every second. His arms bulged out, first reaching His old mortal size before quickly surpassing such a paltry size and swelling out to at least 40” around. On His chest, John watches with a mixture of horror and embarrassing lust as His pecs swell, wider and firmer than any he has seen before. Looking over John confirms that they’re probably bigger in volume than even the voluptuous endowments of Damiana, which are now rapidly rising and falling as her breathing picks along with her arousal at the growing vision of masculinity before her. Not wanting to miss any more of the show, John watches on as a chiselled set of 8 pack abs almost explodes out of His midsection. John's hands slide down to his crotch, unable to control himself himself as he starts to stroke his cock, already painfully hard from watching the show so far, it doesn’t take long for him to explode with a pathetic drop of liquid onto the ground in front of him.

As if to remind John even more of how pathetic that display just was Emil’s legs accelerate their growth, lengthening and thickening at an incredible rate. Each one of His legs look to be at least as tall as John, with thighs as thick around as the chest of the kneeling Goddess. Emil tilts His head back down as he feels His rapidly growing member between His legs harden and reaches a proportional foot of thick cock meat. Taking it with both hands He strokes it slowly and deliberately, letting it stretch out further as if His hands are pulling it out of His body as it nears two feet long. Wanting to make sure His watchers got a proper dose of Godliness sprayed onto them, Emil lets His swell up to almost basketball size before letting out a sudden thunderous roar to mark the end of His transformation. A stream of hot white liquid shoots 50’ across the chamber, totally drenching the three onlookers in His divine seed. The two women let out the most incredibly sexy moans while John is brought to another pathetic ejaculation from the display of power. Damiana eagerly takes a hand from her soaking pussy to scoop up and slurp down as much of the nectar as she could. On the other side, John is surprised to see the Goddess has been getting eagerly to this display as well, the anger on Her face has been completely replaced with a longing look of desire. With a throb of yearning himself, John realises that he isn't sure which of the two deities he presently craves more. Tongue sticking out to lick some of the goop from his lips, John admits that it’s probably the giant hunk who just came all over him.

Emil lets His body drop back to the floor, shaking the entire cave as it did so. He is now nearly 9 feet tall of utter perfection, a paragon of power with an intimidating aura around Him, the power to reshape reality His to use however He so desires. He speaks, and the ears of his onlookers ring with the power behind His words, not as seductively pleasant as the voice of the Goddess, but much more commanding. “Enjoy that as much as I did? Because there’s going to be a lot more where that came from in my new world”. Raising up His hand, Emil snaps His fingers to summons a simple black toga which does little to hide His enormous form, the top of it hangs across one shoulder and leaves bare a godly nipple while his huge cock hangs with the tip just barely threatening to peek out of the bottom. A simple pair of sandals adorn his feet and to further mock the worms before Him, another snap has the three of them orgasm again, the best orgasm any of them has ever experienced.

Taking slow, yet strong and deliberate steps lead the stud down closer to their level, a simple wave of His hand and lifts the three weaklings before Him to their feet, the lake of semen vanishing without a trace. As He reaches the bottom step, John notes that his head only reaches to Emil's huge crotch. John glances to both sides and confirms that Damiana fares a bit better than him and reaches to the bottom of His lower abdominal. On the other side, the Goddess, tallest of the three, is still somehow utterly dwarfed by the being before Her, despite standing over 7 feet tall and wearing the highest heels conceived at this point in history, She only reaches to the swell at the bottom of his massive pecs.

Emil paused momentarily, deciding what to do with John, having no need to destroy him, with the last of the devices failsafes now gone, He knew that none could challenge His power. So confident in His newfound superiority, Emil decides letting John live is the best punishment available, an eternity of being under the thumb of the universe's greatest tormentor. Even the Goddess before Him posed no threat, so He permits Her to keep Her powers for now, knowing that His powers are more than twice what She could ever hope to possess. Of course, Emil was also a sucker for the delectable irony that the Goddess before Him was once the young maiden He had made suffer so many times before. Finally, He turning to Damiana who, only a few minutes ago, He had been salivating over and trying to decide the best way to conquer this demigoddess. There were other options available too, but Emil figured that simply creating a lover to His needs was nowhere near as fun as breaking one in, and besides, she had earned herself a favour from Him as a mortal, and a good God repays His favours.