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Chapter 10
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Verdant_Hatchling
The bonds of indifference?
Utterly gone...
“Ahh…” As Donovon had been overcome by pleasure for truly the first time in years, he released multiple mighty surges of spunk directly past Loriad’r’s throat, into her stomach, as it began expanding with each and every surge.
After a few moments of guzzling down the near endless splooge, Loriad’r withdrew his member from her throat, as she lightly inhaled through the egregious amount of liquid within her throat.
As she withdrew the member, she started floating about, as she lined herself up with the mighty length, before sliding the tip gingerly along her quim, then she asked him softly, “Are you ready?”
“Yes…” Donovon was hardly aware of himself, but he responded, and as soon as he spoke, she slammed herself down, as hard as she could, as she stretched herself taut around his girth. As soon as she did this, Donovon’s eyes widened, glowing brighter than they’d ever glowed before. In this state, the sight that’d already been so significantly enhanced became ever more insightful, as the glowing began shining through the sky, as though he were a star itself.
As Loriad’r penetrated herself on Donovon's absurd prick, seven inches in her first jerking motion, as she was intoxicated by the lust of the act. “Yes, yes, yes…Nnng.” As she was thrusting herself around the engorged member, she was screaming out, all the while creaming in the same manner, her head shot back, as she **** her way further down.
.Donovon, while utterly inundated by the sheer pleasure of the act, as his sight was expanding massively, becoming able to see down to her very atoms, as well as the atoms of every being within over a million miles.
But, what caught his eye, was an odd sight, within her mind, a planet thousands of lightyears away, long destroyed, as Loriad’r and a dozen others were shot into the depths of space in their infancy, a story as old as superpowers themselves.
But, coinciding with the surge of information, came the ascension of his climax, as he shot surge after surge, directly depositing every burst into her womb, as a significant bulge began appearing in the visage of her gut, distending more and more after every second.
“Oooh… Yes, keeep…” As her speech trailed off, Loriad’r was lulling backwards, as her legs wrapped around Donovon’s nearly titanic form, as even HIS newly enhanced physique was being pained by the pressure, as his entire length was instantly holstered within her quim.
Donovon couldn’t stop, as the surges continued in torrential forces, slowly filling her to the brim. Then, another Donovon appeared behind the bed, as it walked around, looking at Loriad’r’s face, he crawled onto the bed, and took her lulling face in his gentle hand’s caress, he looked into her eyes, and saw her entire being.
Then, he moved in, kissing all along her face, to her lips, to her ever expanding belly, and so on.
All the while, the MAIN Donovon was blank, fully stark in his expression, as he lay inert on the bed, his eyes utterly white, as he saw EVERYTHING.
…
Donovon had always been. And yet, he never was. In this ever shifting paradox of the world, his mind was nothing. Merely a melting pot for the absurdity of humanity, and what could come.
But what did Donovon see? Aside from everything, Donovon had within his sight, himself. And with himself, he saw nothing, all alone in the cosmic scheme unraveling around his form.
The everything that he saw was all but nothing, as with his coming, everything was gone, destruction following his each and every path.
But, what was the constant? He was alone…
So, what would be the first shift for Donovon? Don’t be alone…
…
“Yehehh, ooohh…!” Donovon was smiling widely, the widest he’d ever smiled, even before he had ever been reatomized into his cosmic existence.
"YESSS!!"
Reformed From Nothingness With Godly Powers
The Manhattan Project: Reimagined
Donovon Osterman went on the final trip of his Senior year of high school, and he was quite enthusiastic, until he had to use the restroom. And with the poor planning of the facility, and his own poor luck, he replaced the similarly named Jonathan Osterman as the accidental victim of the Manhattan Project, placed in the year 2000. Can Donovon come back from the nothingness that consumed him? Will it even be Donovon that returns? Who knows... Let's find out in this devious reimagining of the classic by Alan Moore, Dave Gibbons, and John Higgins.
Updated on Aug 24, 2025
by Verdant_Hatchling
Created on Aug 10, 2025
by Verdant_Hatchling
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