She was having the dream again.
Blue fire arced across her skin, etching ethereal runes on her body. The feeling was exhilarating, like the embrace of a familiar lover. But, like any embrace, these sigils were ultimately confining. They wrapped themselves around her form, hugging her, binding her.
Halfheartedly, Mizuki Nagano struggled against those blue symbols in this recurring dream. But, her resistance lacked true resolve. She understood part of her wanted to be bound, to be reduced. For no other reason than to allow her to slowly break free from this envelopment. The act of reawaking to her greater self—to become more—was the dragon Mizuki Nagano endlessly chased. An addictive sensation she needed to savor, not rush. The destination was unbound, ultimate elation. But, the journey contained a mix of other sensations. Sensations Mizuki needed to first swill like a fine wine. In order to fully experience the delight of expanding, Mizuki would have to deny herself. Something paramount cannot escalate. Thus, paradoxically, the satisfaction of growing must be found by first wilting.
If one is already omnipotent, one cannot become more . And, to become more was Mizuki greatest desire.
As they always did, in her dream the blue runes won, settling on her huge, muscular body. The instant they full bound her true perfection, the futanari amazon opened her faintly glowing azure-blue eyes. The bewildering dream already fading from Mizuki’s waking mind. Mizuki always felt she had a perfect night's sleep, remembering it filled with lewd dreams. She didn’t regret waking from such a wonderful slumber. She knew her reality was even better. Wasn’t it? After all, what could be better than this world she’d conquered?
The tan beauty sat up. As she did, she pushed over two worn-out supermodels, who’d been sleeping on her expansive chest. The 7-foot-tall brute reached in the morning light filtering through her mile-high palace’s huge windows; her enormous muscles bunching and shifting as she did. Biceps bigger than medicine balls flexed ominously as the imposing amazon casually stretched, the sunlight reflecting off her wondrous auburn hair. She knew her perfected body had been building more of her ultra-dense muscles even as she slept. Thanks to her superior anatomy, Mizuki was always gaining, always becoming more .
The futanari amazon looking down past her massive breasts (they had the circumference of monster-truck tires) at her raging 3-foot-long morning-wood. The obscene veiny shaft could easily be seen under the thin sheets, as it was 24 inches in circumference and 36-inches in length. There was another slumbering supermodel-superslut with smoky eyes clinging to Mizuki’s fat redwood of a cock. It was clear the submissive blonde had been trying to pleasure her auburn-haired ruler even while she slept. That was the kind of absolute commitment Mizuki could appreciate. She would fuck this girls brains out as a reward.
From her opulent mega-palace, Mizuki Nagano owned this world. But, she let others concern themselves with the tedium of running the place. Mizuki cared only for the power, not the responsibility of rule. She vaulted out of her goddess-sized bed, more unconscious supersluts spilling to the floor as she did. Looking down at their used-up forms, Mizuki smiled her radiant smile. All beings on this planet were her chattel, and these slaves had been genetically crafted only for her pleasure. Every single hair and cell in these girls’ lewd bodies had been specially designed to service Mizuki in whatever ways she desired.
How many supersluts in supermodel bodies had she fucked last night? How many had she filled with her mind-bogglingly potent cum? Mizuki had perfect recall and could’ve remember if such tallies meant anything to her anymore. But, they didn’t.
At one point, how many girls she’d fucked in a day was all important to Mizuki. But, after subjugating every woman on the planet with her raging sex, such enumerations had become meaningless. Mizuki could literally have as many sluts as she wanted. Thus, keeping track of the number was moot. It was like the Olympic gold medals she’d won in the early days of her subjugation. After you win every single event two decades in a row, what does matter? Mizuki wanted unique experiences and new conquests. Yet, so many of her novel pleasures had become routine over the years. Endlessly, new ones needed to be sought, like these genetically enhanced super-sluts.
These women had been genetically engineered for the sole purpose of sexually pleasing Mizuki Nagano. Their bodies were lithe, supple, and as ready as possible to take Mizuki’s ever swelling shaft. They would amuse her, for now.
Mizuki stretched again. As she did, she could hear her muscles growing. Even something as simple as moving stimulated her perfect body into making more of her super-dense muscle fibers. Still, such a wonder was becoming commonplace for the fickle Mizuki, but becoming more seemed to be the one thing she could never truly tire of.
In a rare mood, Mizuki quickly did 25 pushup, 50 sit-ups, and 50 squats. Such an easy act took her no time at all, and—of course—she didn’t even break a sweet. But, her muscles exploded in growth from the simple activity. Her fibers doubling and redoubling with each small excretion. Mizuki swelled with power from barely doing anything at all. Some of her sex-slaves had roused themselves as she exercised. The supersluts watched with slack jaw wonder at their mistress’s quick routine. The gene-forged floozies reacted as if such a spectacle was beyond imagination. Mizuki smiled, knowing watching her was just that. Two of the conditioned supersluts even orgasmed just from witnessing their goddess’s light workout. Others were trying to not pleasure themselves, as masturbation was a sacred rite reserved only for Mizuki.
Those that watched and didn’t automatically cum instead cooed in mind-breaking frustration. Her sex-slaves were barely able to contain their wanton lust for their imperious mistress. They kept going to pleasure themselves and just stopping, knowing it was forbidden. The genetically perfected whores writhed in sexual frustration, begging with every part of their abused being to be used and violated by the swelling mass of savage might before them.
Along with her brutally burgeoning muscles, Mizuki’s monstrously mammoth balls also seemed to swell form the adoration of her abased servants. Those bulky, menacing spheres had filled themselves to busting over the night, and were gorged with genetically perfected semen. Mizuki decide she’d wasted enough time exercising her already atrociously gargantuan brawn. It was time to exercise her atrociously gargantuan package instead. Her balls were literally aching for release. While Mizuki’s self-control was unparalleled, she saw no reason to use it.
Spotting the blonde that had taken her fancy earlier, Mizuki issued a simple command, "You...now..." It wouldn’t even occur to the wanton sex-slave to disobey, even if every fiber of her salacious being wasn’t already calling out to be used and used-up by the obscene, domineering creature before her. They had been trained and bred for this exclusive purpose, to be cumdumps for Mizuki.
Remorselessly, Mizuki’s hand reach out and grabbed the blonde by her hair and shoved her mouth down on the pulsating cock. Pulling the hapless girl back and forth. The blond closed her pitted-eyes with their smoky mascara in total bliss. To suck her mistress’s overwhelming cock was all she’d ever wanted out of life, even if the over-huge shaft was choking her. She’d die in masochism heaven.
Mizuki knew that the sheer size of her vast cock should be too much, even for one bred and trained for this exact purpose. But, she had faith in this blonde who’d shown so much spunk earlier. If no one had told her what was or wasn’t possible, perhaps she’d achieve the impossible. She’d give the girl the opportunity to experience this honor, and mercilessly slid her unbending steel-rod down the suffocating girl’s overcrowded esophagus. The generically engineered neck visibility bulged to accommodate the unyielding, outsized ram.
As the submissive blonde sucked and choked in equal measures, desperately proving her worth to her mistress, Mizuki pointed at a brunette and redhead. "You two, suck and worship my package,” she commanded. “I want to cum at least a hundred times today,” she joked.
It was a joke because all knew Mizuki would cum as many times as she wanted, be it a hundred or a thousand. She could even cum continually, if she willed it. Under the right conditions, her behemothic body could continuously produce the efficacious, enslaving semen she’d used to subjugate a world. She was the unquestioned Alpha of Earth, as only females now populated it. Seven billion sluts and sycophants serving their ultimate sexual goddess, the Imperium of Potency.
Unthinkingly submissive, the two girls went on their knees, like the loyal bitches they were, and started suckling Mizuki’s overstuffed package. The sex-slaves expertly used their lips to gently bite and kissing lovingly all over the swollen, oversized, alpha nuts that produced untold amounts of Mizuki’s sacrosanct sperm. Her large balls gurgling and rumbling with activity as they readied the fresh new batch of cogent cock cream, easily the world's most addictive drug. As they did, Mizuki used the blonde go-getter’s mouth on her cock, bobbing her back and forth like the mere toy she was.
The goddess groaned and grunted as the three sex toys performed their life’s purpose: to excessively service Mizuki Nagano. Her monstrous balls gurgling and rumbling with activity as they processed a plethora of potent and profuse cock cream, which was world's most addictive drug. Mizuki allowed her orgasm to rise. She could feel the pressure building within her deific groin, a dull aching pleasure rising up from her balls and towards the tip of her shaft as it twitched and bucked. Even its perfection struggled to contain the explosive tide raging within Mizuki’s raging sex. But, Mizuki used her unremitting strength to do what only she could do: hold back her power. As she was wont to do, she would savor this moment on the brink. For, once over it was only a downhill ride on an uncontrollable avalanche of lascivious outpouring.
As Mizuki experienced this extended pause before release, on a whim she looked at the chocking blonde. As Mizuki did the slave’s blissful eyes went wide with terror. She’d felt the impossible surge of cum coming. The girl knew Mizuki's indomitable strength was such that even her cum-shots could tear down walls, if she willed it. But, she also knew Mizuki was in complete control (until she wasn’t), otherwise Mizuki’s entire mega-palace would be destroyed each day (as it had been once; a demonstration of Mizuki’s sexual dominance). Yet, would her mistress hold back for a mere slave?
The nearly suffocated blonde looked up at her mistress through tear smeared makeup. Uncharacteristically, Mizuki looked down at her servant while she reveled in the extended sexual crescendo. In those blue pitted-eyes, Mizuki saw a host of emotions. There was a deranged sense of determination that caught Mizuki’s interest. She saw this girl would gladly give her life for her mistress’s sexual pleasure. If her mistress willed, she would die just so Mizuki could fully experience one more unrestrained orgasm among the countless ones she’d already experienced and the infinity of ones she would experience. This girl would gladly be destroyed if it meant that Mizuki could experience an extra drop in the endless tidal wave of pleasure that was her life. But, in dying, she would regret not being able to serve Mizuki further. She didn’t want to die simply because she knew she still had much more to give her mistress.
The two locked eyes as the super-surge of churning cum built to dizzying levels. Mizuki smirked, her super-senses understanding all this about the blonde. The slave knew her life was expendable at any point in time with a single flex of Mizuki’s tremendous cock. There were countless of other sluts to easily replace her, she was just one of the billions of women at Mizuki’s disposal. Yet, there was something about this one.
Signing with slight regret, Mizuki held back just enough to let the girl live. Then her inscrutable mind shifted back to the all-encompassing pleasure she felt, the aching need for release. With a roar, her churning balls clenched upwards to her oaken cock. Without further warning, Mizuki suddenly pumped the first thick jets of cum through the blonde bombshell's straining mouth, down her overtaxed throat, and discharged the deluge into her tiny tummy. The torrent flooded the girls stomach in the first shot alone. But, Mizuki didn't stop. She continued to unload the hefty load into the diminutive blonde. The precious potency pouring out of the overfilled and almost unconscious servant. Minute after minute ticked by and Mizuki’s raging orgasm was STILL going strong. But, finally, she did letup, pulling her still-hard, towering cock out of the overused and misused girl. Mizuki gestured to the two other servants to lap and clean up the mess. The powerful sperm from this one release alone could be used to impregnate millions, if not billions.
Despite what they’ve just discharged, Mizuki’s balls still gurgled with potential as the amazon looked down at the spent girl. The metahuman could see the girl was breathing, barley. Good. The blonde slut could serve her mistress another day. Mizuki made a mental note to look into the girl’s genetic past. Mizuki was always eager to build better slaves, and the girl had proven herself.
The other slaves were cleaning their goddess, and eyeing her still-erect cock and gurgling balls. Mizuki Nagano knew the girls were always unsure what the sounds from her balls meant. It gave the capricious dominatrix an opportunity to be unpredictable. Some days she would tell her slaves that her burgeoning balls were not pleased and demanded more pleasure. Other days, Mizuki told them they were hungry for sustenance, meaning more food to improve and replenish her spent loads. Either way, all that weighed in her slaves’ minds at all times was Mizuki and her long, fat, throbbing battering-ram of a cock.
Today, Mizuki decided it meant she was ravenous. Her workout had given her need to replenish. If she wanted to grow bigger, she needed fuel. She started to walk to the palace’s dining hall. Sex-slaves scampered before her, her imposing rock-hard dick like a ship's figurehead between her legs as she walked.
Again, even the simple act of walking caused the growth of her ultra-dense muscles to go into overdrive. They didn’t even necessary become bigger, but would become harder, thicker, and more plentiful with each step. Just walking caused her legs to become ever more tone and powerful. But, all this growing and cumming really was making Mizuki famished.
The dining hall was longer than two football stadiums set end to end, and several stories high. Only one place was set in the 1,000 foot table, which was laid out with enough food to feed a small country. The food would have been replaced every few minutes to keep it fresh for when Mizuki deigned to eat. The barley covered serving staff (populated only with big-breasted bimbos, naturally) stood at attention as Mizuki when to her throne of a dining chair. The massive seat had been specially crafted for Mizuki’s bulk, but—as she was always getting larger and heavier—it was always too small.
The over 7-foot tall amazon (she’d grown a little from her workout) squeezed into the tank-like seat, which groaned and bent under her unrelenting mass. The futa’s balls hung down over the side of the seat. As big as beanbag chairs, they were already full again, even after the minutes she’d just spent vigorously cumming. They gurgled ominously with their potent payload.
Mizuki looked at the voluptuous and vivacious waitstaff, all of which were practically popping out of their too-tight maid outfits. Their tits and ass lewdly bulging in the strapped-on aprons (which is all they wore). They looked back, scared, knowing Mizuki needed to tell them if she wanted food or a fucking first, and would act upset that they didn’t already know the will of their fickle mistress. Such was the ritual when she came to eat, be it pussy or food.
“Well,” the amazon thundered, a smile on her face, “don’t just stand there, you useless sluts, feed me!” Then, still smiling good naturedly, she added on a whim, “and, bring the head cook out here to suck my cock!”
The staff hopped to comply, almost falling out of their aprons as they did. Their uniforms designed as such to specially excite Mizuki. She delighted in watching them try to keep their bawdy bodies in the aprons as they waited on her. Trying their best to serve their sexual goddess as they brought the first of the endless parade of extravagant dishes. The provocative waitresses bowed under the weight of the massive plates of succulent food.
As they did, the head cook (a curvy raven-haired woman) came out from the castle-like kitchen to fulfill her impulsive mistress’s flighty command.
The special today was lobster egg benedict. Mizuki simply tilted her head back and opened her cravenness mouth, and spread her massive legs. Two of the waitstaff brought the first of the fully loaded gold-alloy plate up the set of stairs built into the throne. They started spooning the decadent, exuberant meal into their lounging mistress’s waiting mouth.
Simultaneously, the voluptuous cook started simulating the massive, menacing mast that was Mizuki’s cock. The busty babe’s whole body was used on the super-organ. The raven-haired woman literally doing everything she could to the too-large, too-hard shaft. Yet, no matter how vigorous or earnest, it seemed she couldn’t fully simulate the monolith of perfected flesh that was Mizuki’s dick.
Mizuki gestured for other master-fluffiers to help the over-worked cook, who audibly sighed in relief as the boobcious blondes joined her in the sacred duty of fellating Mizuki. Mizuki also gestured for the food to come faster. As her mouth was filled only with the tastiest and most nourishing food ever conceived and her cock was simulated by supermodels who’d trained their whole life for this one task, Mizuki closed her glowing blue eyes in pleasure. Could such sensations become lackluster? Mizuki seemed intent on finding out.
The immoderate food was basically being poured into her waiting maw, but her enhanced senses allowed her to experience each taste sensation, as her flawless nerves picked up on each caress of her colossal cock. All parties in this display of absolute abasement knew if everything wasn’t perfect, Mizuki would punish. Yet, after decades of conditioning, the possibility of error was minuscule. Greater was the probability Mizuki would act punitively ‘just because.’ Yet, it seemed their mistress was in a magnums mood. Or perhaps their volatile idol was simply contemplative this morning. Mizuki’s boundless mind was just as incomprehensible as her boundless physique
Mizuki let out a sigh of pleasure as the hearty meal refueled her superlative body’s immeasurable growth stores. The nectarous, oversized meal was expertly designed to do just that, and her whole body seem to swell from it, especially her tits, ass, and balls. It had been forever since she’d felt even slightly close to depletion. She liked being full of potential.
Of course, her flawless body could have drawn nourishment out of the very air, or normally inedible substances. But, what was the point of subjugating the planet if she couldn’t partake of its the best? Her body ballooned as the feast flowed into her.
As if to prove the perfection of her metabolism, Mizuki ordered only the most fattening substances brought to her next. Choc-chip ice cream made from genetically enhanced dairies, which would have killed a normal human, was brought for dessert. Mizuki’s body would store all those countless calories until they were needed to make her muscles bigger, her cock larger, her breasts more massive, her legs longer, her balls bigger, and her body even more titanic. There could never be enough of Mizuki.
Her planetary package swelled larger and larger as her throbbing, bulging cock was kissed, licked, rubbed, squeezed, and otherwise molested. Yet, only Mizuki’s beating heart could move the prodigious rod of adamantium that was her phallus. More and more of the staff had been called to simulate the twitching temple. A stupendous steeple the world was taught from birth to worship, such was Mizuki’s tremendous tool.
These sluts would’ve made the most experienced porn star look like rank amateurs. Their techniques had been honed and passed down for generations of serving their futanari goddess. Any normal male, had there been any males left, would have cum simply from watching this pornographic display. Any male actually subjected to these master-sluts would’ve cum their brains out before their hearts gave out. But, Mizuki’s will was such she could hold back, if for no other reason than to prove she could. The lustful tableau increased in indelicate intestacy. Anxiety could be seen on the painted faces of the lecherous ladies as they frantically tried to make their gaining goddess orgasm. Everything about Mizuki waxed as the escalating inhuman debauchery became desperate. Faster and faster the pace built as Mizuki herself became even more built.
The frantic tempo was contagious, and the waitstaff feeding the growing goddess also increased their efforts as if trying to keep up with the fanatic fellators. Finally, as both sets of whores were about to despair in spent exhaustion, Mizuki deigned to cum. This time there was no holding back, and lives must have been lost as Mizuki Nagano’s first titanic volley brought down the ten-story ceiling.
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Mizuki emerged from the rubble of the dining room sucking on an after-dinner peppermint, a glowing deity of sexuality. “I really am in a rare mood today,” she said to her only peer, herself, as her servants scampered this way and that trying to mitigate devastation their whimsical conqueror had wrought in her wanton rampage.
Still acting atypical, instead of paying a visit to her mega-harem, as was her normal habit after a meal, Mizuki took a left at the ten-foot platinum statue of herself with the ruby-dusted hair. This spacious hallway was lined with pictures of her progressive ascendance. Every ten feet, on both sides, there was another full length picture of Mizuki taken whenever she had decided she’d reached a milestone in her ever-present growth. Her long strides took her quickly through her eventful adolescence into her amazon adulthood, and finally to the futanari goddess she was today. Mizuki took note that it was only the last few pictures that her eyes had started to glow blue. Though that progression, unlike other aspects of her ascension, was very subtle.
This hallway terminated at one of many of Mizuki’s private laboratory. Some of her laboratories were dedicated to perfecting Mizuki’s food stuff, others where dedicated to producing ever more honed sex-slaves for Mizuki. This one studied the most prestigious of problems: further perfecting Mizuki Nagano. In this world getting a job to enhance Mizuki in every way was considered the most profound profession anyone could possibly hope to achieve, comparable to becoming a top doctor, CEO, or statesman in the pathetic former world. However, such a high ranking job also came with high expectations. Mizuki decided she felt it had been far too long since a significant breakthrough in her continuing perfection. She was growing bored with her predictable growth.
She was about to throw open the large double doors to make a grand entrance for her surprise inspection, when someone coming the other way beat her to it. A petite blonde with smoky mascara and pitted eyes holding a stack of papers raced through the door into Mizuki.
The sexy, diminutive blonde researcher clearly wasn’t looking where she was going as she crashed into the solid wall of flesh that was Mizuki. This hot little number was wearing nothing but the lab coat uniform, and—of course—couldn’t budge the goddess. She bounced off the amazon like she’d hit a brick wall, and fell on her tight little ass.
Jumping to her feet, the bubbling blonde exclaimed in a swirl of paper, “I’m so sorry, mistress! I was just coming to see you!”
The spunky blonde with the pitted-eyes didn’t seem to know if she should bow, knee, or try to clean up her papers as they scattered. Mizuki might have found any of the three individual choices acceptable. But, the scientist attempted all three at once, making for a humorous display. Mizuki felt she should be angry, but found herself inwardly smiling. She was fond of feminine, uncertain vulnerability, after all. Mizuki felt like she’d met this hapless girl before. The fact she didn’t KNOW if she had, with her eidetic memory, aroused her curiosity in the blonde.
“Have I seen you before?” She decided to ask as the girl failed to bow, knee, or collect her papers.
“I don’t think so, mistress.” Then the girl became thoughtful, “but I have been using some of my own genetic material working on your sex-slaves. Maybe you are mistaking me for one of them?”
Mizuki than realized this girl was a dead ringer for the blonde fellator she’d spared this morning. Inwardly she amused by this, but decided she would be outwardly annoyed. She was planning on punishing this division for their lack of resent progress, after all. So, Mizuki narrowed her eyes and said “I don’t make mistakes.”
Mizuki expected the pitted-eyed scientist to cower, but saw the absent minded professor was instead staring hypnotically at the futa’s swaying 3-foot phallus. Mizuki sighed. This was not an uncommon problem when she met one of her servants for the first time.
Knowing it really wasn’t the girl’s fault (Mizuki had tailored the world and herself to illicit this exact of reaction, after all) she decided to again take pity on the blonde’s insubordination, and simply snap her out of the trance with a simple snap of her substantial fingers.
The thunderclap that followed did the trick, and the girl came, blinked, and emerged from her lust induced trance.
She averted her smoky eyes, “I’m sorry mistress.” She said in a cute bashful way, “You came over me.”
“Yes, I have that affect.” Mizuki stated. “You said you were on your way to find me?”
“Oh yes mistress!” The blonde’s shame forgotten and her exuberance returned she continued. “Do you remember when you ordered us to… to… let me see if I can find the quote.”
The girl seemed to be scrambling through her scattered notes for the first page. She apparently found it, “Ah, here it is,” she exclaimed and read the direct quote from Mizuki Nagano: “’I want something to give me the power to drain anything I want from anyone I want. I want that power to control and wield without the use of any device or item that requires me to carry it around or to have surgery to implant. This power will at a bare minimum QUINTUPLE all drains, meaning that I gain 5x more than what I drain. In fact, the more I drain the larger gains I receive.’”
The slight girl looked at Mizuki as if pleased with herself, but was met only with an icy stare from the unquestioned genius that was Mizuki Nagano. Abashed, she reprimanded herself “Of course, you remember, mistress.” The girl blushed, “A simple figure of speech, mistress.” Then the blonde became bubbly again, “Well, I did it!”
Mizuki was taken back. “What? You did it?” Mizuki was genially astounded. She’d made that a request as a lark. Mizuki knew all the laws of physics that prohibited such a feedback loop. But, looking down at the bubbly blonde before her, the towering futa wondered if anyone had bothered to fully teach this kooky girl the laws of physics.
“Well, ‘we’ did, but it was mainly me. The other scientists said I should try on my own, so the credit could be mine.”
“Both the credit for the success, or for the failure.” Mizuki replied. It was a statement, not a question.
The girl blushed again, “They mentioned something like that,” she muttered.
‘So,’ thought Mizuki ‘that’s how they planned on handling my impossible request.’ She decided this hapless girl’s failure wouldn’t be laid at her feet, but the feet of everyone else in the lab.
Knowing it was likely gibberish, Mizuki took the girl’s proffered notes. They were out of order and many seemed to be hand written. But, Mizuki’s intellect was as imposing and prodigious as her phallus. In short order the goddess had reordered them, and was reading.
At first, they really did seem like gibberish, but as the amazon continued to read page after page, Mizuki saw them for what they were: pure, unrefined genius.
No one had taught this girl the basics of physics, so she’d learned them on her own. Mizuki also realized that it was extremely unlikely that anyone—besides herself—could’ve understood the brilliance of this untampered idealism. The other scientist had clearly dismissed this work as that of a madwoman and had sent this blonde out on a fool’s errand. But, Mizuki was no fool, and neither—it seemed—was this girl.
But, it was still possible the girl with the fascinating eyes was a madwoman. The Transdimensional Transfer Device she’d conceived of annihilated and absorbed the fifth dimensional aspects of the intended’s victims. It achieved its quintuple multiplier by obliterating the possible potentials of the absorbed. Such an act even made a narcissist like Mizuki Nagano shudder, but if in horror or anticipation it was impossible to say.
Enwrapped by the implications of what she read, Mizuki finally did look down at the crazed genius before her. She expected the slight girl to be fidgeting or otherwise nervous as she waited. But, Mizuki saw in those pitted eyes the same insane determination she’d seen this morning. No one had told this girl what was or wasn’t permitted So, she’d done the inconceivable.
“This will work.” Mizuki said.
“I know, mistress. I have the device built inside!” The overwhelmed girl exclaimed.
Mizuki didn’t wait a moment longer. This would give her everything she’d ever thought she wanted. She nearly broke down the double doors into the lab, the excited blonde trailing behind.
Mizuki was greeted by another scientist, who seemed to be expecting an angry demi-god to storm into her lab.
“We told her it wouldn’t… work….” Mizuki’s cold stair could freeze lava, and the scientist wilted before it, barely able to get out a whisper “mistress” before she fell silent.
“This way, mistress” the bubbling blonde with the pitted eyes couldn’t contain herself as she nearly sprinted to the Transdimensional Transfer Device she’d apparently rigged out of what little resources the other scientists had allotted her doomed project.
Mizuki was so rarely impressed. Sure, if she’d spend time working on something like this, instead of constantly fucking a planet full of wanton whores, she could have come up with such a device. But, still, she found herself impressed by this blue eyed girl. She decided to do something she’d literally never done before.
“What is your name, girl?” She asked the girl with the interesting eyes.
Surprised the girl could only whisper, “Lisa”
Mizuki nodded, and walked into the machine. “No mistress! It’ll not work!” was the last thing she heard from the other insubordinate scientists as Lisa flipped the switch.
Not even Mizuki could withstand the sensation that followed. The huge futanari amazon fell to her knees as blue fire enveloped her. The power seemed to form runes of pure energy that danced across her tan skin. The power took the form of blue body markings that merged perfectly into her skin, glowing and pulsing to the beat of her heart. Mizuki felt almost as if these runes were restricting something, as if they were trying to hold her back instead of propel her forward. As if they’d always been there and only now, when they were needed the most, were letting themselves be seen.
She remembered her dream.
The Transdimensional Transfer Device ripped itself apart as the flaming futanari goddess emerged, emitting an indigo luminescence. Scintillating blue runes of cerulean flame pulsated in time with the deity’s heart.
The blonde with the pitted eyes squealed in delight, while all others stood agog. Mizuki looked at the naysayer that had met her at the door, and instantly drained the cowering scientist/slave of everything she was or ever would be.
Even a being like Mizuki was elated by the first feeling of absorbing five-times a lesser creature’s whole being. The feeling was beyond pleasure and pain, pure uncut sensation. In that moment all the woman would ever be became Mizuki. The smaller woman becoming a dry husk as she disappeared, while the already monstrous Mizuki flagrantly expanded. The outrageous proportions of her scandalous body amplifying with the influx of mass and might.
It was mere moments, but seemed like lifetimes of pleasure for the futa. Mizuki suddenly gained over 650 pounds (~300 kg) of her own perfection. Finally, a new sensation she could indulge in: draining others as she become a futa giantess. One person’s essence was all it took to almost double her already prodigious form. Yet, it wasn’t enough. She needed a dick that would cause a 100-meter (328 ft) redwood to wilt in shame.
Mizuki needed to become more .
Her head was near the 10-foot ceiling, as the other scientist where fleeing from the glowing goddess. “Stop,” said Mizuki in a commanding voice that would being armies to their knees. The scuttling scientists froze and abased themselves.
Mizuki wanted to savor this. “Follow me,” she absolutely commanded as she walked through the nearest wall to get to the largest room in the mega-palace, her statue room.
This opulent room was filled with splendid statues of Mizuki Nagano. Of all sizes and material, Mizuki mused many where much too small. She looked down one that had been life sized moments before and let out a laugh that shattered one of the crystal monuments. At the center of this mile-high room (1,600m) was the mile-high statue of Mizuki Nagano. It’s 720 ft (220m) foot was crushing an iron Earth replica. Mizuki always liked looking up at the vast haughty face that only her perfect eyes could truly behold a mile up. But, now she wanted to look herself in the eyes.
Mizuki glanced back at the trailing scientists that had so recently earned her ire by trying to deny her Lisa’s device. She could see the blonde with the interesting blue eyes in the back. She would be spared what came next.
Because of the square-cube law , gaining ~5,270 feet would mean she’d have to gain a power of three times that in mass. A trivial (for her) calculation revealed she’d end up weighting over 85 billion pounds (38.5 billion kg). As impossible as that might seem, even at the 5 times ratio she’d need to absorb around 140 million slaves. But, Mizuki decided she’d start with the sixteen scientists before her.
The scientists had been in a trance watching their capricious mistress contemplate the massive monument to her magnificence before them. Some of Mizuki’s other servants had started to clean the rubble already. Those in charge of Mizuki-clean-up duty were somewhat jaded to her randomized acts of epic hedonism. Even her growing 3 feet seemed not to phase them as they were used to dealing with the futanari goddess on a daily basis. Mizuki wondered what it meant that even some of her mortal slaves had become seemingly disinterested by her legendary wantonness. Regardless, Mizuki new today would be different. Her blue runes glowed ominously.
The scientists seemed to instinctually sense danger, but nothing could sway their doom. Far, far too late they turned as if to run. The blue glow from Mizuki’s azure tattoos reached them first. The unfortunates waned as Mizuki waxed ever larger. Their current, past, and future selves flowed into the already massive being. Every possibility of their selves being absorbed by the fifth dimensional nature of the Transdimensional Transfer. Together, they weighed almost a ton, and so added 5 tons (4500 kg) to the growing god.
Without restraint, Mizuki caused statues to overturn and crush in an overabundance of futa flesh as she absorbed all the other scientists, sparing only Lisa. The blonde was silent witness as Mizuki grew to over 25 feet (7m). Her massive member 10 feet (3m) of prodigious meat before the swelling bulk of the bulging futanari giantess. This pulsating pinnacle of power weighed more than Mizuki had moments ago. Her balls man-sized sacks of perfected potency.
The blossoming goddess’s changes weren’t limited to mere physicality. The memories and intelligence of her victims also was multiple and added to Mizuki’s already superhuman mind. Her depthless eyes radiated an azure light as all the secrets 16 super-scientists could have possibly unlocked in a lifetime of dedication were unraveled for the futa goddess in mere moments. She smiled in the delight of enlightenment playing across her metahuman synapses. She realized to truly reach her goal of mile-high height and super-density, it would take more than two-hundred million lives. The forbidden knowledge thrilled her.
The rumble of her transcendent voice vibrated the most primordial of instincts to all that heard it. “To me, slaves,” was all Mizuki needed to say. Over twenty thousand souls worked in Mizuki’s mega palace. And, they all came at their sadistic mistress’s call. To refuses would have been unthinkable.
Ultramarine fire raced across the creature’s ever-expanding skin as the potential of those chattel were absorbed. Each sacrifice willfully throwing itself on the raging sapphire pyre of Mizuki’s unbound debauchery. The sensual sensation was distilled pleasure, and haughtily ever-expanding laughter filled all available space. Soul after soul was despoiled and consumed in the stygian inferno of Mizuki’s hedonistic holocaust. 20,000 lives, about 2,500,000 pounds (~1,000,000 kg) of feminine flesh was multiplied by 5 and converted to into this egregious parody of a person. 12,500,000 pounds of power and potency transformed Mizuki Nagano into a mountainous 250 foot-tall (76m) hyper-dense titan. But, her mind was vaster still and part of it briefly lamented Lisa’s fate. But, then the hyper- conciseness moved on to weightier matters: Endless Pleasure for Mizuki Nagano.
Such was Mizuki’s flagrant bulk, prodigious size, and inordinate intellect it was unimaginable to call the over-massive creature of raw strength and dominance anything besides a God of Sex and Sadism. To even suggest something of such horrific expanding size, power, and understanding could once have been human seemed to mock the very idea of mortality. Reality seemed to palpitate around the pulsating divine being.
Yet, her menacing penis and overstuffed package were even more terrible. Over one-hundred feet (30m) of veiny pulsating phallus towered atop fleshy sphere’s larger than city buses. They swelled with potent semi-sentient sperm. So vigorous were the semen, they could be heard moving within the quivering corpulent sacks. Each oversized reproductive cell wanting nothing more to impregnate a mortal with the next generation of super-sluts. As single drop could create a legion of new perfected bimbo sex-slaves for Mizuki, and liters of the stuff were already leaking out of her twitching king-size cock.
The maleficent sparking eyes of the sex deity scanned the mega-room. She’d absorbed her slaves without restraint, overindulging the sensation of becoming more. But, now her meat needed release. Her vital semen begging to be unleased to fulfill their reproductive imperative, yet all that stood before her were lifeless monuments to her old, smaller self. Most of the statues were now miniscule compared to the skyscraping Mizuki, but the mile-high one still towered 5,000 ft above the towering god. Despite its size, it was a poor imitation of her current majesty.
Mizuki shrugged her tremendous shoulders, lamenting the loss of her slaves. However, on this subjugated world, masturbation was, after all, a sacred rite for her alone. So, Mizuki proceed to rape ever inch of her statues, leaving only the center one untouched. Her juggernaut of a dick slamming through cold stone and steel with equal ease. Diamonds shattered under the weight of her lust, as marble was reduced to fine powder. The sparkling rainbow hue of her superlative auburn hair framed these vile acts of the violent god.
It had taken uncountable man-hours to create these flawless monuments to Mizuki Nagano, but less than an hour for her to utterly desecrate them. Impulsively, she tore through them with her godly battering-ram. Her near-infinite mind set only on overindulgence and instant-gratification. Viral sensation her only deific thought.
Countless mega-gallons (4 million liters) of zealous cum poured out of the masturbating goddess. Semi-sentient sperm swimming in all directions to find victims to hyper-impregnate. But, such long-term planning was moot. Mizuki would strip-mine this world for every ounce of sensation she could wring from its subjugated carcass. She needed to exponentially experience more, faster . The world would pay the price for her uncontrollable desire and inordinate demands. All would be consumed as Mizuki Nagano murdered restraint.
“But, first I need to be able to skull-fuck you,” she boomed up at the 5280 ft statue before her. The tera-decibels of her voice almost causing the now fragile-seeming mega-statue to shatter, and did cause the mega-palace’s walls to blown-out, collapsing the mindboggling structure around the sex-god. “It makes me almost regret having you commissioned,” she said with a mock-pout on her perfected visage. The sound of her imperious voice further wrecking the shattered landscape.
Mizuki swaggered away from the only remaining monument in the total devastation that had been her seat of power over this ravaged world. But, that despotic rule was just the prelude. The narcissistic goddess’s true domination of the planet had just begun.
While only twenty thousand slaves had worked directly in her mega-home, a city of 18 million (twice the size of New York city) had been built around the bustling economy of serving Mizuki Nagano. The whole world slaved for her, and all those resources needed to be processed before making their final journey into the black-hole of debauchery that had been her mega-palace. But, now Mizuki would be cutting out the middle-slaves, and supping on all the world could offer her directly. She, personally, had become the black-hole of debauchery, taking all and giving nothing back.
With eyes like laser-blue lighthouses, she surveyed the bustling metropolis. Her superhuman sense understood all the denizens of this place had already been hyper-impregnate from her mythical masturbation session. It was a shame that crop of super-sluts would never be reaped, for this world was about to be razed. You could sheer a sheep many times, but only skin in once. Mizuki would not be reaping the wombs of these seeded women, she would be skinning their very potential and ingesting their 5th dimensional selves.
Deciding to start with the traditional approach, the now 23-story futa giantess began a city-wide rampage.
Beautiful women that hadn’t quite made the cut of becoming her personal slaves fled as Mizuki’s footfalls shook the Earth. Others that laid eyes on the overinflated form of their eternal mistress fell into a lustful trance. Self-preservation losing to hyper-simulated sexual urges the perfected erotic tableau elicited from their feminine minds. The adulating bimbos were unable to keep their hand off themselves as they fell before the might of the Mizuki’s indomitable sex.
Whether they fell to their knees in animalistic lust, or fled in primal terror, millions were absorbed into the cobalt runes that covered Mizuki’s ever expanding being. Persona after persona, potential after potential become a paltry part of the ever broadening ego of Mizuki Nagano.
Raped buildings toppled; ravaged visages become empty as Mizuki took more than the city could give. She took its very potential. All it possibly could have been was drained into the void of Mizuki’s self-centered nihilism.
Eighteen million women, two billion four hundred million pounds of human flesh (1 Tg) was converted into twelve billion pounds (5 Tg) of Amazonian Futanari Giantess. Mizuki Nagano was now almost half a mile tall (~800m). The prodigious pillar between her legs was bigger than the Empire State Building, with a package to match.
At this size, she could walk from New York to Boston in about a thousand steps. But, she hadn’t walked 100 before she’d absorbed 18,000,000 more women from the suburbs of the city. Again because of the square cube law, nearly 2,000,000,000 pounds of slaves converted to 10,000,000,000 pounds of futa dominatrix only added ~330 ft (100m) to Mizuki’s super-dense super-sensual super-self. She was now almost a kilometer tall, but she felt as if it was taking more souls to give her less. It seemed even this sensation had diminishing returns.
As Mizuki surveyed the devastation she’d already wrought, she decided to accelerate her growth’s acceleration. A light jog quickly propelled her across the plundered continent. The exercise causing geometric progression of muscle gains across her ascended form. The growth potential of tens of billions adding to her behemothic flexing body. Her already ripped physique becoming more taught and dense than physically possible for anyone else. But, that was just from her light workout.
Her gait increasing with her height, she quickly met the mile-mark after absorbing about 1/5th of the continents human chattel. She quickly looped back to the 5280 ft statue that she’d promised to skull-fuck. It was the only standing structure in a cum blasted hellscape. Mizuki’s footfalls broke the Earth around her, as her perfected presence seemed to warp the very laws of physics. Her devouring of the 5th dimensional selves of hundreds of million women might have had reality breaking consequences even she couldn’t consider. But, she couldn’t have cared less as her bulk was propelled at the now eyelevel statue. The structure exploded into atoms before it seemed Mizuki even touched it with her world-shattering endlessly climaxing shaft. The exertion of her run made every part of her become more. Reality seemed to creak under the weight and density of this impossibly monstrous amazon as she effortlessly displaced more and more with her unstoppable enlargement.
As such, she couldn’t stop there. As ever, Mizuki Nagano needed more .
Ignoring the ground that sounded like a cracking frozen pond under her mass, Mizuki took off at a light trout (which at her size was over 10 miles a second). As she moved the goddess (now with a dick visible from space) absorbed a world’s worth of human lives. Her glowing runes strained against the impossible bulge of futa flesh as billions of lives were converted into one. Ten billion bodies amalgamating into one perfect being. The potential of a world becoming the actuality of an individual. Her runes sputtered and sparked against her proliferating flesh. Ten billion bodies were 1,300,000,000,000 pounds which become 6,500,000,000,000 pounds (~3,000 Tg) of Mizuki Nagano. She rose 20,000 ft (6 km).
This final act of overindulgent immoderate draining was clearly too much for the failing cerulean runes that had, in fact, been holding back Mizuki Nagano’s true power; her true infinite self. Those overwrought transdimensional chains exploded outward, taking this reality with them.
This dimension was depleted, devoured, and destroyed by this shard of Mizuki Nagano. As it was, this piece, this avatar, was reacceptance into the true omni-magnitude of Mizuki Nagano . This avatar re-remembered its purpose was to allow Mizuki to experience omni- increment once again. For, if you are already everything, how can you can become more? Only by becoming less can something like Mizuki Nagano make herself all, again. So, Mizuki allowed other realities to exist outside of her omni-magnitude, if only so she could ruminate them.
Mizuki Nagano savored the sensation of once again becoming all. For the moment she was sated. After all, becoming more seemed to be the one thing she could never truly tire of….
…Yet….
…Yet, she’d already done these countless times before. Each time trying to regain the novel sensation of the perfect time, which never came. Satiation ever a fleeing sensation to replaced again with her endless want; her bottomless need. As she seemed always to do, Mizuki Nagano regretted that this time hadn’t been drawn that last bit longer. Couldn’t it have just not ended this time, but have lasted endlessly? It seemed no matter how many times she commissioned a new reality to absorb, no matter how many universes she outgrew, it would ever be enough. More and more of her effort was being put to an increasing marginal feeling.
Oh well, maybe next time she’d find true satisfaction. There was, after all, always next time.