On the shore of the huge island under the name of Destinia: The land of twilight, a colossal figure could be seen rising from the infinities of the void that existed below, a head of familiar pink hair rising and growing without stopping surpassed the island in matter of seconds, a pair of monumental dark-skinned breasts supported by a bra that assimilated claws holding them from below bounced as she continued to rise, a bare abdomen left little or nothing to the imagination showing itself slightly padded, a darkened canyon that assimilated the navel of the creature, below that, a piece of dark cloth covered the pelvic area and still growing, two pillars of biblical proportions loomed shadow over the promised land. Following the process a pair of feet were left see, the little toe itself was just much more higher than the wonderful land of adventure and considering that is leaning from a lost floor down through the clouds is inconceivable seeing that it remains higher than the island. Abruptly it stopped, we had to lie down to make it possible to see the body up to the head. The figure with feminine curves of unimaginable distances that would steal the breath of any man were before our eyes.
The ground began to shake, we were crushed to the ground by the acceleration going up and up, the island reached the level just below her prominent bust and positioned itself in front of them. I tried to clear my mind of any strange thoughts by shaking my head and drawing my sword and raising it to the sky.
—Eye of war! Wield my sword of your heavenly power to defeat the threat in front of me!
Shining with a dark purple I lowered the edge full of mystical energy coming from my left eye, now without any PM remaining I made a horizontal cut forward, the cut at first glance did not seem to do anything but a white light was seen at the distance in the monster's huge hanging meat sacks. An enormous and sonorous explosion after another began to appear but to my surprise the explosions were drowned out by the rebound of these as they received my strongest attack leaving them without a single scratch, only a gust of wind that made us hold off the floor and a "Boing” sound effect.
—WHAT?!
—Aaaah, that tickled!
We were knocked down as the earth sped upwards once more stopping just above her unassuming cleavage, this allowed us to see a pair of crimson eyes and two upper fangs protruding from between her lips. I have seen that familiar shape countless times over the years.
—M-Monica?!
Even though I said that her skin color was different and even though her hair was the same as always only that darker, her features were slightly different, red paint tattoos were scattered all over her face and bust.
—Are these insignificant humans supposed to have come to defeat me?
We all covered our ears as fast as we could, the tone of her voice from this distance was so strong that it could easily make us deaf so I used a magic that I had learned on our journey.
—Sound cancellation, multiple!
A bubble of light covered us all, disappearing shortly after.
—Ooh, very smart of you Rac, I knew you'd understand why I included that ability! —Clapping a couple of times, she smiled.
Although hearing cancellation helped us to perceive the voice of Mroine in a more gentle way, the tremors generated by her applause crunched the earth, opening cracks in the floor that separated the land on which we were from the principal island. We began to fall into the void straight into the immense canyon that formed between both breasts.
—Wait a minute!
Stopping the descent we flattened ourselves against the ground as we felt we were going upwards until we were at eye level with her a few millimeters away from her perspective but for us, kilometers and kilometers of distance separated us from the planetary-grade eyeball. You could see the veins in the white part, its crimson iris that at this scale looked like a giant pool of lava and the black pupil in the center assimilating a black hole that could devour our souls. Holding the ground as tightly as I could I noticed something before everyone else. One blink was enough to send my entire team flying with the force of a typhoon, the fact of having unconsciously moved her eyelids caused the numerous HP bars in my vision to drop to 0 and subsequently disappear while with the enough strength and using a magic of weight gain and adhesion I could barely stay with my feet on the ground.
—NOOOOOOO!!!
—Whoops, it was an accident… teehee~
Seriously... saying it was an accident to have wiped out the strongest group in the entire region with a single blink… it was pathetic and put me in perspective.
—Anyway, that leaves us alone just as I wanted.
Although her mouth was much lower I could feel the vibrations of her voice crash against the transparent energy bubble that protected me from the deafening sonic waves that could split my eardrums.
—You... Were you the god of destruction?
—You didn't suspect it? Why don't you try rearranging the name?
—Huh?
Thinking about it, Mroine Idceal always struck me as a rather odd name even within the realm of medieval fantasy.
—Mixing the first three letters of my name with the three of my last name, Monica Riedel, you get the following: M-R-O-I-N-E, one of my first name and one of my last name, the same with the last name but with the last three of both, I-D-C-E-A-L.
—IS THE NAME OF THE GOD OF DESTRUCTION AN ANAGRAM OF MONICA RIEDEL?!
Although that does not surprise me at all, she usually does that kind of thing and certainly Monica is much scarier than any demon king or multiversal malevolent entity, this part that takes my breath away and is capable of ending the world's hero with much less than a sigh is only a tiny fragment of her creativity.
—The names of the others were also anagrams by the way.
—That's why they sounded familiar to me...
Resting my left hand on my knee, I got up taking a haughty position and plucked up my courage, pointing my beloved sword at the colossal monster before me.
—I, Raklix Racnor, will finish wit-
—Wait a moment, you no longer have to act… evaluate the situation carefully.
Looking from side to side I noticed that a life bar replaced the place of the old and full XP bar with the name "Mroine Idceal" on it was no numerical value, only the symbol of a horizontal 8.
—Infinite!?
—Yup, basically I’m immortal.
—And how am I supposed to defeat you!?
—Wait, it's not over yet.
In my vision appeared, I suppose for the last time, an exclamation point that preceded the following text:
“Skill unlocked: Ethereal eye of strict judgment”
Quickly going into my inventory to see its description, I found a particular skill.
“Ethereal eye of strict judgment: Unleash the dark power of your sealed eye to transcend divine force and heavenly judgment, this ability can only be used once. Sacrificing the eye of the user has a 50% chance to inflict infinite damage and 50% chance to be harmless, luck will decide your fate so you must trust”
Like stone I was speechless for a moment until I decided to throw it all out the window. Flapping the black cape with my left hand I used my right to free the eye from the seal of my patch and my long hair, emitting an unmatched light that pierced time and space in front of me and still being imperceptible to the girl with dark skin, scarlet claws, sharp fangs and challenging and effulgent sight.
—I command you to finish with the enemy in front of me! Ethereal eye of strict judgment!
Letting out a light that illuminated the entire sky and the surroundings, my eye was torn from me, even without feeling pain I partially lost my visibility. When the moment for the attack to be performed arrived, everything paralyzed to me; this would define the course... no, it would define the outcome of the battle, will the hero of the legends win? Or the terrible dark god who banished the kings of heaven and threatened the entire world with a cataclysm spoken of in the prophecies? The answer is…
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—Graaaaaa!!
—I did it!?
Writhing, the creature began to shout incomprehensible words, brutal squeaks that if not were thanks to the sound mitigation it would have lowered my HP in a good amount. The rising hope slowly turned into a chill that crept up my spine lingering there when I heard her screams of pain progressively turn to laughter and her HP bar remaining as it was; I froze.
—Sad, better luck next time.
Having partially lost my vision I knelt with a dramatic feeling and the tension of a fictional week building in my heart, would it be enough to defeat her? Would all this be worth it? No, that was the final answer, not even the hero of the world could do absolutely nothing against the demon of the stories that were used to prevent children from going out at night, the difference was clear not only in scales if not in absolute power. The sacrifice of my comrades, their hopes, dreams and desires were nothing but a cloud of dust until the disappearance with the intensity of a blink.
—So… about that punishment...
—What do you plan to do with me...?
All my surroundings darkened for a moment an instant later, a perfume made its way through my nostrils and looking around I noticed the place where I was; Monica's room. With my clothes having returned to normal I found myself on an immense sea of r03;r03;fabric, perspective was put into play realizing that everything was much larger than the last time my size was manipulated by her, so much that I could not reach to see the ceiling, the wall or even the furniture clearly beyond figures blurred due to distance. This became a completely different level.
Suddenly, series of tremors made act of appearance becoming stronger and stronger with each tremor that occurred, the spacing with which they were appreciated was clear and obvious to me, there is nothing in the world that sounds the same as that symphony of chaos which my ears are not only used to but in a way they enjoy. Opening an immense door, the uniform-wearing figure of Monica entered the room, closing it she walked towards where I am. In a completely different scale than the one I saw her last time in this room she had gained an impressive height.
—What a cute reward~
Paying the greatest attention to my surroundings to try to deduce where I was exactly I realized that I was in her bed but... what I cannot decipher is the reason for this cloth at my feet, moving my head from side to side I looked up to see who was hiding me under its shadow. Absolutely all the pieces fell into place when I accidentally glanced up her skirt.
—A two millimeters boy on my panties, that's a gift!
Feeling a little scared I tried to yell her name but she apparently couldn't hear my calls as she kept talking, interrupting me.
—If you're screaming you have to know that I can't hear you, I wanted to get into character. Now... as everything needs to be in balance we agreed to give you a prize if you managed to defeat me but since you were powerless against my demonic alter ego you will suffer the consequences, a great... no, a small but significant prize from me for myself and my efforts… one day with you in my panties!
I felt my throat dry when I tried to speak not finding the words to answer because even if I did, she wouldn’t pay any attention at all… no… it's not that she wouldn’t pay attention, is that she’s not even able to hear my pleas. That is my current level now, the difference between us is not based on her trying to make my life more difficult, it is that my own tiny existence erases all communication possibilities and leaves me at the mercy of the most daily actions that she can perform being able to finish me without even noticing that I disappeared under her shoe.
—And it is not worth escaping under the pretext that “I am pretty scared Monica!”, you know better than anyone that if I am going to do something like this I will make you invulnerable so you will not run any real danger, you have no excuse... and that’s the best of all! Hiahiahiahiahia!
Smiling and using her usual and tender “evil” laugh, Monica began to shed her uniform just like the last time I saw her doing it, starting with her skirt, following her blazer and throwing them to the ground along with her shirt, the only difference was that this time there was nothing under her skirt and she also got rid of her bra. Seeing such exposed and blurred curves with that size from kilometers away and appreciating her as she was brought into the world… I couldn't help but feel my member grow and form a bulge in my pants that I tried to drown with a false fear.
—Although... it may also be a reward for you but at this point it doesn't matter.
She moved her body traveling absurd distances with a slight movement and approaching the piece of white abandoned lingerie on the bed. She took it careful not to blow me away but still the tremors were remarkable and I could not remain on my foot without falling, I could only see how my destiny was decided by someone in whom I must have complete trust, otherwise I would go into a primitive panic that would take away my clear thought. Gulping a thick cluster of saliva that went down my throat I tensed my body while lying between the strips of fabric stretched for meters and meters watching what was happening.
First I descended to the point of seeing her feet suspended in the air, her breasts dangling and making indecent sounds as they collided with each other while she saw the crumb-person attempt in her whitish pantyhose. Both endless pillars rose and entered their respective holes which left me crawling up the center of her pelvic area. Without closing my eyes to appreciate this exotic opportunity from start to finish with all my senses, the light faded until I was locked in darkness. Crashing against the skin I was in the world of the materialized softness.
I was being pressed against her external labia, it was weird for me to build up those expectations with how occasionally reserved Monica is, it would have been weird if she had gone all out from the beginning, however, this was still absolutely exciting. My nose danced with joy at the smell and my body was delighted to feel the most private area of r03;r03;my girlfriend massaging and physically overwhelming me. Even though the air here should be very restricted I was able to breathe normally although all the scent from her vulva filled my lungs along with the pheromones that were killing my sanity.
—I hope you enjoy it as much as I am!
The strident sound of her vocal cords vibrating from above reached my imprisoned body unable to respond. Considering this she must have thought that receiving that information would serve to make me wallow more in my twisted emotions and thoughts around the sheer lust in which the skin of her outer lips made me drool.
The minutes passed and eventually turned into hours that I lived and felt exactly the same, the sweat accumulated in the small space between her panties and her lip went down and soaked me over time, I could feel her walking around the house doing any sorts of things while the very sound of her breasts colliding with each other resonated every so often, is she braless?
After a while the force exerted on my minimal figure by her tight panties pressed me from below even more against the flesh of her body.
—Ahhh, it has been a really unproductive day… throwing myself in my bed is pretty relaxing~
The whole weight of the hulking girl of almost a couple of kilometers crushed and rubbed me against her outer lips making me wonder deep inside if I would be able to endure the full weight of a monolithic body leaning on my fragile body of two millimeters without exploding. These thoughts and concerns were submerged under multiple layers of weight and cloudy mind created by the dense and musky odor laden with pheromones from the insides of her body. The bulge in my pants tried to grow and overcome the situation but the planetary weight being exerted on it gave it little or no opportunity to show its will.
—Are you alive? Or even conscious? Hmm... with that size my pheromones will be playing with your brain even though I haven't manipulated them this time, what does it feel like? That the simple intimate smell of your pretty girlfriend is more than enough to throw your thoughts off balance and defeat you. Sure it's a weird experience to say the least but you can't deny that you're enjoying it, hehe~
Certainly, even if I looked for holes in her arguments none of them were wrong... the feeling that I found attached to the fact that a mere smell and the weight of her body not only exceeded to physically disable me but also destroyed my reasoning, showed me that being indestructible does not inhibit me from the other consequences of being scarce in terms of size. It is a thing about mental toughness although I don't think I can train the mind to the point of simply ignoring the vast amount of sex hormones that are sprayed on me, all in what I can think of is my sex and hers ending up like a pathetic grain of sand for her who can barely think clearly.
I understood what the punishment was about, it was not the fact of throwing me in her panties, it was making me realize my insignificance and the absolute power she has after using a tiny part of her powers in me when she could even shrink me nanometer or micron level with ease.
In some part of my mind a fear was born accompanied by this realization; the concern of being overtaken by her powers, the fear of being constantly under her shadow along with the rest of the world and the universe that hangs from the chain around her neck resting between the two masses of fat and meat that comprise her chest paddling slightly from side to side with the most casual and imperceptible of her movements. A terror that did not consist of insecurity because despite being scared I had the assurance that she would never harm me, an ambivalent and twisted feeling took over my mind and my heart.
Understand that the only reason I can talk to her as equals and love her is because she wants to, because she undoubtedly loves me, what would happen if we broke up one day? If she gets really mad at me for something I do? What would become of me then? Is it a relationship based on fear? Do I love her for being the way she is, for her bright body or due to dread? I wanted to try to recreate the meaning behind these words despite all those were not the concerns in my head because I know that she respected my decisions, she respected my individuality as a human being and had an ethic capable of prevailing against the greatest and most terrifying power of history but I understand better than anything that if she had not absolute control over the relationship between her powers and her feelings this universe would have already been destroyed.
That was Monica Riedel's will, the psychological state to which she could subject someone with her mere existence.
I have… I have been completely defeated…
-Game Over-
“Will you give up so easily?”
Initializing alternative path...
“Even though it was a good ending for me... I can't afford to waste all of this, after all I did it all for you”.
Executing...
{Chapter 10b: A great celebration!}