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A powerful, well loved magician decides he wants to get his hand on a magical artifact that is said to give someone the power of the gods.

Let's see how that turns out.

M/Solo and M/f
Growth
Giant
Furry (Not the main character but still)
Godhood

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It had been quite a trip really. Finding this artifact had been one of the hardest things he had ever accomplished, but here it was, sitting in his hands. Eruza beamed as he twirled the phylactery in his hand.

The power of a God. He sighed, just flopping back onto his bed, kicking off his sandals as he looked around his room.

It wasn't like he was really lacking any power truly. He was the archmagister of one of the most respected colleges in the whole kingdom, one of the most proficient mages to ever live according to some reputable sources. His bed was rarely cold, he was rarely without friends, his life would be the envy of anyone around truthfully and he loved it but he always had a lust for more.

Most people brushed it aside when he mentioned it, said it was merely the byproduct of a person who had too much time on their hands or too great of a desire to succeed but deep down he knew it was a bit more... personal, than any of that.

Magic, his power, had always excited him. He didn't just enjoy the sensation of adulation, of people praising him and thanking him for all the good work he did and the things he taught he, well... got off on it.

Even now he felt his loins stir as he remembered the last time he had defeated a rampaging basilisk in town. The people carried him throughout the city that day on a sedan, an impromptu parade. He had taken it humbly of course, but even now he longed for that treatment again. He didn't want to just be loved, he wanted to be worshipped.

He wanted his good deeds to inspire people to greatness, to let them live vicariously through him. But more importantly, he wanted them to thank him for being an inspiration. Maybe plant a kiss on his feet, annoint his body in oils...

His mind raced as he couldn't help but chuckle to himself, looking back at the swirling white light inside of that phylactery.

"So, this is it I suppose. No use in turning back now..."

He smiled wide and pressed his finger into the latch of the phylactery. Without any hesitation the top sprang upon, causing him to jump back a bit, startled, dropping the phylactery to the ground as the white light rushed out of it and poured into him.

"W-wha-..."

He hadn't anticipated this. He figured it must have been a beverage, some form of liquid by the way it swirled. But as he watched it whisk around his legs and felt it buffet against his face and nose, he could tell that the this was much more of a gas, and had he not known any better, one with a mind of its own, considering it was actively seeking out ways to get inside of him.

He inhaled, and felt a rush, almost as if he'd breathed in a spice. Like... cinnamon, almost, except across his entire body. This quickly transferred to a not altogether unpleasant sensation similar to a limb waking up from being numb, Eruza just sort of grinning as he watched it play across his skin, from his arms down to the gentle hump of his stomach, down to the tips of his soft feet.

Eruza exhaled, and felt that sensation leave him but, truthfully, felt in no way else different. He snorted, looking down at the phylactery on the floor, confused. He knew it was a legitimate artifact, he was well aware of the stories behind it. People who had come into contact with this thing were entities that ruled nations. That moved the platform of generations, that united worlds. He felt none of that. He felt, if anything, somewhat hungry.

He sighed, rubbing his temple, just hoping that it was perhaps time release as he heard his assistant knock.

"Come in!"

 

His favorite assistant Denora came in, the beautiful huskette that got him his food, vetted his visitors, tidied up the place and, he thought with a smile, one of the girls who had kept his bed warm from time to time.

Denora blushed as she saw him sitting on his bed, giving a little bow. "I hope I didn't wake you magister."

"Hmm? Oh, no, I was simply sitting is all. What is it?"

"I just came in to ask how you were, and when perhaps you would want your evening meal? I knew you had gotten your artifact..."

She stopped as she seemed to spot the empty phylactery on the floor, smiling as she looked back at him.

"Ah! So you used it! Any developments?"

"Mmm. None so far. Slightly hungry, but perhaps it just needs a trigger."

"A trigger?"

"A source to activate it, you know? It is the power of a god but perhaps it needs to know that I'm worthy of owning it first?"

"Who would be worthier than the archmagister? The most powerful mage in the land, savior of the kingdom twenty times over? There is a reason I gave this top priority to your staff, you not only deserve to have such a gift but we NEED you to have this gift."

Eruza smiled, his loins stirring again, though he felt something a bit different as well, a rising heat within him as she spoke. Eruza almost subconsciously leaned forward as he beckoned her forward.

"Mmm, go on with that honeyed tongue~."

"Hmm? H-honeyed? No I think you have me mistaken. I'm not trying to flatter, t-though you know how much I like you..."

Eruza grinned as the huskette blushed, and just looked down at the floor, Eruza just noticing that heat building.

"Is it getting warm in here?"

"Hmm? N-no I actually think its quite nice in your room. Perhaps you'd like me to open a window?"

Eruza grinned. "No. What I'd like you to do is show me how much you appreciate me."

"I-I beg your pardon?"

"If you think I deserved that power so much, that you needed my aid to keep the kingdom safe... perhaps a dress rehearsal for next time I win the adoration of the kingdom?"

Denora just laughed, shaking her head. "You want me to gather a parade for you dear?"

Eruza chuckled "Would be a nice start. Though perhaps something a bit more... personal."

Denora blushed, and grinned over at him, turning and just shutting the door and latching it behind her.

"So dinner will be postponed I imagine."

"Mmm. I don't know, you look like exactly the type of course I need right now."

Denora giggled at that. "I ought to walk out on you for jokes like that."

"But you won't~."

"But I won't~"

Denora winked and let her dress fall to the floor. Eruza just sighed happily, loins more than stirring now as he looked over her gorgeous form.

"Start with my feet."

"What?"

"Mmm, kiss my feet. Your new God likes it~."

Denora gave him a look, before shrugging and getting down on her knees, smiling as she just ran a tongue across Eruza's soft human foot.

"Now tell me again why you worked so hard to get me this phylactery."

"Because I need a God like you. This kingdom needs a God like you... so caring and giving and so... god damn hot..."

Eruza seconded that motion as that heat just seemed to rush through him, Eruza grunting as he felt it stinging across his flesh.

"W-whats wrong?"

"I-I don't know I feel..."

Eruza grinned as that burning sensation relieved itself, back into that sensation you feel after your limb awakens.

"I-I feel it working... Quick, tell me more!"

Denora paused for a moment, not sure what he meant, before gasping.

"O-oh! You think...?"

"Yes! Tell me more please!"

"Uh... W-we need a God like you because no other person alive could defend us against the threats of the kingdom. We should worship the ground you walk on, anoint your body in precious oils and make temples to your very being!"

Eruza blinked, and even Denora seemed a bit startled by her sudden outburst, before Eruza just grunted loudly, and proudly.

"Oooh yes...~"

"Dear?"

"Mmm... its working...~"

"D-dear you are.."

"Oooh..."

Eruza knew exactly what was happening as his body just pulsated. Thick strands of power, bloated more than any magic spell had ever given him flew through his body like they were alive. He had never felt such power before, such untapped potential. There was so much of it and yet, so few strands were his to play with. He grinned as mentally he grabbed one out of thin air and devoured it, scarfing it down hungrily, needily.

 

Within seconds he felt his body surge, and heard his muscles crack. Perhaps this was merely a side effect of the power, or perhaps this was the power itself. Either way he was loving it, looking down at his confused assistant, grinning at her as he watched his body morph and start to grow.

"Hah! I don't think I can hold the power I need in a body so small. Why don't you help me grow into my new abilities dear~?"

Denora whined as she bite her bottom lip, grinning as she looked up just in time for Eruza's pants to just disintegrate. Now at almost ten feet tall, Eruza just grunted as he looked down at his throbbing member, easily the size of one of Denora's arms, if not bigger. He was surging fast, but he felt so small. There was so much more to have!

Without any further prompting, Denora reached up and kissed Eruza's shaft, sending a shock of pleasure through Eruza's body as he moaned.

"Oooh y-yes..."

"Mmm, I may not have my anointed oils on me but I think I can still fix this growing issue between your legs. My godly hunk of a man~."

Eruza shivered as another surge hit him, bumping his head into the roof as she spoke. It was only a matter of time before his bed just gave up, snapping under him, the entire thing like a dream, the massive sound of blood rushing through his growing body just out doing any other sound at this point, and his brain fixated on only one thing: unlocking the rest of those strands.

"Please... stroke me dear, get me off so I can get out of this cage and show the kingdom their new savior...~"

He heard Denora whine through the sound of rushing blood. He had not even considered how much she might want this too, how eager she would be, but as he felt her tongue lap across his sensitive flesh, and felt her hands play across his shaft like it was an idol made manifest, he knew his dream was shared with at least one other soul. Enough for now to unlock increasingly large strands of the Phylactery's power.

"Yes. Tell me more dear, please!"

"Nothing will be able to stop you... mmm..." She paused to plant a kiss across his shaft again, right as Eruza grunted, another strand of power snapped out of his body, and devoured into him, causing another surge in his physical form.

"N-nothing will be able to stop you and your growing power. Even your mortal body was not enough to hold on to your divine essence, and as it grow so will you I hope. So everyone in the city can feed you..." Eruza smiled at that.

"And anoint you..." Eruza grunted at that.

"And kiss across your divine skin...~" Eruza grunted at that as he felt his orgasm coming.

"M-make way...~!"

Denora yelped as Eruza's cannon fired, shooting seed across the room as he sighed, feeling that thick release flooding across his shrinking room, a wide smile on his face as he knew this sensation of pleasure was only the beginning.

Mid orgasm he was forced to focus though through hazy eyes as his mansion was becoming too small for him. With ease he simply snapped his fingers, the mansion too expensive to merely bust through regardless of the spectacle, and both he and Denora just appearing on his front lawn, naked and with at least one of them making one hell of a mess.

"O-Eruza!"

"Yes my little acolyte?"

"W-what... why are we outside!"

"Because dearest, I'm not stopping." Eruza licked his lips as his orgasm flared out, leaving quite the puddle in his front lawn as well as he just laughed, standing up, and stretching out his twenty foot tall body, much to Denora's surprise.

"I'm never stopping.~"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

It had been three days since he had become a god. Eruza grinned as he grabbed another roasted pig, flicking it into his mouth like a grape, the whole pig going down in a single bite and a low gulp. He sighed, lazing in the middle of the city square. All told he had more intimidated the townsfolk than truly converted them yet, but even so he stood a cool seventy feet tall, a few more of those strands having been devoured as others slowly came to realize his powers.

However, he had heard through whispers that that might change today. For a Dark Knight of the Underworld, a man only known by the name Gregor of Styx had been rampaging through the countryside. Eruza at first was worried about his chances. He had not yet truly become a God, at least to his knowledge, the power in him still somewhat limited by the disappointing response he had received from a more frightened than reverent city folk. However throughout the day he had tested the limits of his fledging power, growing grapes to his size, snapping his fingers and watching fishing boats come in with fully stocked nets. Not only was it entertaining to test his abilities but more than a few of his recent converts came from this small deeds.

He figured with his archmagister powers, and his new latent ones, he stood a chance against Gregor. And who else but a night from Hell could show these people what a true God looked like when Eruza stood on Gregor's crushed body?

With that thought, alarms began to sound, the timing almost too perfect for Eruza to believe at first but as they continued he began to smile, standing up and stretching, his loincloth, silk and made for him by one of his few converts, just swaying in the breeze as he made careful steps towards the edge of the city. He had made sure his first powerful act was to make his steps harmless to any person that he accidentally tread upon, rendering a protective shield over them that even his own footfalls could not break. However, houses were... still a bit more than he could do. As a few broken roofs could attest to.

Still, such small damages couldn't compare to what this rampaging hellion and his fellow warriors were planning to do to the city. They had come, much as any other minion of the underworld, to fill it with new fresh faces. Eruza surmised it must be for the same reason he wished for new blood, to fuel his own growing power from worship.

If that was the case, then Eruza would stand in front of this minion of a growing God and show him to whom this land belonged to.

"Master!"

Eruza turned, seeing Denora running towards him.

"It's confirmed, it is Gregor. Do... Do you know you can defeat him?"

"I am fairly confident yes." Eruza smiled, though truthfully he was only guessing.

"I've heard he destroyed the armies of the Duke single handedly, and defeated the King's Champion in single combat in mere seconds. He is no ordinary creature!"

Eruza sighed, and just grinned down to Denora.

"Neither am I.~"

Denora blushed, before leaning in and kissing the big toe of Eruza.

"Stay safe. The kingdom is watching. Give them a God to believe in.~"

Eruza nodded and walked towards the gate with a confident stride. He saw across the gate an army of some thousands, and leading it, a man who stood some ten feet tall, standing in demonic armor, weilding a pike that must have been twice even his size, a tall enough pike to give Eruza even a shiver.

"MEN OF THE HIGH CASTLE! I am Gregor of Styx. My master has commanded that I come before you to cull the cattle for his own use! You will come to know pain before you learn servitude and respect, for your souls shall empower the lord of Hell!"

"Oh? So you must be the one I have heard so much about..."

Eruza grinned as he leaned against the city gates, using his powers to lighten him a bit to keep the structure from crumbling.

"And who might you be giant? You appear to be the first soldier worth his weight! And weight you have! HAH!"

Eruza grimaced, looking down at his soft gut. Nothing fat, but merely... soft. It is after all what comes from having suckling pigs as an appetizer. He sighed, and looked out at the field of warriors laughing at that all so funny joke.

"My weight is not what should concern you Gregor. Your God lays claim to this town? Well you have moved too slow. I protect this city from invaders for the true owner of this city and the precious souls within is me.~"

"You? Hah! Another wanna be God? I've destroyed many of you all before me. By whose right have you ascended? Let me guess, you are a mage who found the secret to godhood and believe yourself transcended?"

Eruza grimaced at that, before simply chuckling, brushing the eeirely close guess off as his eyes glowed, licking his lips.

"Come, and see."

Gregor lifted a horn and blew, and Eruza watched as the thousand warriors of Hell rushed his walls. The soldiers of the city had been called in, many of them making ready against the walls he had been leaning against, more than a few of them happy to at least see the archmagister in their presence, even if they didn't believe the God business.

Eruza had plans for all of them however. With a snap of the finger the army behind Gregor found themselves tied by a vicious sea of spiraling tendrils, grass tentacles that stripped them of armor, of weapons, of gear, before wrapping around them entirely, locking them in singular prisons. Some managed to hack their way through, in fact a good two or three hundred managed to not be caught by surprise, and Gregor merely plowed through, the tendrils finding no purchase on him.

He is protected. Eruza thought, cursing silently under his breath. Of course, the magic of a fellow God protects him...

Eruza thought quickly as he watched arrows fly, mostly aiming at those not helpless and unarmored, focusing on those still barreling towards the city gates.

Eruza grinned he may be protected against direct magical incursions but... perhaps...

Eruza focused on those arrows, and wrote a quick glyph in the air that glowed with arcane power. The arrows ceased movement at first, the soldiers looking up at Eruza as if about to protest, before at once, in a horrifying CRACK the arrows of a hundred arrows snapped through the sound barrier. Eruza grinned ecstatically as he watched each arrow smash against Gregor's armor, each bit of it smashing bits of it off of him, making even the Champion of Hell curse. However even a hundred arrows were not enough.

"Ballistae!" Eruza shouted, pointing to the nearby ballista battery as it aimed for Gregor. He need give no other signal as the bolts flew... only to once again stop. Eruza focused, grabbing the strands of godly power he had devoured thus far and let them fly in his mind. He watched as the ballista bolts started to glow, and then started to rifle in mid air, seeming to lit with a holy fire.

"Gregor! Send your liege my regards!"

He heard Gregor shout as he lowered his pike to smash into the gates to the city, seconds before the ballista bolts shouted for him. The speed of the bolts were as such that men were blasted off the wall, only to land protected and unharmed by Eruza's magic to the city floor below. The sound of the crashing bolts was enough to cause even Eruza's own ears to ring.

And as they smashed into Gregor, he heard him scream, before a dark light encompassed him. For a moment, the bolt's light and this new, dark light clashed, before cracks turned into shattering shelves in the black magic's embrace, light screaming into Gregor as well as the bolts.

 

Eruza grinned mightily as he watched, but caught himself as he saw a black hand grab Gregor seconds before the damage could be truly done, dragging him back to the safety of another realm.

Cursing, he looked around to see if Gregor might reappear, or perhaps worst his villainous liege. However, after a moments silence, a cheer went up across the wall, and Eruza looked out to see the army of a thousand placing down their arms. Not a one crashed into the wall, not a one had even been killed in the single minded attack on Gregor himself.

Eruza smiled "Send them to me.~"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Eruza had to stay outside of town now. His power was such that nothing he did harmed anyone unless he directly wished it too, but the sheer size of his body now was such that an accidental change, a drop of sweat, a rise in body heat, was enough to potentially cause problems.

Or, as he was doing now, him attempting to slack his lust.

Eruza grunted as he stroked across his mighty shaft, licking his lips as he couldn't help but think of how much power flowed through him. Days ago he had fought against the army of Gregor, sending Gregor back to the pit of Hell that spawned him. The army it seemed was mere recruits, lesser demonic entities and even some mortals, champions of other cities all drawn towards Gregor's promises of eternal power. It seems that after Gregor was banished, none of them wanted to incur the wrath of his destroyer, and thus immediately pledged themselves to Eruza's service.

And so did the entire city.

He had a LOT of fun that night, reveling with the city and watching himself grow bigger, and stronger, body growing fat with the power of the gods inside of him. He still felt a few tantalizing close but out of his grasp, but standing now at what had to be two thousand feet, he was momentarily content... albeit entirely too pent up from the experience.

"M-master?"

Eruza grunted as his eyes opened, noticing a crowd being led by Denora, Eruza blushing. He still hadn't quite gotten used to the fact that his needs, all of them, could be seen and observed by the city folk at large.

"S-shall we help you with your desires Master?"

Eruza grinned, licking his lips down at Denora and the assembled men and women of town.

"Mmm... be my guest. Denora shall come with me, the rest of you make busy at my feet.~"

They nodded, and Eruza couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it, cock still throbbing in his hand.

"Now...you little lady. You got me into this mess. Perhaps you can have a hand in fixing it?"

Denora giggled as she was plucked up by Eruza, a quick word of power encompassing the Huskette in a shield of power thick enough to block anything he could imagine. With that, he grinned, and placed her against his shaft.

"Mmm... without your first worship none of this would have been possible dear. So I've been thinking..."

Denora remained silent, though Eruza could feel her licking and rubbing against his mighty shaft as she lay there, elliciting a drool of pre to cascade gently down his tip.

"Ah... I was thinking perhaps you wouldn't mind being my High Priestess? Building my first temples, spreading the word of my deeds far and wide."

Eruza licked his lips as he started to pump, just imagining what he'd be like were the entire world to bow at his every movement.

"Aaah... I want to make sure this world is protected from any God that dare try to destroy it. You all are mine to defend, and mine to protect from now on. But I will need your undying love in order to fuel my further power...~"

Denora again remained silent, but Eruza could still feel her working on him.

"Mmpf... I will take your worship as a yes dear. Now hang on...~!"

He could feel the others at his feet, and before he became lost in pleasure he spoke a simple word to protect them all as well. He felt the soft cool touch of oils against his foot and just felt his body shiver at the thought of forty, fifty, sixty people working diligently across his foot even as he stroked himself, even as he relieved himself of the severe turn on this whole thing was.

And yet with a grin, as he felt the first of what he knew were bound to be multiple orgasms, he wanted more. As his eyes closed to day dream, he saw himself standing on the top of the world. Toe each the size of cities and lording over the planet as its divine protector. He saw each city with a statue of him emblazoned with gold and jewels,each one shimmering in the light of his divine presence, all of them focusing on him.

He couldn't help but whine as he felt his shaft burst, shuttling cum across the landscape behind him, harmlessly landing in globs in a farmers field, thick ropes running down it and into the roads and rivers leading out of the city. They would be lying if they said this wasn't a common enough occurrence, and they knew he'd quickly fix it for them.

Still many simply stopped, eyes wide at the sight of their new God, stroking himself with his most loved disciple, a growing crowd anointing him, and couldn't help but notice his body glowing, and starting to rise, starting to grow once more as Eruza's big grin only broke to mouth:

"Mmm... more~..."

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