Draconic ascension

by Pyromania   

A kobold grows into a god whose strength and ego become too large to fit in our reality.

The faint glints of sunlight poured through the cragged rocks above Gar-gar as he took a brief breath with the lingering bits of charcoal in minerals surrounding him. Just as he inhaled, a shard of nitrate fell into his throat, leaving Gar-gar to hack up the salty chunks. He worriedly brushed himself off, worrying if anyone saw him before finally stretching his tail out as far as he could in his hole before stepping out. He glanced around himself, watching the faint sun in the distance fall beneath the shadow of a great wingspan.

Runt. Weak. Lesser Kobold.

I can’t even breathe right… Thoughts swarmed his mind as he could only watch everyone from afar, not even the other kobolds from his clutch would spare him a single glance. All his life, he’s been towered over, trampled upon and disregarded. The only solace he could find was digging his hole a little deeper each night, away from everyone else.

Just as he emerged, a foot nearly crushed him, inches from his face as it crashed into the earth below him. The surely kobold above Gar-gar didn’t even look his way, “Pfft, watch it, runt.”

Gar-gar crumbled as he flinched, nearly falling back into his hovel. His maw parted, trying to form words, but he couldn’t. His eyes were starting to water as the kobold before him moved on without so much as a breath. Several rocks fell into his scaled body as the hovel trembled in fear with him.

Brushing away his tears with his arm, Gar-gar scooped up a single red scale from his hole, I can’t take this anymore… I gotta get out of here… Nobody will even look at me anymore… Can I even prove myself like this, hiding in my hole?

He glanced at the fading sunlight above him, still washed out by the flight of several dragons in the sky. All those dragons… and I’m hardly even a kobold… A small sigh escaped him as his thoughts continued to fester, Will anyone even notice if I leave? Will anyone care?

Not bothering with a second thought, Gar-gar crawled out of his hovel, slinking about the cragged features as unobtrusively as he could muster in an attempt to escape unnoticed. He had never ventured far from the clutch, he had nowhere else to turn to, eating what scraps he could forage and the moss that grew on the rocks in his hovel.

As the sun grew more into view, away from the dragons as he scurried as far as his legs could take him. He had never seen the full radiance of its warmth, and now, he could bask in its glow, he could feel a tension in his shoulders lift as he escaped, not having to worry about being stepped on or mocked for his size. A glimpse of freedom, a chance at something new, all there was to do was to keep running.

Gar-gar could feel his legs starting to give out, his limbs were limp and weary, his chest was heaving, desperate for air as he collapsed onto the soft, grassy ground beneath him, panting heavily as he took a glimpse at the descending sun once more as the dusk settled in.

How far was I running for? How long has it been? Maybe… I just need a moment to close my eyes… I will have to find my own path now…” Gar-gar glanced at his chubby, scaled belly, “And maybe get a snack or two… after I… *yawn* wake up”

The lids of his eyes struggled to peel open after a dreamless slumber, fresh light hit his eyes, unobscured for what may have been the first time, he could truly take a moment to accept the light in its entirety. Just as he could accept the new day, his stomach rumbled, reminding him that even a kobold as small as him needs food from time to time.

The sparse jungle felt vibrant, lush, no profuse stench of salt in his nostrils, nor scorched earth and charcoal. He brushed the blades of grass off his stout arms as he rose to his clawed feet. “I hope there’s something good nearby at least, no more competition, right?”

Foraging was something he had to do growing up, hunting for prey was never in question, and nobody would consider giving a runt any scraps… Gar-gar lifted his nose, trying to pick up the scent of anything edible, tuning himself for anything, but all these new scents around him left him befuddled more than anything.

Grass… Is this what grass smells like? Was I that exhausted yesterday? He plucked a single blade, nearly inhaling the single tuft of flora. A soft, humble scent, a promise that things won’t be the same… He dropped it, watching it slowly flutter in the air, landing on his foot. With his other foot, he brushed it off. Tears nearly built in his eyes before he blinked them away. “Everything is so new… I can improve out here… I can be so much more, can’t I? Nobody is here to call me a run, a lesser kobold… a red stain in a hole…”

He shook his head as his nostrils flared, a slightly sweet scent hit his nose as he glanced around eagerly, his ears flicking up as if attempting to hear where the scent came from.

Following his nose to the promising scent, Gar-gar found his muzzle pressing into a small cluster of vines sprouting with seemingly ripe berries, each just as red as his scales. Not wanting to hesitate at the opportunity, he reached forward, plucking them off the vine stem as the brush rustled in recoil. Popping them into his mouth one after another, he could only relish the taste… Freedom—a taste so sweet, silky nectar and tart freshness. Things will be different, even now as he looks at his juice-stained palms, the berries seem so small in his grasp… I’m bigger now, better… stronger… Nobody can tell me otherwise, right? I can do things all on my own…

As he sated his hunger, Gar-gar turned around once more. “I probably should find somewhere to nest, right? Somewhere to let me live, flourish, grow… Somewhere to take in all this sun… Maybe a nice, warm rock, yeah… A hot rock.”

Gar-gar continued his trek through the flourishing scene before scaling a rocky hill. The rocks were smooth and polished as if a river had thrown through them, yet the elevation kept him far above the ground. “This looks like the perfect rock bed to sleep on.” He felt the warmth radiating from each stone brushing his paws with each step. “So warm… It’s like these rocks were made for me…” He lowered himself to a crawl, letting his belly suffuse with the warmth.

Just as Gar-gar was about to finish scaling the entirety, he noticed a small opening to the side, just large enough to squeeze his body through. The hill was rather spacious, he could fit inside and see what’s beneath all the rocks. Curiosity filled the kobold as he wriggled through the small opening, crawling through the polished stone surrounding him. Countless pebbles made up the walls as he crawled deeper, perfectly stuck in place, warming him up as he crawled forth. In moments, he slipped out, tumbling out of the wall into a small room, crashing into the floor.

Glittering lights danced around him as the sunlight refracted from the thousands of polished stones all around himself. Gar-gar rubbed his head before his glance turned to a single sword buried within the rocks.

“Wait, have I ever touched a sword before? I thought those were just for slaying dragons or something… I mean, it’s a good thing I’m not a dragon, right? And this sword… it’s… It’s like I’m meant to have it… or something.”

Rising to his feet, Gar-gar reached his claws toward the pommel, taking a closer glance at the intricate designs. The leather grip was coated in glittery shards of diamond dust, reflecting the light coming in from all directions. He ran his thumb over the pommel, admiring the silvery texture. As he took the leather hilt, he slowly pulled out the weapon, sliding it out from the rocks as he took it into his hands. The blade shimmered in the light, pure as silver, he could see his reflection in it.

He stared back into his eyes, his onyx pupils meeting his own gaze. The sword resonated with him as he took it in both hands, feeling how easy it was to hold it. “I’ve never held something so… so… pretty before…” He gave a small swing with ease as the sword clashed with the rocks, the room far too small to test out any strikes. Gar-gar adjusted his stance, not wanting to accidentally hurt himself.

He felt a ripple through his body, a warmth building within, aching to be released. Gar-gar glanced at his pam, clutching his claws slightly before he felt the passion within him grow.

His forearms thickened, the scales spreading out along his body to accompany the growing mass. Gar-gar could only keep his maw agape in shock, awed at the sight.

“Wait… did I just… grow..?”

The heat spread through his body, his arms bulked outward, his biceps burgeoning with more mass as his triceps fought for more space over him. His shoulders broadened as his stance grew wider, arms spreading out to accompany his increasing mass. By now, his biceps were nearly as large as his head.

“W-wow…” Gar-gar groaned softly, feeling himself grow further, his neck thickening, his traps expanding with the rest of him as his pectorals grew heavier, filling up his chest. With his free hand, Gar-gar groped his chest, feeling the manly physique he’s growing into as an array of abs spread across his torso. He dragged his finger over each ridge of his abdominals, admiring the contour and each crevice of each individually chiseled muscle.

As the warmth grew in him, he felt the heat in his loins as his dick began to throb, precum leaking out from his slit. Inch after inch, he felt it grow from within, barely peeking out from inside despite being completely flaccid.

He grunted in pleasure, watching as his his growing erection poked out as his balls swelled with vigor and unmatched virility. His dick leaked a steady stream of pre, but he was far from done growing. He wrapped his hand around his member, almost unable to completely wrap his fingers around it as he jerked off slightly.

He lost his grip as he felt firmer all around as his ass pushed out his tail slightly. Fit and muscular glutes supported him as his thighs expanded along the rest of his body. The shape of each muscle gaining more definition as each individual thigh was almost as thick to what his waist used to be. His calves grew further, packed with more muscle than he had ever dreamed of, strong, sturdy, powerful, everything he needed to support himself as a one kobold army.

The growth didn’t stop as Gar-gar felt his horns hit the roof of the small cave. The pebbles shook as the entirety of the place quaked, trembling beneath his might.

“Ah, crap… I’m getting too big..! Can’t… fit… too… tight..!”

He brought a hand over his head, pushing out against the cave as he held onto the sword desperately, not wanting to let go of the strange artifact he found. His burly chest heaved as he huffed, puffing for air. Panic? No… I’m stronger than that… I’m… His dick drooled more pre, throbbing and pulsating with intensity, a testament to his might.

He took a long, drawn exhale. “I… AM… GAR!” Bellowing with all his might, Gar pushed against his constraints, bursting out of the cave with a powerful flex. His twitching dick couldn’t hold it back any longer as he came, shooting rope after rope of cum into the open field whilst showing off his physique to the sun as he escaped the confines that dared attempt to trap him.

His breathing staggered as he looked around himself, relishing in the afterglow of his climax. Countless pebbles around him cascaded to the ground in his wake as he outgrew the scene: a powerful kobold who rose to the light. His penis slowly receded, almost too large to properly hide in his slit anymore before he brought it back.

Gar’s eyes flitted as he continued heaving slowly, bringing up his sword to his view as he took a single step out of what remained of the hill. “Huff… that was…” He looked at his bicep, giving it a single flex, watching the muscle inflate before his eyes as he flexed. “I’m so… damn, am I really this huge? I’m not still dreaming?”

He examined himself further, looking over his strapping pecs to view his abs and feet below his chest. “I feel… unbeatable…” The sword continued to catch the light, reflecting the glints of sunlight back to him as he held the grasp. “Hah, let’s see what I’m made of now! Let’s see them call me a runt now!”

Winding up a swing, he unleashed his fury into a nearby tree, cutting it clean in half. A rush of instinct overwhelmed him, everything about this felt natural. Reflexively, Gar swooped in, catching the massive pillar of lumber single-handedly. “That was too easy, but I also don’t want to accidentally crush anything here… I need to take this out on those who deserve it… prove my mettle…” He felt a brief surge from his sword, as if it’s encouraging him to fight more and get stronger.

Gar clutched the grip of his sword tighter, straightening his back, broadening his stance as he glared forward, knowing the way home. “Home… if I could even call it that… Time to teach some people a good lesson…” With his head held high, Gar marched forth, the ground submitting to his wake with each heavy step.

His gait was more exaggerated than before, his strides covering over twice the distance than a full sprint from when he was smaller. The sword was receptive to his movements, resting comfortably in his hands as he trod forth in the defiant march.

The sun seemed to smile at him, it took less than half the time on his return to finally reach a familiar site. The cracked rocks struggled to contain his sheer mass, the weight of his body causing bits of rubble to crumble further with each step as he could see several dragons flying above him in the distance. His face scrunched slightly at the sight, remembering all the teasing and mocking. Not anymore, he’s going to make sure nobody ever has to endure the same fate he did.

Stepping in, several kobolds glanced his way, whilst others minded their business. Gar looked at many of them, they were heads shorter than he was, he needed to find some bigger competition. Deeper into the pit, he found a ring where several kobolds were sparring with each other. “Hey!” Gar shouted as he found himself in the midst of the field, surrounded by the surely reptiles.

A black kobold stepped up to Gar, examining him thoroughly as he folded his hulking arms. His gaze narrowed into a scowl as he loomed closer, the two at an even height, “Gar-gar?”

“It’s Gar now, Vant.”

“That’s cute, Gar-gar. You look like you’ve been busy.”

“I’ve done a bit of reflecting, and I don’t like this hierarchy you’ve made, I’m here to put an end to it. Come on, fight me!”

Vant shook his head before looking directly into Gar’s gaze as his nostrils flared, “Pfft, really? A fight? All right, fine, your funeral. Just don’t come crawling back after I’m done with you.”

Gar readied his sword, leading Vant to ready his claws in return. Gar remained steadfast, “I still remember… you were the first one, Vant… Calling me small, a pathetic little flower.”

“Red as a rose, but without the thorns, runt.”

“The others joined in, always making fun of me. You’d steal my food, make sure I hardly ever ate anything.”

“You would never fight back, I don’t see the problem.”

“You were twice my size!”

“You still not even half the kobold I am. Just as you were back then.”

Gar slowly circled around, the two taking steady paces in preparation.

“Vant… how many others have to suffer? Why is it always ridicule with you?”

“Gar-gar, you were the first, but still not the last…”

Gar charged with his sword as Vant held up his scaled arm to deflect the blow. “How many?! How many years, Vant? I’m tired of it! No more!”

Vant pushed back against Gar’s blow, “For as long as I am the biggest, I’ll make sure that the meek won’t see the light of day. Dragons rule with strength, pride, and runts like you don’t stand a chance. Just give up, Gar-gar.”

“No! I won’t!” Gar-gar bashed Vant with the pommel, causing the black kobold to stagger, reeling.“I. AM. GAR!” With a single, swift kick, Gar crashed into Vant, sending the black kobold reeling as he fell flat on his back before Gar stepped over his chest. “I will not be like you, Vant. I’m the bigger one now. Let it be known that you’re not the strongest anymore, and I won’t allow you to mock another clutchmate!”

The glittering sword shone with a faint glimmer as Gar could feel its strength flow through him. Once again, every part of him began to grow, leaving the kobold panting heavily.

Vant trembled beneath his foot as he watched Gar’s strength overwhelm him “W-what..?” Vant could only struggle, already overpowered by the kobold towering over him.

Gar could feel his dick spill out from his slit, growing too large to fit inside anymore as pre spilled from the tip as if to mark his territory over Vant, leaving the black kobold’s face drenched in Gar’s essence.

Vant heaved, squirming as his eyes flit in embarrassment, yet with a slow inhale as Gar kept his stance over him, the kobold succumbed to the virile beast before him, his tongue reaching up to lap up the pre over his muzzle.

Gar huffed slowly, “Yeah, that’s right… You’re mine now… don’t you forget it…”

Gar could feel himself growing larger, his foot expanding as he flexed and stretched his toes, his soles taking up more surface along Vant’s torso. Every part of him was growing bigger, his grip on his sword tightened as the weapon sized up to match the growing kobold’s strength.

His arms swelled with unmatched robustness, ballooning out, larger than the boulders the smaller dragons would nap on. His shoulders broadened as Gar grew wider, wider than how tall he was only moments ago. His manly pecs bounced with each breath, taking up more space on his chest as his rigid abs took more definition, popping out more, his scales glistening in the sunlight.

Everything was stronger, every part of him, bigger, a testament to his ascension as he bested his foe. His tail was thicker, his dick bigger, his balls fatter, filled with even more cum as he could feel his cock pulsate, twitching wildly with his unyielding virility. His balls reached almost down to his thighs, his dick could almost touch his pecs, now too girthy to wrap a single hand around.

His legs were swelling out further still, thicker than three trunks, his powerful thighs rippling with thick, dense muscle, giving him a seemingly impenetrable physique. His calves flexed with each movement, as if each moment was a moment of worship to his godly build, his unstoppable power that still leaves much to grow into.

Gar slowly jerked himself off as he grew, gushing out more pre that poured over Vent. His maw hung open loosely as his tongue lolled, lost in the ecstasy of his growth. He jerked off with greater effort, trying to get his hand to glide along every inch of his pre-slicked shaft he could reach.

With a low bellow and a puff of smoke from his nostrils, Gar lurched his hips, his throbbing dick unable to hold back any longer as he came, drenching Vant in a tidal wave of his cum.

Lost in the salty musk of Gar’s seed, Vant relented in his stupor, yielding to his new master. “Guh… Gar… more…” he could only beg.

The other kobolds around Gar watched in awe as Gar claimed his prize, his single foot nearly as big as Vent’s entire body.

“Not so tough… now… hah…” Gar panted through sharp breaths. “I’m the big one in charge now.”

Shaken, trembling, ridden with nothing but pure awe, the other kobolds and several smaller dragons watched intently, not daring to intervene.

Gar stares down at Vent, admiring the cum-coated mess he’s left behind, but even now as he’s defeated his tormentor, he’s not yet done. The sword shimmers, he’s been rewarded for his strength, but he needs a greater challenge, a proper challenge… something that will test his mettle further.

Gar clenched his fist as his dick receded, but his maleness was now far too large to fit back into his slit, “Still… not enough… I need more…” He pointed at a nearby kobold, “You, fetch me something decent, please.” He looked around his audience, “Tell me, who’s the biggest dragon in charge here? I need a real, I say REAL challenge.”

The crowd murmured as they continued to watch the virile figure with starstruck silence.

“Don’t be shy, anyone?” Gar rose his arm, nonchalantly bringing his sword behind his head as he displayed his physique, idly flexing his colossal muscles. “I can take anything at this point, come on.”

“Zaenux is his name,” a kobold chimed through the silence.

“His den is much deeper down, though…” a small dragon chirped.

Gar nodded, “Very well, I will find this Zaenux and challenge him, prove to all of you that I am mighty! I am the strongest! No more will I bow down!” He stepped off Vant as the black kobold heaved a pleasured sigh, still drenched in the warmth of Gar’s afterglow.

As Gar towered over the audience, he placed his hands at his hips. His eyes roamed, looking for that one kobold he spoke to, he could see him in the distance holding a large piece of brown cloth. Gar slowly stepped closer to him, splitting the distance between the two as he held out his hand to accept the gift.

The kobold bowed as he offered the cloth to Gar, “As you requested, almighty Gar.”

“Thank you,” Gar responded as he faceted the loincloth over himself, it barely did anything to hide his obtrusive member. Perhaps he’s a bit too big to hide anything, really, but it’s the intent that’s important now. “I must away if I am to best Zaenux now, the time is nigh! Hah, could you imagine how defeated a dragon would be when a kobold takes him down?!”

With pride filling his stride, Gar trekked forth, his head held high. “Feel free to watch, my brethren. Watch as this kobold proves his worth! I will be undefeated!”

His growing audience kept their distance, the wake in his march, all eager to see the fruits of his labor.

The ground grew hotter, scorch marks cluttered the earth as dragons flew above in greater flocks. Gar felt the hour draw near, ready to claim his destiny.

A cave, what would be a monumental arch to Gar-gar is but a simple doorway to Gar. Gar-gar found his shoulders too broad to fit through the frame. “Ah, maybe a little too tight…” He shifted to his side, his pecs rubbing against the wall as he slid through the entrance to the larger interior. “Hah, there we go!” He turned to face his audience as they awkwardly watched him enter. “Hmm, too shy to follow me in? Very well, you will hear my growing legacy from inside!”

Gar shouted as he delved deeper, “Zaenux! It is I, Gar! I am here to challenge you to a duel!”

A billow of smoke filled the cavern as a pair of blazing eyes stared back at him through the clouds.

A low voice boomed through him, rattling the rocks around him, “A kobold..? Really..? Who set you up to this..?”

“I am here of my own volition! I am setting a statement that no dragon is too big to fall! For I can defeat anything! I will overcome any obstacle! You are my next challenge!”

The smoke continued to fill the room, Gar still spoke to only a set of eyes as the voice boomed again, “Enter my lair? Request a fight with me? Why… Why should I give you the light of day?”

Gar rose his head, not backing down, “I think it’s time for a new ruler in these parts, someone fit for the title! And that one will be me! Gar!”

“Very cute… the little kobold, infused with a tittering vigor… Very well… I suppose you’ll make for a light snack once I’m done with you…”

The smoke shifted, rumbling with the cavern as a warm light rose from behind the smolder.

Reflexively, Gar held up his sword as a gout of fire smothered him. He clenched his teeth as his grip tightened, the swathing fire coated his entire body. Gar pushed through, taking a step forward to Zaenux, at first the shock of heat was intense, yet his body felt resilient, his scales were emboldened, unyielding to the fire that burned around him. He was stronger, he was hotter, he shone brighter than the flames this dragon could exhale.

Gar sliced his sword through the flames, “Here I thought I was going to get a good challenge, it was fun while it lasted, though…” Gar waded through the smoky debris that surrounded him as he met face to face with the grand dragon. Zaenux scowled as Gar met him with a determined glare. The white dragon rose his head higher, his curved horns scraping the ceiling of the cavern as he fanned out his tremendous wings.

“I see you are more than you appear, little one…”

Gar raised his chin, still not deterring his glower, “Little? Little one? I am so much more than that now.” He clenched his fist as he could feel himself growing taller as he felt truer to himself. “I am not just a kobold. I am Gar, and you will bow down to me!”

Zaenux brought up a single, gargantuan claw as he went for a swipe, but Gar caught his grasp with a single hand, halting him in place. “Say my name. My. Name. Is. Gar!“

Zaenux huffed, “And who gave you the right?”

“I made my own name, I’m making my place in this world, I am not done growing!”

Gar’s muscles were bulging, the subtle traces of veins beneath his scales were more prevalent as each rippling muscle took on even greater definition. Gar could feel power course through him as he stood eye to eye with Zaenux now.

Zaenux wafted down a wing only for Gar to catch it with his other hand. “Still not giving up yet?”

Zaenux grinned, “But you only have two arms… kobold…” The dragon raised his other claw for a swipe.

Gar huffed, feeling a blazing fire burn through him, a raw, untapped strength that the sword is blessing him with. Strength, determination, a righteous glory. His muscles were still growing, his shoulders getting broader as he pushed back against Zaenux’s force.

Just as Zaenux was about to dig his claw into Gar, Gar caught it with his hand. Gar huffed, panting heavily as he felt his muscles flex, he glanced down at a second pair of arms below his own. His growth, his ascension, emphasized by a second set of limbs, arms that were equally as powerful as his current pair. He flexed his free hand as he took Zaenux by the neck, clutching his claws tightly around the grand dragon.

“Do you yield now?”

Zaenux’s eyes darted desperately as he unclenched his teeth, “I didn’t know you had it in you… Gar…”

“Come on, you can say it louder than that.”

“You win, Gar! My master, the strongest of them all…”

Gar smirked knowingly as he felt his head scrape against the ceiling more. “That’s more like it. I am Gar! The great, the mighty, the powerful! Undefeated!”

His muscles were surging with power, his chest rippling in chiseled glory as he brought Zaenux closer to his form, burying the grand dragon’s face in his meaty pecs, inhaling Gar’s manly musk.

“Gar…” Zaenux mumbled before relenting, accepting the gift of relishing Gar’s tremendous physique.

“That’s right, enjoy it… I’m your master, your alpha.” He took a low breath as he continued to expand, starting to hunch over as he could no longer stand up straight in the cave. “This little hovel of yours is… too small for me…”

Pushing his back against the ceiling, lifting it with his arms in tandem, Gar bellowed as he rose with his arms outstretched into a powerful flex as the second set of arms kept Zaenux buried in his pecs. “Nothing can contain Gar!”

The growing crowd outside the cave watched as the rubbles and dust parted to reveal Gar’s magnificence as he burst out of the cave, holding Zaenux close to his breast. “Even the almighty Zaenux was not enough to best me!”

Gar reveled in the awe of his peers, the roaring crowd of cheering and applause as he flexed with his free set of arms, his colossal biceps were but a testament to his might, his strength, his glory. Everything about him expanded, his scales turning white as he shined above them all, scales glistening brighter than Zaenux in the light. His muscles were trembling with the expansive, ballooning growth. His loincloth, unable to hold onto his expansive mass, snapped, revealing his pre-drooling member that nearly slapped Zaenux in the face, pushing him away. Zaenux stared at Gar’s cock with transfixed eyes, trembling in place, unable to hold himself back any longer. Reflexively, not wanting to lose the closeness he shared, the grand dragon raised his muzzle to Gar’s dick, lapping up the slow cascade of cum, worshiping his new master.

With a gust of air, a set of wings sprouted from his back, a magnificent span with a greater spread than Zaenux’s, blocking out the sun to the audience beneath him.

Gar raised his wings, placing his hands on his hips whilst his other arms continued to flex and display his grand might, “I feel like a true dragon, ascending from the kobold I was! I can do so much more, I must be so much more! Zaenux, tell me! What stronger beings are out there? Who can I fight to prove my worth and grow?”

Zaenux moaned softly, still lost in the voluptuous warmth of Gar’s cock before glancing up at him with a weary glance, “Huh..? Oh, uh… I just…” Zaenux couldn’t pull himself from Gar, his arms wrapped around his strapping waist as if he never wanted to let go of the wall of muscle he’s buried himself in. “The… elemental lords, extraplanar beings that control the wind, earth, fire and water… They’ll stand no chance before you, I’m sure…” With a feverish sigh, Zaenux tried to bring his maw to cover Gar’s dick, but started to gag, realizing that the dragon before him was too big to fit inside anymore.

“Good, then it is settled,” Gar slowly disentangled Zaenux from his body, much to the dragon’s dismay. As he readied his sword, didn’t bother to hide his dick anymore, undaunted, unashamed of himself. “Where would I find them?”

Zaenux huffed, not taking his eyes off of Gar’s body, “They’re at the corners of the realm, find them surrounded by their element. I know you’ll find them easily.”

With a self-assured nod, a grin spread across his entire face, “I can see that. To think I almost doubted my abilities.” He spread out his wings, taking off, ready to prove his mettle once more.

Each beat from his wings was a sonic boom in the air, he felt himself rising higher, far above the dragons that once blocked out the sun. He spun around, taking a brief glimpse of the light above him. It’s hardly even in the middle of the day. So much time left to ascend, plenty of time to grow.

As he dashed through the air, he could see the plumes of lava in the distance, gouts of fire shooting from the ground as the earth quaked in the wake of heat and flames. Even from here, he could smell the smoky charcoal and sulfurous flames.

Gar took a glance at his sword, still perfectly attuned to his size as it rested comfortably in his grip. It gave him a wordless promise, knowing he’s ready. For a moment, assurance, a soft spread through his body as if it wanted him to take on more.

“I am Gar! I got this! The elemental lords? I will be the lord of this realm once I’m done with all of them!” Gar pushed forward, dive bombing to the ground, sending shockwaves through the earth as plumes of lava flooded around him.

“Lord of Flames? It is me! I! I am Gar! I am here to vanquish you, let you know that I am stronger!”

Gar glanced around as the lava flooded the scorched rubble around him. He stepped over it warily, his paws displacing the bits of cooled lava beneath his heel. “You know… all this lava is a lot thicker than I thought it’d be. I thought lava would be like… a liquid? It’s more like a runny rock.”

The lava bubbled and popped beneath him as it slowly coalesced into a humanoid figure. A skull formed atop the monolith of molten rock. “A… dragon? Here? Challenging the Lord of Flames? Every dragon thinks they can’t be burned, but tell me, what makes you different?”

Gar smirked, flexing one set of arms as the other held out his weapon, “Me and this cool sword I got. I am undefeated, you know!”

A fist coalesced from an arm that formed in an instant, but with a reflexive parry, Gar swung his blade out, deflecting the blow. Gar folded a set of arms as he pushed away the Lord of Flames, severing the arm from it, “Oh, that’s all? Lava? Sure, you could bludgeon me, but you’re not all that hot. Me? I’m the hottest of them all!”

The limb slowly crawled back to the Lord of Flames as the molten skull melted back into its body. Its entire body lunged at Gar before the dragon held out a set of arms, pushing back the elemental with ease. “Ya know… when I asked for a challenge… I was kinda looking for… well… a challenge, you see?” He took a step forward, lifting the Lord of Flames from the ground, holding it above his head. A deluge of flames descended upon Gar like a waterfall, yet he was utterly unphased.

Gar raised a hand, feeling the downpour on his palm, “Fire, fire, fire. Yeah, I thought you’d be the weakest of them all, if I’m being honest…” He brought up his sword to the elemental, “and… goodbye.” He dug the glittering blade into the Lord of Flames as it took up the head.

The Lord of Flames crunched and recoiled before a flash of light enveloped Gar as a single sphere fell to the floor. He reached for it, the core was white hot, but couldn’t do anything to Gar any longer.

He closed his palm over the ball as it crushed in his hand easily. Gar felt another surge of warmth overwhelm him as he grew, towering over the scene further, his muscles rippling with strength. His shoulders were broadening further, his traps pushing up his neck as he held his head high.

The familiar embrace of growth is nothing but sheer ecstasy. His pecs bulked up, fattened by an overwhelming amount of muscle. His awe inspiring set of abdominals rippled through his torso as his lower set of arms gripped the base of his cock, jerking it with both hands as he relished the expansion of his body.

He brought his free hand to his pecs, feeling his chest fill up his palm before he noticed a red hue spreading over his wrist. He slowed down his pace, reaching out his hand, admiring the vibrant pigment flow outward until the single arm was left adorned by red scales in its entirety. He ran his other hand through his arm, feeling the slick scales, warmer than the rest of his body.

“Looks like I’m the master of fire now. As it should be, I suppose that wasn’t too hard, haha. I still have so much left to grow into!” Gar lifted his hand, examining the wicks of flame that danced along his palm. Focusing his intents, the flame welled up, spiraling into the air before he retracted his hand. “Damn, I could get used to this… How about I find some water to match these flames, next? I could be my personal sauna by then. Just three left to go now.”

Spreading out his wings, Gar leapt from the ground, taking to the skies. “Only three other corners to visit in these lands, then I’ll be a God! Ascension… it’ll suit me well. Everyone will know my name, for I shall write it in the skies.”

Gar saw the earth beneath him as the flames petered away as their new lord of flames took his leave. A subtle trail of smoke rested in his wake before he took off with another sonic boom sending shockwaves through the air. The rapidly shifting landscape below Gar gave way back to the rivers he was familiar with, to which he followed them, eager to find the source.

Gar swooped down just above the waters, causing it to ripple beneath him. Surges pulsed through the rivers with each push from his wings as he took a moment to admire his reflection in the moving water. He took another moment to feel his arms, the rigid mounds of muscle tougher than any material known to man. Utterly impenetrable. Would the Lord of Waters even be a challenge? Only one way to find out now.

With another gust of air being thrown behind him, Gar flew into the air as he met the ocean, peering into the open waters below. “Hey! Lord of Waters, it is I, Gar! I am here to quench your thirst and fight you in glorious combat! I will prove myself as I vanquish you in my goal to become the strongest in the world!”

The gentle waves continued its slow descent toward the shore, unresponsive to Gar’s presence.

The dragon shook his head, “Fine, I’ll make you come out, watch me!” Gar rushed to the water, displacing the ocean with a mighty beat of his wings. Steadily, he circled around the water, accelerating as much as he could, forming a swirling vortex within the ocean until the hole was large enough for him to fit into. “Come out, you have no choice anymore!”

Gar dropped into the vortex, his claws crunching into the damp sand far below the surface. The rushing swirl of water circled him as he stared defiantly into the vast ocean. A face slowly gave way from the rushing current, a single set of eyes staring back at him.

Gar stuck his sword at the obscured face, “Lord of Waters, fight me! Or else I will displace your entire realm! I demand a proper challenge in the heart of the ocean, come at me with all you got!”

With the entire deluge of an ocean, Gar found himself at the bottom of the waves, staring straight into the Lord of Waters. It was a formless being as the face swirled around him, staring at him intently, yet not making any further advances.

Gar held his breath, bubbling water roiled from his heated arm. Gar swung his fist through the immense, pounding pressure, connecting it to the elemental. Gar held his head high, watching the face in the waters recoil as he sent it reeling. With a slow, determined step, even as the waters tried to crush him. Unphased by the weight of the ocean, nor the saltwater over his eyes, Gar gave a glower to Lord of Waters.

Prevailing with his might, Gar thrust his sword at the elemental. The waters around him trembled, boiling as the ocean shook from his presence. The dark depths were illuminated by a blazing flash that emitted from the blow as Gar took a glance at what remained. A single blue core at the bottom of the ocean, ripe and ready to be claimed.

Bubbles of air blew out of Gar’s nostrils as he bent down to pick up the orb. He could feel it sink into his palm. Even in the darkness, he could still shine as he watched the cyan colors coat his arm, swirling around him with a dull glow in the abyss.

The water flowed around him with ease, no longer a raging vortex but a graceful tide that passed by him. The water was under his control, moving it was as easy as gliding his hand through the waters. No longer was there an immense pressure from all directions.

Gar took a slow exhale, no longer did he need to hold his breath. He was in tune with the currents around him, everything in sight. Steadily, he rose to the surface with a renewed vigor. Stretching out his arms, he admired them once more, rubbing his fingers along the vibrant scales, shimmering with its new hue.

Gar grinned contentedly, “Ah, water… Now, I will never be thirsty. All that’s left is wind and earth…” He soared higher into the air with a single beat from his wings, hovering in the air steadily. “If I’m being honest… what will wind do for me? I can already fly… breathe fire. I could probably blow down a house if I tried… Yeah, I’ll save that for last, it’s how little I need it.” He held up his blue hand, bringing it to the blaze of his red hand, pouring water over the flame he conjured. “Let’s see what I can do now…”

Steam rose from the reaction, “Hah, I knew I could make a good sauna!” Gar tossed a globule of water into the air, blasting it with a ball of fire as it dispersed into a shimmering mist in the open air, catching flecks of sunlight as the ribbons of light reacted, refracting a rainbow in a full circle just above him.

“Ah, it feels good to be in control. Maybe I’ll have even better tricks to show off later. Now, to the Lord of Earth!”

With his arms outstretched, Gar spiraled through the air, displacing the water below him with each flap of his wings. As he cut through the sky, he found himself over land in only a matter of seconds.

“Whew, am I getting faster? Hah, I’m sure I could fly around the world in only a few minutes, maybe even less once I’m done with the Lord of Wind!”

The sandy beaches shifted to a lush jungle as he flew past the trees, causing them to rustle beneath him as each gust from his wings caused another sonic boom. Ascending into the air, Gar scried for any signs of the Lord of Earth. Deep within the jungle is where he can feel his sword telling him to go. The heart of it all is where the elemental sleeps, and another challenge to face at that.

The twisted thicket seemed to cave in on itself as Gar flew deeper into the sea of flora. Trees blocked his view of the ground as if mocking him, denying him a smooth entry.

Gar shook his head, “Trying to keep me out?” His voice shook the trees. “I am Gar! I need no invitation! I need no introduction! I will let myself in, you will come out and fight me, Lord of Earth!”

The twisted thicket quivered as he crashed through the trees, breaking the earth into crater as he landed. “I’m here, take my challenge, make it a good one!” Gar stood straight, waiting for a response as he readied his blade.

The trees slowly wrapped around each other, vines intertwining before a golem of rock and warped vines emerged. Thorns sprouted between the cracks as the vines slithered around the mass of rubble like a countless mass of live snakes.

With his weapon held high, Gar readied his stance, looking up from the crater he caused, “Finally, took you long enough to show yourself. Come on, I’ll give you the first move!”

Just as Gar finished his sentence, the Lord of Earth hurled a boulder at him. Gar reflexively raised his palm to it, catching the massive stone with ease before crushing it in his palm, watching it crumble to dust.

Gar sighed, “Really, rocks? Right, I guess I should’ve expected as much from the Lord of Earth or whatnot. Come on, is that all you got?!”

The grass shifted, looming over the crater before a soft rumble crept from below him as the twisted bramble of thorns struck from the ground, clasping onto his legs as millions of tiny claws dug into his scales.

Gar could only snicker as he kicked away the vines, “Hah, stop, that tickles!” Completely unscathed, Gar swung his sword through the brambles, slicing down a path for himself. “I guess that’s as good as it’ll get, now it’s my turn!”

With a steady march, Gar scaled up the massive crater. The elemental bombarded him with several more boulders, each easily weighing a ton, though none of them stood after a single slice from his sword. Scaling further, he reached out his other hands to rip out the brambles from the earth that threatened to touch him. Nothing was left in his path as he raised his sword, splitting the golem into two halves with a single blow.

Leaning in, Gar whispered in a mocking tone, “Looks like I win…”

Gar was bathed in a blinding glow as the Lord of Earth crumbled into a single sphere on the floor. Gar could barely grab it with his claws, it was so tiny compared to him.

He could feel the power rising within him, growing him further. He felt several silky strands spill out from the orb as it wrapped into his palm, melting into his body. Eagerly, he watched with a delighted grin, the gentle warmth consuming his arm as his white scales shifted to a vibrant green hue.

He laughed to himself, “That’s three arms, all now different colors. Sad how none of those ‘lords’ posed any real challenge, but who am I to judge when they’re against me?”

He paused, feeling the sword in his hand. “Hmm? Oh, right, the last lord I have to face, the Lord of Wind. Yeah, I’ll see about that, I’m sure this’ll be easy if those last ones were nothing but show.”

With another beat of his wings, Gar set the whole forest quivering in his wake. His eyes glanced down to see that the trees were almost reaching out to him, fighting against the gust of wind from each thrust of his wings. The dragon could only give a contented smile, knowing that his control can never be forgotten now.

Ascending higher into the air, Gar looked at his sword for guidance, “Now… if I were the Lord of Wind where would I hide? I mean, yeah, obviously the clouds, right? But there’s a lot of clouds… All right, I’ll keep searching. I think I have a plan to get a rise out of him.”

Rising further into the atmosphere, Gar fluttered his wings, pushing out the clouds from the sky. “Do you see me? Lord of Winds! It is I, Gar! I will disrupt your skies until you come out and fight me!”

Beating his wings harder in a steady rhythm, Gar raced through the skies, blowing away every cloud he could see in the sky, fighting back against the prevailing winds.

“There will be no more rain, there will be no storms! I am the sky! I will rule this domain, I dare you to challenge me!” Gar took a slow, drawn out breath as his eyes crossed the horizon for any signs of a presence.

Steadily, a swirling vortex of clouds spiraled toward Gar as if making a statement to his unwelcome presence.

Gar raised his arms to challenge the elemental, “Well? Come to fight? Are you here to let me prove my worth? I’ll have you know that I remain completely undefeated, and I’m sure you’ll be no challenge.”

The vortex rushed under Gar, trying to pull him out of the sky, but with a violent wave from his wings, he pushed against the force. Gar shook his head mockingly, “It’ll take more than that to take me out of the sky! Come on you big fart, show me what else you got!”

With another spinning tornado, Gar found himself surrounded by the onslaught of the rushing storm. Gar stretched out his arms steadily as he pointed his sword out, slicing through the wind.

“If you can’t even throw me off balance, what do you have left, oh Lord of Winds?”

Slashing through the air, Gar caught nothing with his sword. “Come on, take shape, give me something to swing at!”

He could hardly make out a set of eyes dancing in the atmosphere, just out of reach in the windstorm. He remained steady, tracking its movements with a razor focus. “Playing hard to catch? Fine by me… These hands are made for snatching now!”

Kicking up the air, Gar flipped around as he clapped his hands together. Nothing. Immediately, he followed with his second set, trying to catch anything in the gust.

“Stop running away, come here!”

Gar propelled himself forth, breaking through the wind as he lurched for the only tangible thing he could see. His claps sent a shockwave of noise through the air as the sonic boom caused the winds to dissipate in a flash of light. Gar shut his eyes briefly, “Hah, still no match, even without a body! I got you..!”

Opening his palms, Gar felt the sphere sliding around his hand before it slowly disintegrated in his grasp, coalescing around his arm. His scales were coated in a fresh new color, dark and gray, like a stormy cloud. Gar could feel the breeze around himself, the elemental lords vanquished beneath him, the traces of their powers flowed through him.

As the elements surged, his body expanded in return. With a grunt of pleasure, Gar felt his entire being swell with immense strength. His wings spread further, his arms bulking more, it’d be inhibiting if it were not for his raw greatness.

Though he need not walk anymore with the unyielding gait his wings offered, his legs were more powerful than ever as he flexed his thighs, giving them a stretch, miles in the air.

“Fire… Water… Air… Earth… I didn’t think it’d be so simple.” Gar’s grip on his sword tightened. “What is there left to do? Maybe establish myself as a supreme ruler of this world so I can get things in order for everyone beneath me? I suppose that won’t be difficult.”

Gar slowly descended from the height of the atmosphere, his mountainous body taking up the sky as he drew closer to the earth once more. “Which kingdom is the largest down here, anyway?”

Gar kept a steady trek, careful not to crush anything beneath his colossal feet. “Man, it feels like a whole new world beneath my feet at this size… I could get used to this, perhaps… if I didn’t need to grow bigger, anyway.”

Gar stood straight, stretching out his arms as he popped his joints, shifting around as he cracked his back. Shaking off his arms, Gar crunched the earth between his toes. “All right, time to become the ruler of this world, starting with the biggest kingdom on land.”

His search didn’t last long, traversing mountains with single strides with his monumental legs. A bustling city came into the distance with towering walls that barely met his ankles. Gar chuckled as he approached, loving how small it was to him now.

Looming over the city, the denizens were not even fit to be called ants. Gar lowered his frame as he cast the city into an unnatural night. “So… who’s the leader around here?”

He heard several cannons go off, but Gar couldn’t feel a thing. “No, it’s all right, take your time. Look, if you want, you can just give me the crown and I’ll be all right.” He stuck out his claw expectantly, holding out a single finger, waiting for the ornament to be placed at the tip of his nail.

With no choice but to heed his command, Gar watched intently as the tiny people crawled up his finger before they placed a crown at the tip of his nail. He slowly spun the crown at the tip of his nail, “Aw, thank you guys! It’s so cute, I love it. After taking down all the elemental lords, I thought it was fitting to become the official lord myself, and this is finally a fitting gift… Even if it is a little small, it’s the thought that counts!”

As Gar stepped back onto his feet, he felt another wave of growth hit. The ground flew further away from him as Gar warily watched beneath his soles, careful not to crush anything important.

His entire body was pulsating, expanding further and further as his herculean frame transcended beyond the limits of the world. Gar watched as he took a step off the planet, his entire being bigger than the world he was once so familiar with.

He caringly gave the orb a gentle caress, feeling the cool waters between his fingers. The entire planet all in the palm of his hand. “Man, I knew I was going to be a God, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon… I guess it’s about time my greatness transcended that world.” He brought up a set of arms into a powerful flex, feeling his bulging biceps expand further as he relished the moment of his glory.

Gar passed his sword a knowing smirk, “Yet here I am, on the cusp of being a deity… Yes, that’ll be what I must challenge to achieve godhood. I will fight the gods themselves here in the cosmos!”

Gar took a brief glance at the sun, “Man, that ball is bright. I just know I have to outshine it soon… Maybe… just maybe if I get a bit closer, I’ll find a worthy match, finally.” Spinning to his back, Gar drifted through the planets, looming closer to the sun. The massive sphere of blazing heat was bigger than him, but Gar remained undaunted.

With an accusing thrust of his sword, Gar stood at the precipice of his ascent. Below him was a source of life, heat, warmth, unfathomable power. Everything he needed. “Sun, can you hear me? I, Gar, am here to claim my right! I will be the new star of this galaxy. No, I will be more than that, I will be the God of the entire universe, starting with my rule over you!”

The blazing inferno of fusion shed threads of heat that danced around Gar’s body, brushing against him in several hot streaks.

“Do you hear me!?” Gar braced himself to the sun, holding his blade above himself. “Come out, god to god!”

Steadily, an incandescent figure split from the flames, drawing out of the sun as the amorphous shape seemed to stare at Gar inquisitively.

Gar grinned, baring his teeth, “Ah, at last, our battle will be legendary!” Not giving another moment to hesitate, he swung his sword at the celestial mass of heat. His blade sliced straight through it before it quickly retook its shape.

“Hmmph, so, you’re not going to bother being struck?” Gar rolled his shoulders, clasping his hands together as the rocks and flames merged into a roiling stream of magma that he placed over his blade. “I am the lord of all the elements back at my home, I can do anything!”

Vines crawled up his sword, stoking the flames before he propelled his sword into the being with a powerful gust that thrust his sword through space, slicing into the being once more.

Its arms stretched toward Gar, threatening to burn into him, yet he shrugged off the attempt as he surged forth, grabbing his sword as he carved his arm into the blazing ball of fire. In a single swoop, he cut through the sun, severing the being from its source.

Gar took a brief sigh of relief as the sun dissipated before him, leaving him in a shroud of darkness, surrounded by billions of sparkling eyes. “To think that even the sun would be a match against me. Now, its power lies within me, I am the source of a new life, new worlds… I. Am. Xangar!”

He threw his head back into a roar that echoed through the astral seas. His body illuminated as he felt the growth consume him again.

Xangar flexed his almighty arms, the peaks indescribable, transcendent beyond belief. Eyes on all planets looked up to him as he grew. His shoulders could span galaxies. Xangar rolled his godly neck, feeling the powerful bulk with each movement.

He looked at his pecs, feeling their mass in his grasp, muscular beyond belief to the point where he could hardly see past them anymore. His hands traced down his forms, feeling the ridges of his abs that could harbor solar systems between each ridge of muscle.

His legs were unfathomable, packed with unimaginable strength. His calves flexed as he spun himself around the cosmos, floating freely as the new God of Everything. A title he rightfully achieved, a proclamation he eagerly sought out, uncontested in his plight.

 Reality was beneath him as he felt the cool weightlessness of space. He felt more heat burn within him, not just from his illumination, but rather his font of virility.

Gar moaned softly, enthralled by the transcendent growth as his cock surged wave after wave of pre into the void of space. Each spurt of even just his pre was enough to conjure new galaxies into being.

He knew it, he could feel everything, he was more than anything, Xangar is the new reality. He felt a brief hit of pressure behind him as he crunched down slightly, too big to fit in the reality. “Gah, was reality always so tiny for a god like me?”

With a heavy grunt, Xangar pushed himself out, watching the omniverse before him, tiny, insignificant, easily held in all of his hands. He was around everything now, beyond time and space. Xangar chuckled to himself, “Fuck… all this growing is making me horny… I guess I’ll get some use out of you, finally…”

His throbbing dick called out to him as it twitched madly, begging for more attention, and the only thing left to sate him was the miniscule reality before him.

Wrapping the omniverse around the tip of his dick, Xangar pushed it down as he gave it an eager thrust, breaking it in, pushing deeper with each thrust as the infinite warmth gripped his dick with the strength all reality could muster.

His dick pulsed with greater intensity as the warmth of the omniverse tightened around his godly cock. With each thrust, more of his pre spilled into the omniverse, expanding it further and further.

He clenched onto reality tighter, pumping into it with a growing eagerness as the warmth of his divinity built into him, aching for release as his balls slapped the underside of the omniverse with each frantic pump.

Heaving a reality-shattering roar, Xangar plunged his dick as deep as he could thrust it into the omniverse, his balls tightening as he unloaded wave after wave of his cum into the omniverse.

“Guh… I could get used to this… All of reality beneath my fingertips… creating new life never felt so good as Xangar, the God of Everything…”

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