The birth of divinity

by Daliah Grows

With the modern discovery of an ancient tomb, we see the past trials on the path to godhood. Will modern men fall privy to the same mistakes, or will they engorge beyond their mortal limitations?

It is the heat of an Egyptian Summer, and I am the last person left on the dig site at the highest peak of the blazing sun. Sweat gleams from the back of my neck and wraps moist rings around my body before falling to the ground. Am I built for this weather? No. But the spoils of this temple are worth far more than my suffering.

Who would think a skinny 5’6 blonde guy with a stringbean build would end up in such an ancient valley? Well, it did take hours of manuscripts and tablets to triangulate these ruins, but it was for a noble goal. Nephthys, mistress of death and rot, will reward me in kind for unearthing her fair treasures and grant me a greater purpose in life.

With bated breath, I continue to spear my steel shovel into the desert sand, when a sharp ping reverberates from the cavernous pit. Bingo. Dusting the sides of this ‘temple’ entrance, I realise quickly that this is no place of worship, but a mausoleum. Intrigued, I unlatch the ornate cover and delve into the darkness beneath with my torch in hand.

The first thing I notice is the abundance of pictograms and painted individuals scrawled hastily over the walls. Enlarged and wild limbs on some men, heads larger than bodies, multiple eyes and features... only for them each to then be blotted out by some inky black substance. Showers of gold liquid are depicted raining from these deformed figures... There must have been a real rush, or a hurry. Something is amiss, and grave robbers were not the culprits. Have I just walked into an ancient crime scene?

I continue my trek through the shockingly spacious corridors. The paintings are now becoming clearer, as the small figures on the wall suddenly begin to grow in size, their forms bloating into unrecognisable shapes. Some are bulbous with large stomachs, some became taller and skinnier, some grew to cartoonish muscle-bound sizes. Yet one thing is common between them all: a pitch-black halo hanging ominously behind their heads.

What on earth did this place do to them?

I come across stairs leading even deeper. With resolve to answer even a fraction of my questions, I descend deeper into the death chamber, only to find... light? A single glowing red light emanates from this final room, and under the lazy beams of my torch, the outline of a small winged idol becomes clear. An almost eerie aura seeps from its gnarled wings as the face of a forgotten and forlorn goddess stares back at me, her bronze face somehow streaming with oily tears.

Another object catches my attention: a tablet of lapis sits idly beneath her resting place. I bend over it, translating its message. ‘We nomadic followers of the shadow of Isis have found her haven—The Pillars of Shadow.’ Huh... freaky. ‘We have been sent here for the trial of her highness, and she seeks men to toy with, men to control’. Oh... I see... ‘We have passed the trials of her other temples, but here we stand to be judged by her one last time. Will we become her demigods, or will she choose to destroy us all?’

As I finish reading this supposed final message, a voice whispers in my left ear: “Come... child... I shall show you where the others failed.”

In an instant, in my mind is displayed the six nomads who wrote this very tablet... and I know their fates were somehow sealed by this chamber.

The first man, bold and daring to make up for his 5’4 stature, picked up the statue of Nephthys. Her eyes glowed pink, and the trial began—or so this vision makes it seem. The man began to sweat and moan loudly, as his leather skirt began to form an odd shape. His companions watched in horror as the brown-haired man’s testicles began to swell underneath, hanging lower and lower at the size of goose eggs, to then inflating wildly into large melons.

In shock, the small man stopped to touch his swollen genitals and sighed in delight at the cum churning deep within each globe. As this occurred, the hair on his sack began to sprout wildly as the entirety of the tight chamber began to fill with a potent musk. Though this musk carried the scent of charcoal and sheer man. The first man roared in delight as his transformation began to ramp up, his balls now pressed against the sandstone floor as his bloated sack truly ballooned in size, pushing his own legs off of the ground. His now naked body was hoisted onto his own yoga ball testicles, his muscled body helpless as the growing worsened. His five other companions had to move out of the way, as his sheer size caused the floor beneath to begin to crack. One of the others, a maroon-haired man, decided to push the first man’s growing sack into the middle of the room.

In a final and desperate moan, the man’s body was literally lifted into the ceiling and high into a gap in the stone, only his fuzzy and titanic orbs being visible. The man-stench of the room made his companions hornier than ever, but something was about to change that. With one final surge in size, the first man’s weight broke the floor and caused him to fall into a spacious cavern below, revealing room lit weakly with copper lanterns and with a thin layers of spring water at the bottom.

With an earth-shattering moan, the man’s bus-sized testes hit the floor of this new room. When he hit the bottom after 15 seconds of falling, his godly balls pulsed 10 meters bigger before he seemingly ceased his growth... for now. Shockingly, this titanic display of massive balls barely filled a tenth of this lower room—so maybe this test was far from over. His ungrown cock was still at a human size, after all, slowly trickling... a golden liquid? A strange but godly aura emanated from this deep room and from the man himself.

With a shadowy whisper, the floor the first man fell directly through was replaced by some trick of magic. A disembodied voice called out to the five remaining men: “Next!”

Did the man I witnessed pass the test? Did he die from the fall? Just how good did it feel to grow like that?

As if to answer some of my thoughts, the same voice rings into my ear: “My test reveals the lustful desires of man and I temporarily house my power within them, if they can handle my essence, I shall grant them passage to my game. A game of godhood itself. I rule over the rite to godhood, child.”

Curious, I ask: “So why did only his balls seem to grow when you instilled him with your power?”

After a brief pause, the goddess answers: “Because this was his desire and fate. He wanted them to be this large. This is the godly form his mind craved.”

The vision resumes. I see the second man from before, the one with long maroon hair, as he stepped forward, his 5’7 figure and slight belly complimenting his thicker thighs. He reached forward, as if destiny tugged his strings, and grasped the statue. The eyes of decay herself turned orange, and the man turned to his companions in confusion.

At that moment, it began. He grasped at his stomach as his abdomen began to make strange noises, and its pudgy form began to creak. All of a sudden, like a strange godly liquid pooling in his gut, his hairy belly began to bulge out as if he’d gained about 10 pounds. His companions watched in admiration as a loud burp, “Bbbwwaarrrrppp”, rang from their trusted partner. The man’s human form began to push taller and his belly grew as wide as a watermelon, a soft glow emanating from the guy’s dick and balls. To my surprise for such a fattening man, his leather shorts burst open to reveal a sizeable cock which, with this godly glow, began to get... bigger?

As his belly began to reach the size of a human sofa, it began to smack the tombs laden around the men as even more luscious hair piled onto the rapidly inflating sphere. The man throughout all of this was burping and yelling in some sort of crazed pleasure, his weight piling up to 400 pounds. All four of the remaining travelers began to spread oil onto the young whale-sized man, seeming to speed up this insane transformation, and leaving him burping at the size of a small house, his spine and body lengthening to adapt to his colossal egg-shaped gut. With an even louder burp, the man’s arms thickened, his weight soaring to 1200 pounds of man. Body hair bloomed around his ass and thighs, and his once-average ass-cheeks seemed to explode in size and shape.

The second man’s cock was now as thick all around as a concrete pillar. His bloating cheeks and hydrant-thick cock pressed heavily against the cracking floor, and then in a familiar scene, the behemoth plunged into the depths to join his comrade. Burping the whole way down until stopping at the aquatic bottom, the second man slumped onto the dark chamber’s walls seemingly wanting to be bigger (despite being the same size and mass as the first man’s titanic testicles). The two transformed men reunited at the bottom, now releasing pearls of this strange golden liquid and moaning about how good their new forms felt.

“Whoa,” I hear myself say.

The voice confirms: “Yes, a fine demigod, a man with potential to be my avatar.”

Looking behind me, I now see her: A shadowy maiden with a tall crown and four eclipsing wings. “You only gaze upon my essence,” she warns, “a shadow of my true self. I shall show you more of the past, so that you may surpass ... those who erred.”

In the vision I watch the third man, 5’5 and with an incredibly skinny build and blonde hair, as he stepped forward.

“Hey wait, it... looks kinda like me?”

“Silence, bear witness son of man,” Nephthys yells from behind me.

The man reached nervously towards the idol and grasped the waist of lady death herself. This young man, already naked, was sporting a small dick and an even smaller set of muscles... What could he desire most, I wonder? The statue’s eyes briefly glowed a deep blue colour as an ominous creaking sound filled the room. The men looked around in confusion, their attention drawn at length to the third man’s leather sandals, which were now warping under the pressure of growing feet. The man’s toes were each dusted with pale freckles and wisps of hair wildly scavenge for space as his small feet surged out of his fitted shoes.

He winced in pain and delight as this growth continued to his legs. First his left leg lengthened longer than his right, causing the poor guy to fall. Then his right exploded in size to twice the size of his left. This transformation seemed slightly more grotesque than the rest... His torso extended with his vertebrae as his slim shoulders bulged three times wider. All throughout this transformation, the same blooming of body hair packed onto his increasingly titan-like frame, his moans becoming deeper with the growth of his inflating pecs.

With the sound of a struggling balloon, his forgotten dick began to wake up, surging up and up to the size of a human lamppost. It then began grow much thinner, the rounded mushroom shaped head blooming the air of the test mausoleum. Finally, his tiny arms began to catch up, as his human-sized head ascended into that familiar hole in the roof, leaving his titanic corpus on display and dwarfing his friends. Not even the tallest man remaining could compare to the third man’s pinky toe, his entire body still inflating with size and length.

But the floor began to buckle, and the man’s gigantic body slipped steadily through the gap into the darkness beneath to join his ‘family’. His tall body barely reached a quarter of the height of the lower chamber as his massive cock, wet with gold, went from standing to sitting.

Then I notice an odd thing: Each of the three men in the vision at the bottom of this shallow-pool chamber had the same relative mass, but all had different chosen forms.

With three of these influential nomads having descended into the expansive and shadowy caverns below, a gentle yet moist wind current surges from the re-opened chasm in the floor. A mix of sweat and musk filled the mausoleum in which the three remaining men stood, a potent feeling of jealousy welling up within each of them. In seeing their trusted companions each suddenly transform into such monsters of size, such inhuman forms—they could only wish it was themselves having their deepest wishes granted. Discussing between themselves in the mirage of this projected flashback, the next of them stepped forward, shoulders fixed in a masculine show of bravery (failing to entirely disguise his nerves). His handsome face was framed by tight braids and his deep and gorgeous maroon skin almost seemed to glow already within this pitch-black chamber. His well-built body reached a respectable 6’1, and his broad chest and swelling arms may even have evoked a reaction in me (to which Nephthys most definitely noticed).

After uttering an auspicious prayer to some forgotten deity, he cautiously extended his toned arm towards the weeping statuette, its ornate eyes glowing a bright veridian. The gorgeous man quickly spun on his heels towards the other men as they saw their reactions: the two men watching intensely as to pin their companion’s chosen area of transformation.

As the statue-like nomad did this, however, he started to feel a pressure building within him. Gradually, the remaining onlookers began to realise that his leather pants were beginning to release an ear-piercing squeak: and the man himself was forced to look down at his legs. His legs had miraculously begun to swell larger, as thick as aged tree trunks. Individual muscles and grooves began to plump up dramatically beneath his trousers—the thick leather becoming almost like a second skin. As the front of the stitching busted loudly within the chamber, the intangible snake of growth slithered up to his already respectable ass, each striated cheek inflating with size and extending the existing tear all the way up to the highest point of his pants. In an instant, the material fell away, and his companions witnessed his transformed lower half. His plump 6 incher bounced out the fabric, while his incredibly hairy thighs and cheeks had nearly tripled in size, leaving his upper body looking quite odd in comparison.

With a loud moan, a violent surge instantly packed on 15 inches of size to those fertility goddess thighs, growing fatter and fatter with engorged muscle—his chiselled face the picture of sheer desire. His 6 inches looked almost suffocated between those things! Panning my view of this past occurrence around (which took 30 seconds of revolving this vision) showed his ass swelling larger and larger too, its weight forcing the hairy behemoth to the ground as its size began to equal the massive tombs laden around them. His tiny torso was lifted higher and higher as his entire body packed more and more hair, his maroon skin barely visible beneath the musky forest swamping his cheeks, pits, lower legs and thighs.

Ornate tattoos of Isis and Bastet began to materialise beneath this thick coating of hair, as his overall size inched larger and larger, his companions having to slowly back away as their friend filled nearly ¾ of the chamber. It wasn’t long before the immobile nomad was pushed into the same open space above the roof as his fervent moans grew louder in the space above. His comparatively tiny dick had been spurting liquid gold endlessly, as one of his fellows had stepped forward to lap up the divine goo. Pomegranates, apples and eastern plums—he tasted and understood the roots of divinity now. The smaller nomad hurriedly backed away as the fourth man’s size reached critical mass, the chamber stinking of sex as the repaired floor beneath them all began to crumble.

The moment his companions were pushed against the hieroglyphed walls, the fourth man’s divine form plunged ass first into the depths. The impact of the shallows below caused his muscled legs to jiggle, but his titanic ass to wobble and clap loudly. He had now joined his transformed crew in this even larger space, granite walls expanding outwards into the distance around them, a strange voice lulling him into the same slumber as his titan friends.

The two remaining men above discussed their findings, and Nephthys aided me in translating their concerns.

“We journeyed here to ascend and become more… yet all of them ended up the same mass… this trial isn’t over yet.”

“Yes my love, she holds something past this… I say we must touch the statue as one and learn our fates too.”

Both remaining men were an existing couple, their love having endured over 4 years. The shorter man at 5’9 was a pale scribe from the capital and his lover was a 6’4 builder and stone etcher hired at the Pharoh’s own chambers. At once, they both removed their clothes one last time and embraced each other in their naked forms. While he had a slim build and a much smaller penis, no body hair or muscles in sight, his taller lover boasted a swelling bosom and a body with muscles coated in a drizzle of fat. Gazing into one another’s eyes as if the stars themselves had willed it, they each placed their hands together onto the cursed statue.

One faceted eye shone bright cyan, the other a rosy crimson. This meant nothing to the lovers though—still staring longingly into the universes tapped within their eyes. They didn’t even take immediate notice of the taller man’s juicy pecs beginning to inch out towards the smaller man, each swollen nipple squishing tenderly against his porcelain complexion. As was already inspired by some divine force, his smaller lover gently pressed his delicate mouth and rhodonite lips against his swollen pecs, suckling on them. Almost reacting to the desire of his lover to feed, the larger man’s pecs began to pulse even larger, eclipsing every other body feature, a strange pressure building within his entire chest.

The smaller man’s efforts weren’t without reward though, as warm and gooey liquid began to seep from his new home: his greedy tongue lapping it up hastily. As the lactating process ramped up from the larger man, his small lover got to work collecting all of this ichor from each heavenly nipple, and his lover’s once flat stomach began to fill rounder and rounder.

Once the swelling due to lactation wore off, the larger nomad’s pecs were resting on the ground of the chamber, as his shoulders and back muscles pulsed and expanded wider as to represent his desire to be mobile in his godly form. Yet something would soon capture his attention.

A shrill wail echoes next to his elephant-sized chest, as her turns to see his poor lover hunched over his somehow yoga ball-sized gut. With another cry, the small man’s tiny penis shot up in size to cucumber length—in three seconds, no less. His concerned lover gazes over his chest to watch as the small man’s uncut dick began its journey upward…

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