Exit Ecstasy (from Your Existence) [FMG, GTS, BE, beautification, ascension]

[MGS-and-M]

The second begins.







She presents herself in the form of an ordinary woman, dressed with a knee-length floral dress, a brown jacket and white Converse sneakers.

They are familiar. Very familiar. The clothes you wore when you received the Burton Awards prize. You were deviating completely from the formal tone of the event, being yourself despite the fear revolving your stomach, with your head up, proud, daring. The best moment of your life.

Her lips don't move, but you can hear a calm, crystalline voice inside your head.

"I will come closer, and you will feel the scent, which you remember so well"

As she approaches, you notice the faint smell of leather and your nectarine perfume impregnated on it. Your eyes water, your mind spinning in a whirlwind of emotions.

"W-who are you?"

Her lips remain still.

"There is also the most important book"

She stops, keeps a distance. From the jacket's pocket, she takes out a tiny, worn notebook. Your lost diary.

Tears of confusion roll down your cheeks.

You notice that something else is wrong. The scene behind her is static, people frozen in their paths through the streets.

"I'm... Hallucinating. Why..."

"Because you are not actually seeing me. I am projecting what you are "seeing" directly inside your brain. The process of capturing the light, converting it into electrical impulses, recognizing the image, would take time you no longer have"

"So that's how people get crazy? Snapping out of nowhere? I'm going to my job and suddenly I'm stuck in some sort of David Lynch-esche nightmare?"

"You did not lose your mind"

"I lost what you're holding. At least that I know very well"

She puts the diary back in the pocket.

"I am a human, just like you, but I am becoming something else. Far, far greater. Something incompatible with this pebble on which we were born. You cannot even begin to understand what is happening. It is impossible for the regular, rudimentary human brain to process such event"

Your mind, already teeming with questions, becomes even more agitated, but her strange presence maintains you quiet. She deliberately spends a brief moment that you feel, for some reason, is escaping you.

"I cannot avoid the total annihilation of Earth as I ascend. It is too much power to contain. I will be able to tame it, in the near future. I will be able to rebuild our little planet, to bloom life on it as it exists now, to create billions of new worlds if I wish. But, at this very moment, I still cannot. Unfortunately to you"

"What does that mean?"

"It means that you will die"

The harsh words. Simple, straightforward. Your throat tightens; you feel the horror of the truth in them.

She stares at you, impassive.

"I will not say sorry. It is an irrelevant act. Instead, I want you to focus on something"

"How can I?"

"You can. The inherent wonder within humans lies in our ability to be carried away, no matter the circumstances"

Her voice sounds relaxed, almost nonchalant, her lips still shut.

"What drives you?"

"I... Don't know. There are many things"

"Few things really get your attention"

"I think so"

"And it's not hard to point them out"

"No... I mean, I'm not sure"

"Yes, you are"

You keep looking at her. She calmly waits.

"I am pretty positive that I can't stay too long without traveling abroad"

"Walking aimlessly down an unknown street, diverging from all those people going about their pointless routines, wandering like an invisible observer. The delightful feeling of not being part of the status quo, outside the system. Free"

"You read my diary"

"I did not have to"

"You just know, right? Apparently you know everything. So what's the point of asking me all this?"

"To see if you know"

You feel her voice deeper in your mind.

"There is something that really excites you, isn't it?"

You instantly think about it.

"I... Shouldn't..."

"There is no right or wrong anymore. The only thing that matters now is sincerity"

She waits. You hesitate for a moment, your mind locked on it.

"I like girls that are... Fit"

She just keeps staring at you. Demanding and inviting at the same time.

You simply feel impelled.

"Not fit. Muscular"

Her eyes cast a strange glow.

"But that's not only it"

"No..."

You feel your breathing getting slightly labored.

"The girls that stay delicate... I know it doesn't make sense, they're conflicting things, but I like when they get big and still remain feminine"

"How much do like them?"

A gentle warmth blossoms on your stomach. Your answer comes out low, a shy whisper.

"I like them very much"

The glow on her eyes intensifies, then her irises suddenly becomes blue.

You watch in shock her average facial traces shifting, the lines of her cheeks and chin softening and aligning into an immaculate symmetry and slenderness. Her eyelashes get longer, the eyebrows thinner and harmonic, the nose slimmer and daintier as every imperfection disappears, her pale skin impeccably smooth and unblemished.

Furthering her transformation, her lips redden and get lightly fuller, her eyes become almond-shaped, her glossy blonde hair cascades and gently brushes her shoulders, tiny alluring details flourishing subtly, giving her delicate beauty a breathtaking hint of lust.

It ends. She stands still as if she had just arrived, staring at you with bedroom eyes, her sexy lips slightly parted, so utterly innocent and seductive that the mere sight of her makes you blush.

She takes off the leather jacket, throws it gracefully on the floor. Her mouth now moves, her voice ringing out so girlish, so filled with youth and mischievousness.

"It's nice to see that the first part is to your liking. Shall I continue?"

Your heart races with anticipation as you nod.

She keeps looking into your eyes, and you return her stare until you can't anymore, forced to lower your gaze. Your floral dress on her skinny body begins to move, tightening on her chest as you can spot two small bumps under it.

They don't stay small for long. Filling the baggy space, they quickly evolve to two round, large boobs like few you have seen in your life. But they keep going further, much further, the juicy globes expanding forward and to the sides, hiding her upper arms as they get bigger than basketballs, stretching the tiny gap under her neck to form an enormous, delicious cleavage.

You are mesmerized by the balance between firmness and softness, the feminine flesh leaking from its overstuffed confinement, the large, erect nipples jerking. Your mouth salivates, her stunning beauty making the whole picture so alluring that your hand unwittingly slides on your thigh towards your privates.

Your eyes widen when you realize how long you've been staring at them. She doesn't seem to mind.

"Conflicting things, as you said"

You stay in silence, bewildered. She's right. Your mind spins; the wish to taste them along with the wish to have them yourself, all merging into a turbulent, wild urge.

She asks casually, her humungous breasts almost bursting through the dress.

"Tell me it in a way that you consider appropriate"

You take a moment to catch your breath, just to feel yourself again on the edge of losing control.

"I-I think they are... Attractive"

""They"".

"No! I mean, you"

"The more you try to hold yourself, the prettier you get"

Her lips stop moving. Her sweet voice resembles in your head.

"Let's proceed"

Her body begins to change. As if drained, fractions of fat shrink from her limbs, leaving them defined. They then swell, swell with meat. Veins are pulled out under her soft skin by a surge of mass that start to make her muscles prominent, dense, impossible to ignore. Her upper arms come to view again as her torso widens, traps erupt under her silky hair.

Bulging and hardening, you watch years of sheer gym dedication arising in mere seconds, her gains not only making her buffer, but taller, her gaze below you, then leveled, then above. Suddenly, you find her looking down at you with a subtle, enticing interest.

You can't help but meet her gaze. She stands before you, bigger than any of the muscular women you secretly keep an eye out on social media, her beauty and stature exerting a natural, alluring dominance. The dress, your dress, is strained, glued to her imposing curves, barely covering her crotch. Behind tiny, rendered panties, you see her moistened sex.

As moistened as yours.

She asks, her voice firmer, spicier.

"Is this big enough for you?"

You feel the shame warming your cheeks.

"No"

She smiles.

"I know"

Her body begins to shake, her fingers twitching as her veins pop out frightfully, snaking down her arms and legs. Suddenly, the dress rips to pieces, revealing her muscles that start to grow at an alarming rate. In mere seconds, she becomes as big as male bodybuilders, then much bigger, to a size no human has ever come close to achieve, filling with the mass of more than four men combined.

She stares wantonly at you with a subtle grin as her muscles keep surging, dilating her veins even more, her biceps swelling bigger than her head, the traps emerging behind her dainty neck, her feet bursting through the sneakers, getting bigger but remaining wonderfully slender.

They grow, and grow, but not randomly, enlarging her torso and keeping her waist slim to shape the most voluptuous curves you've ever seen on a woman, an hourglass figure exuding femininity and power, her boobs expanding proportionally to match the tremendous muscle mass sculpturing her monumental body.

With a deep, sensuous breath, she's done, a sexual goddess more than 2.50m [8 feet] tall, one arm alone thicker than your chest. Her delicate traces remain intact, seeming even more entrancing in contrast with the monstrous muscles bulging and pulsating all over her.

Not your ideal beauty, traces, physique. It's beyond it. Prettier, sexier, more muscular than you have ever imagined. She is the manifestation of what you ultimately wanted, but couldn't even put together; every detail, every curve is molded by your deepest desires that even yourself had never been able to bring to surface. The strange sensation of acknowledging that the very concept of the astonishing beauty in front of you was scattered inside your brain, and is now materialized in your plain view, makes you close your eyes and shiver.

You open them. She gives a step towards you, then another. The vision of your perfect lover, approaching with an intention you can clearly read in her eyes, makes every single nervous tension of your body go into a frenzy.

And you don't try to stop her when she grabs your clothes and tears them. Relentlessly, just as you unconsciously were craving for her to do.

You gasp at the very first touch, a firm and warm grip in your waist as she effortlessly lifts you. By your waist, deliberately, so she can slide one hand down to your hips, slowly, savoring your shivers until her fingers sink on your buttock. Then the other hand, without rushing. The fact that you're so light to her arouses you even more.

You're eye to eye with her. Your breathing is erratic to the point that you can hear it.

Your eyes narrow, your eyebrows raise. You want her more badly than you've ever wanted anything else in your life.

She knows it.

She brings you closer. Presses you against her immense jugs.

You eagerly clutch her head and kiss her.

It's like an electric charge crossing your soul, your tongues entwining in a savage need.

She breaks the kiss.

You want more. She denies it.

There's nothing you can do to reach her. You know it. She knows it.

She holds you in silence for a moment. To show that she's in control.

When you're about to suffocate with craving, she raises you up.

The swift movement and her hot breath between your thighs catches you off guard.

The touch of her soft tongue on your clit hits you like a thunderstruck, your back arching, your hands tensing up, so stiff that you can't grasp her hair even dying to do so.

Confusion and thrill become one, fueling each other, delving yourself into the most depraved pleasure you have ever felt. Now it's you not moving your lips, stuck opened in a silent scream.

"T-this is unreal"

Her determination is frighteningly arousing.

"I can assure you that this is very real"

It's real, as real as any sensation can be. There is she, fondling your tits, fingering you, sucking your pussy ferociously, tipping every erogenous spot of your little body, the first signs of your rising orgasm making her more eager, more passionate. Air comes into your lungs just to be spilled out in harsh moans. But your excitement skyrockets when, as you squeeze the solid meat of her gargantuan muscles under her velvety skin, you feel then starting to grow again.

You cum hard on her face, and she just keeps going, as if her existence depends on consuming every last drop of your nectar. You cum again, and again, each orgasm erupting faster than the last as her muscles keep swelling around you, until your climaxes feel connected to each other.

She pulls her head away, but your belly stays contracted as the violent spasms continue to surge, the gap between them diminishing until they seem to merge, the frantic flow of pleasure washing you over and over like a raging river. Forcing you head up, you look down at her angelical face surrounded by a mountain of muscles throbbing with raw power, her boobs expanding into heavenly, gigantic globes of soft flesh.

You give yourself in. Completely surrendered. Realizing that your desire, like any true desire, is, always has been, indomitable. Trembling uncontrollably as you feel it fully unleashed. You don't care about your ragged voice, your utterly vulnerable state. You just beg compulsively, desperately.

"Grow bigger for me. Bigger than anything that ever existed. Engulf me with your muscles. Smother me with your power. CONSUME ME! AHHHHH!"

You moan profusely as her body grows to behemothic proportions, your hands and feet frantically caressing the massive surface expanding monstrously, the veins getting thicker than your fingers. Unimaginably, unfathomably huge.

Your mind, your senses numb, succumbing to the chain of orgasms exploding inside your brain. There's nothing more but your desire, and the never-ending fulfillment of it.

She observes you with a genuine, delicious pang of envy, something she knows she will never be able to feel again.

"Maybe I will recreate you, just the way you are. Such a fine girl you are"

A blinding light invades your eyes, followed by a wave of heat that hits your back with the force of a hurricane. It hurts, an excruciating pain. But, possessed by the loop of incommensurable pleasure, enraptured by something that can only be described as the singularity of ecstasy, you welcome it as it pierces your skin and dilacerates your very being.







The second ends.

[MGS-and-M]

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