Dreamrise [FMG, GTS, BE, ascension, absorption, power hungry, beautification]

[MGS-and-M]

Emily was the last of the researcher's crew to be allowed to go into the dig site. She heard enthusiastic comments from the others, but seeing for herself was completely different.

It was in fact a temple, or the remains of one. It was not big in space, similar in size of a tennis court, but, judging by one of the six pillars that stood intact, it was high, possibly taller than a seven-floor building.

The temple was so deep into the cave that it was hard to imagine that it was once in the open. The senior researchers were still inconclusive about this point. What they did know is that the temple was old, dating probably from the pre-Homeric period. With such long existence, it was plausible for it to have been buried over time, and even become hermetically sealed and completely cut off from the rest of the world like it was before being found by chance by a band of Bedouins.

They gave Emily 15 minutes for her first visit. Having permission to walk around the site, she climbed the small staircase and stepped onto the worn, dusty floor to what appeared to have been a hall. It was completely empty, except for one noticeable element in the middle of it. She went closer.

It resembled a quartz, but round and polished, embedded in the floor. Unlike the rest of the temple, it seems to be in excellent condition, no scratches or deterioration.

Making sure everyone else in the cave was distracted, Emily knelled and touched the crystalline rock; its curious shape and all surrounding it made her simply ignore the most basic of archeology's protocols. It was warm to the touch, a comfortable, smooth temperature. Standing up, rubbing her hands on one another, feeling the mild heat fade away, she continued to observe the site until she was asked to leave along with the other members.

That night, she had a dream. In this dream, she was standing at the entrance of the temple. It was in mint condition, and she was surprised that it had no walls or ceiling. It was surrounded by a dense vegetation and she could see scarped mountains in the back. The sky was black, the absence of clouds giving a clear view of thousands of stars.

In a pedestal, there was an hourglass, as big as a garden urn, splendidly crafted in noble wood and gold. And next to it, floating above the round quartz, was a figure of immense beauty. Emily could tell by her feminine traces that she was a woman, but she was much more than that.

She was delicate, her arms and legs skinny and gracious, but Emily could feel a strange sense of power emanating from her. Her face perfectly harmonic, a tiny nose and almond eyes, without a single sign of age, her immaculate snow-colored skin covered only in the breasts and crotch by two black silk straps that waved in the air even with no wind, leaving at sight the smoothest slim waist and flat belly ever to be seen.

With a subtle movement of her hand, the hourglass rose from its pedestal and spun, making the thin sand inside it starts falling. When it all poured to the lower part, the hourglass spun again. The sand went down faster and it spun once more, and the next time even faster, until the spins were happening without gaps between them. They kept accelerating to the point that Emily could no longer follow its movement, like the wheel of a car rotating at a high speed.

The vegetation around the temple began to change. Trees flourish and died, others sprung up in their place, grew tall and leafy, dried up and perished. A millennia-long cycle of life was happening in seconds. In the background, Emily saw floods, rivers forming and disappearing, turning into deserts, blooming again, and the mountains themselves surrendering, succumbing, deteriorating, shrinking to nothing more than small piles of stone. The night remained, a never ending dark blistering with the shiniest galaxies and nebulas, merging, fading and resurging in a cosmic waltz. Even the temple was unable to endure, as its columns fell, the once plain floor wore away, the pedestal crumbled until there was nothing left of it.

But there was the woman, and she stood there, serene, majestic, untouched by the relentless course of time.

Suddenly Emily heard an excruciating crack coming from the hourglass, and its sand scattered in the air like in a huge explosion. It began to slow down to a stop, completely destroyed.

The woman gestured again, and another pedestal appeared at the end of the hall, emerging from the ground. The shattered hourglass fluctuated towards it, and when it landed on the top, its broken parts began to recreate themselves, until it regained its original form.

The woman closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she was looking straight at Emily.

Emily felt herself sinking in an endlessly deep dark ocean. The woman could unveil every single remembrance of her, every secret, impulse, sensation, the lies, the joy and pain, the things she regrets she never did, her most profound fears, her most hidden fetishes...

It was more than that. For some reason, lost in a stream of inexistence caused by her glance, Emily was aware that she was not merely accessing her memories; she was showing that she already knew every single detail of Emily's life. She couldn't be deceived, or taunted, or passed over, because she knew everything. Without being able to react, paralyzed by her penetrating sight, Emily perceived the stars in the sky slowly fading, until the darkness embraced her completely.

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Emily woke up and the dream was vivid in her mind, like a real and intense new memory. Checking the clock, noticing that she overslept, she rushed to the central barrack. The crew were already settling the details for that day's activities. She timidly interrupted, asking if they could add an observation spot on the dig site, a strange unevenness at the end of the hall that she forgot to report yesterday. Some senior members glanced at each other, obviously disinterested. One of the diggers, a kind skinny man in his 60s, promised her that he would take a look.

She was waiting for them at the entrance's hole when the group came back. The digger smiled, then complimented her good intuition. One of the blocks right before the hall's end was loose, and they were able to lift it. As a token of gratitude, the expedition leader gave her permission to enter the cave; her second visit was scheduled only for the next day.

It was a short stay, but she was able to check out the new discovery. The risen stone block had an inscription, characters of an archaic cuneiform script engraved on one of its sides. A special group was formed, responsible for deciphering it. Being a beginner, she was left out of it.

At night, she had another dream. She was again at the entrance of the temple, and the marvelous woman was floating in the hall. She was looking at something far away that instantly caught Emily's attention.

It was a being that resembled a man, standing up, and his size was beyond anything Emily could ever have conceived. The mountains in the horizon could barely reach his shoulders, his bold head towering above the clouds.

The woman elevated her hand. When she slightly lowered it, the monumental being began to move, bending his legs until he was kneeling in front of her, and Emily could hear the thunderous rumbles his movements caused. He lowered his head in devotion, then began to adjust his body to lie down, resting his head close to the temple.

When he was done, the woman turned her eyes to Emily, then motioned to the titan's head.

As hypnotized, Emily climbed down the temple's stairs. Witnessing the gigantic head in front of her, she felt as insignificant as an ant, but she kept walking. A few steps away, she could distinguish white lines appearing in the head, delimiting themselves until they formed the shape of a door. The interior vanished, and a bright light came from the opened space. The light was warm and inviting. When she reached it, she woke up.

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The light was hurting her eyes, and she felt a pain in the back of her neck. She came out of the tent, her hand on her forehead to block out the sun, and bumped into one of the language scholars. When she went to apologize, a stabbing headache hit her.

Images, a whirlwind of them, flashed incessantly in her mind, and she could see the scholar in almost all of them.

She took a step back and, staggering, returned to the tent. Worried, the scholar asked to help her, but she just told him to go away.

The images continued to appear, scenes from the scholar's life scrambled and glued together like a disturbing movie, running frantically in her head. She slapped her face, threw water from a canteen, and the images gradually disappeared.

Panting, feeling the headache subside, she tried to compose herself. How was that possible? She never had direct contact with that man, and yet she could clearly distinguish him in the flashes. How could she have those memories?

A frightening conclusion became evident. Those were not her memories, but his.

Quietly, she got out of the tent. Nobody was near. Close to the trucks was one of the diggers, smoking a cigarette. She looked at him. Again, the torrent of images started flashing, showing various moments of his life. She quickly closed and massaged her eyes, feeling her head tired with the sudden effort.

She gave herself a few minutes in the tent. An idea occurred to her.

Looking down, she made her way to the tent where the deciphering group was working. Nobody really payed attention to her weird entrance, even when, not seeing straight where she was going, stumbled in a pickaxe. Grabbing a chair, she sat away from the table and carefully raised her head, focusing her view on one of the researchers. Like the others, his life events started to flip unendingly, an amalgam impossible to fully comprehend. That's when she made a severe struggle to concentrate on just one thing: the temple.

The images began to slow down, to order themselves, to show only figures of the cave, the entrance, the collapsed pillars, the solid rock cover sealing the interior. And, finally, the stone with the inscription.

Looking through his eyes, accessing and using his understanding of the matter like lens, new insights about those characters started to unveil, and she felt the meaning of them arising a little bit closer to the surface. After a few minutes, she led herself out of his head and focused on another member occupied in the table. His memories appeared like a heavy traffic, and she tamed them till the temple was again alone in her mind. Since none of the two showed signs of noticing her "visit", she kept going with the others.

After the fourth one, Emily made a pause. She could feel herself exhausted by the avalanche of information that she was absorbing; years of studying by some of the greatest minds in the field entering her brain in just a few hours. And, as the day passed and she gathered the knowledge of all the team, the inscription became clearer and clearer.

It was not a word, or a phrase; it was giving coordinates. Coordinates for the creation of a symbol.

At night, she sat at the floor of her tent and started drawing. She threw away many sketches until one of them made her stop. Something inside her gave Emily sure that she got the right composition, an unexplainable familiar sensation. She kept analyzing the strange shape, but one thing was still a mystery: it's purpose.

It was late. Depleted, Emily crashed on the sleeping bag and felt asleep.

She dreamed again. This time, hovering inside the temple, the woman was holding an apple. With the index of her other hand, she started to draw in the bright red peel, and Emily immediately recognize the traces of the symbol. When she was finished, she brought the apple close to her mouth and kissed it. As her lips touched the fruit, it became to languish, until it was no more than a dried stem. Suddenly, her pearled skin began to emanate a lively glow, and the stars in the sky also shone more intensely, until Emily was blinded by them.

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After awakening, Emily rubbed her eyes and looked at the symbol, left in a paper on the floor. She got up in a rush, then searched her ration. Picking an orange, she put it next to the drew symbol and copied it on the rugged peel with her finger. Nothing appeared on it, but she went on and kissed the orange.

Feeling something similar to a small shock, she threw the orange at the cloth wall. It fell and rolled awkwardly on the floor; it was no longer round, showing cavities as if it had shriveled. Suddenly she felt alert, her sleep completely gone, and a deep sigh made her want to do any activity that could be tasked to her; the fatigue of the journey and several days' work in the camp had vanished, replaced by a strange, exhilarating energy.

She picked another orange and repeated the process. This time, when the shock sparkled, she kept the fruit touching her lips until it was completely drained. The jolt travelled her body, invigorating her limbs, and she could swear that they were even a little bit toned. She was feeling like running a marathon.

She eagerly went again to her pack for another, but stopped. A thought came to her, sent shivers all over her body.

Could she do that not with something, but with someone?

The day passed with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, as she waited for the night to fall, so that the camp would be less busy.

Emily was certain of her target. He was quite odd, but not ugly, as young as her but, being some sort of prodigy in the carbon examination field, the seniors accepted his demand to have his own research tent, the same one he slept in.

Making sure no one else was there, she entered. He frowned by spotting her presence, but her timid, innocent smile smoothed his expression.

She came up with some silly story; she was feeling alone, he seemed to be a nice guy, they could know each other better. Caught off guard, he just kept listening. She approached, got under the tent's lamp, giving a better view of herself. He was obviously confused; he didn't remember her being... fit. As the distance between them diminished, both got increasingly nervous, for different reasons.

Hesitant on how to proceed, she started talking about the temple, random details of what she had discovered. Their bodies touched. She kept speaking without making much sense anymore and, in an erratic way, she started drawing the symbol on his forehead. As weird as the situation was, there was something erotic about her gestures that aroused him, making him just go along. When the symbol was done, she rested her shaky hand on his shoulder before their lips touched.

She almost lost her breath. The shock was way more intense than the first times, like it was coursing directly through her bloodstream. Her chest got warm, pulsating with energy. Suddenly, she felt her body contracting, stiffening and, for her absolute amazement, her muscles started to expand. Rigid mass slowly filled her torso and limbs, broadening her back, her thighs touching one another as they got thicker.

A major weakness struck the researcher. While she kept growing, his muscles were shrinking. Dizzy, he opened his eyes just to find the once small girl at his own eye level, her delicate hand supported by a large arm with a bicep that was bizarrely getting rounder and bigger right in front of him. He panicked, tried to get away, but it was too late. His eyes rolled and he fainted.

Emily took a step back, swallowed hard. Lying on the ground was just a shadow of what had been the researcher, his bones visible under his skin, as if he starved for weeks. Shivering, she took his limp body and laid it on the bed.

Facing what she caused to him, she felt terrible, but...

But a stronger feeling was surpassing the guilt. Not a feeling; an impulse. A deep, tempting impulse.

She left the tent. Taking care not to be seen, she made her way to the security sector. Spied the interior of the dormitories until she found one with only a single guard in.

The lights were low. He looked at her suspiciously, on the edge of noticing that something was out of place with the petite girl of the expedition, but she quickly pushed him to a bed, with a force that surprised both, ending in a riding position on top of him.

She took off his shirt. Playfully, she started to draw the symbol in his chest as if she was just teasing him with her finger. He was maliciously smiling at her when she finished it and kissed him.

This time, she could feel it working much faster. Her veins dilated and her muscles trembled as they started to get bigger and more ripped.

Feeling his body quivering along with hers, the guard opened his eyes at the same moment that her breasts began to press against his chest, as her increasing mass filled the gap between them. Realizing that something was dreadfully wrong, he tried to push her away, but she grabbed his arms and held them on the bed. At first, he almost released himself, lifting Emily partially, but she seemed to be getting heavier, stronger... With a strange fatigue overtaking him, he slowly lowered back to the bed, unable to escape the kiss.

She opened her eyes and a wave of pleasure crossed her as she witnessed her huge arms becoming even bigger, her large shoulders expanding around her head. The sensation was intoxicating. Savage feminine moans were escaping from between their mouths, as she hungrily sucked his energy into her muscles, delighting with every centimeter/inch and kilogram/pound her body was gaining. Soon, the man's struggle was nothing more than feeble spasms, an expression of pure terror distorting his face.

A shout suddenly snapped Emily out of her trance, and she discerned the name of the carbon researcher. She stood up at once, banging her head at the tent's roof lamp, and the abrupt movement caused her broader pectoral to make a tear at the back of her tank top.

Taking advantage of the turmoil that rapidly broke out in the camp, she sneaked through the shadows back to her tent. Still hearing the fierce movement outside, she turned off the light and hid her now massive body with a blanket. Someone appeared on the cloth door, said that the camp was being attacked, maybe by nomads, and that she should stay there. She nodded and he went away. With agitated thoughts about what she has done, she succumbed to a disturbed sleep.

She had another dream. The woman was there, celestial, perfect, like in all other dreams. Emily was again standing at the top of the stairs, but something was different.

She was not her tiny, weak self anymore. She was the new, strong, tall Emily, that last night dominated and subdued that guard so easily. And she enjoyed it, more than she could ever have imagined.

The worries about the consequences of yesterday's acts started to fade away, as a tingling in her stomach evolved to a burning that gently made its way down to her sex, soaking it wet with an uncontrollable lust.

She couldn't lie to the magnificent entity in front of her. She knew everything. And Emily felt an unembarrassed, depraved, buried desire emerging, screaming inside her.

She wanted more power. Much more.

The woman smiled at her, a smile of approval.

With a soft glide, she lowered herself, her delicate bare feet for the first time touching the ground.

She raised her hand. The quartz rock detached itself from the temple's floor, revealing an impeccable sphere, and floated up until it was at her finger's reach. She then twisted her arm, making the bright artifact rest at the palm of her hand.

The surface of the sphere started to change. The pale white gradually became a deep blue, marked by brown and green spots. Then, it started to spin. It became a perfect representation of Earth.

Then, Emily noticed the continents turning yellow and the oceans orange. They merged in a vibrant color of fire, releasing small circular flames as the sphere shone brighter. It was the sun.

For the woman, however, it was nothing but a toy.

Emily's eyes sparkled, her mind inebriated by the vision in front of her.

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Emily woke up. Uncovered herself from the blanket. Even with just the faint morning light that penetrated the cloth of the tent, she could see the carves, the curves, the firmness of her sexy, enormous body, the bulge of her muscles with every movement, the roundness of her biceps without her even flexing. Her breathing became labored, her nipples popped under the stretched tank top.

Not a single doubt crossed her mind. She got out and headed to the dig site.

Every person in the path couldn't help but stop what they were doing, mouth opened, halted by her astonishing presence, her impressive physique barely contained by her clothes. She just ignored them. Due to yesterday's events, there were three guards at the temple's passageway. Like the others, they were dumbfounded when she approached, more than a head higher than the tallest of the three.

She calmly informed that she would enter, as they mumbled that no one was allowed to access the temple until second order. She simply kept walking and, when one of them stood in front of her, she shoved him, throwing him in the ground with just a slight arm's movement. The other two warned the camp and tried to restrain her. She dragged both like they were kids holding her arms, not bothering to hurry, then tossed them before squeezing through the entrance.

Soon most of the sturdy guys, diggers, carriers, drivers went to help. None of them were able to act right away when, within the tunnel, they came across Emily's huge and alluring figure, her long velvety hair cascading on her high traps and broad back, finishing just before her thin waist, her hips in a slow, sensual motion as she was taking tranquil steps towards the temple.

Eventually they tried to stop her. One jumped on her neck, some tackled her legs, while others pushed her rock-hard abs. The useless effort of the group just made her hornier. One by one, Emily casually got rid of them before climbing the stairs.

She kneeled at the center of the hall, next to the round quartz. As she touched its warm surface, the crystalline rock felt like it attached to her hand. She pulled it, breaking the floor around. Inside the perfectly round shape, there was a pale red light, pulsating steadily.

In a blink of an eye, the light disappeared.

An agonizing blast struck her, tensing every fiber of her being. She felt as if heat, electricity, gravity, all forces that govern the universe were being infused into her body. The pain quickly shifted into an unthinkable, unbearable pleasure, like a thousand simultaneous orgasms. Her fingers pressed unconsciously the sphere until it cracked and shattered.

Her clothes tore almost instantly, revealing a gorgeous body that started to grow at a terrifying pace. She cried out in ecstasy, her womanly moaning reverberating in the stone walls like divine bells. Her growth could be heard, a heavy flowing sound as her muscles were engorged with tremendous amounts of mass. Some men were able to flee, but most of them were hooked to the sight of her humungous body that kept expanding, getting taller, her boobs inflating into gigantic globes of feminine flesh, bigger and bigger in every way.

But even experiencing a power far beyond any human boundaries, something was repeating in her mind, like a wicked mantra.

I want more.

Emily let go a deafening, lustful scream of pleasure, as her transformation speeded up even more, her body shaking as violently as an earthquake. Her colossal hourglass figure towered 5, 10, 20 meters (15, 32, 65 feet), the cave being filled with her monstrous muscles. She was about to reach the cover of the cave when a surge of raw power blasted the vast rock layer above her, vaporizing the nearby debris and launching the rest far away, putting the temple in the open once more.

Visible from kilometers/miles away, higher than the mount that hid the temple ever had been, Emily had become a 40 meters (131 feet) behemoth of power and beauty no human has ever witnessed.

Enraptured by her own absolute might, she climaxed with a thunderous groan, her pussy squirting the purest of nectars that instantly made trees and flowers blossom where its drops fell.

The growth finally ceased. She remained still, and the mere subtle body movement of her breathing was enough to tremble the soil under her feet.

The expedition kept looking at her sheer, unimaginable size, marveled and horrified by the presence of a goddess.

But Emily was seeing that differently.

A sensation, ravaging inside her, that only an infinitesimal fraction of her power have been released.

She smiled. The rest would be unleashed soon. Very soon.

[MGS-and-M]

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