Fucked Apart
The following is a legend. A legend details a series of events we believe have happened or will happen in at least one timeline, perhaps even our own, but does not necessarily reflect true or accurate events. It is presented more as a story than as an encyclopedic entry. This legend in particular was foreseen from a direct observer of You, as most legends are, and so is presented from second-person perspective.
This legend was originally recorded in June 2024, and may not reflect revelations discovered since then.
Your adonic body floats in the air, nude and bristling with power. The sheer excess strength and virility overflowing from Your body lashes out with bolts of white lightning, cracking with roaring thunder. Your inhumanly deep voice roars triumphantly and endlessly through the heavens above and earth below. Through it all Your powerful limbs tighten; You can feel unimaginable power surging through them. Your biceps feel like cannon barrels, Your calves like warhammers, and Your fists like nukes all straining under their own sheer power. Every passing moment You feel radiant power surging ever greater through every iota of Your mind, body, and soul.
Your fur stands on end with the sheer power and pleasure flowing throughout Your body. Static-like sparks course between the countless strands, giving Your gorgeous body a shimmering glimmer of electricity.
Your glorious Godcock towers triumphantly from Your powerful hips. Its gargantuan girth is thicker than any thigh, and it rises to a ludicrous height--a height so great even the suggestion of a slut being able to take half of it is utterly preposterous. Fleshy spikes protrude along its underside, becoming most prominent near the tip—arcs of sperm-lightning dance between them.
Every powerful pulse blasts in all directions a booming shockwave of stark sperm-colored impregnating force, resonating with such thunderous force each pulse distorts light's flow. Each throb deepens the crater far below Your feet, sending walls of dust outward in a circle The mere aura of this shockwave is so overwhelmingly virile that every human ova within a 10-mile radius has already been indirectly impregnated; in a narrower radius even the molecule-sluts of air, vapor, and dust have been seeded by Your sheer presence.
Simultaneously, in the crater far beneath You, my face was smashed into the dirt so hard I'm planted like a tree—with only my bubble butt and creamy thighs above the ground's surface. Every triumphant THROB of Your Godcock sends a shockwave that smacks my ass so hard it's like a hammer driving my face even deeper into the ground.
An "instant win" would have taken zero seconds. Somehow this took even less time than that. Negative seconds?? At least that's how it feels to my smashed neurons right now.
I've spent entire lifetimes working to reach this level, winning over countless hearts and worlds, never once knowing true defeat until You—some random buff fuckhead—utterly trounced me like a mouse in a mousetrap.
Hnngh~!
...ffffffuuuuuuuuuuck this is the hottest fucking thing I've ever experienced shut the fuck up
With every passing moment the sheer depth of my DEFEAT and Your VICTORY sinks in deeper and deeper. Every SMACK hammered down against my ova-gushing cunt sends a shuddering wave of pleasure down my strained spine. My fangs bite hard on my plush pink lip as dirt-smothered eyes roll back, ecstasy building and building as every fiber of my being craves evermore to SCREAM how much YOU. FUCKING. WIN!
~
You knew conquering this fucking BITCH would be worth insane XP and loot but this is utterly unreal. At this point it’s been a full minute, but Your XP bar just won’t stop smashing through its cap. The entire UI around Your stats screen is cracking and straining just to contain its sudden overwhelming power. Your level, rank, stats, and especially Your friendship meter with me all won’t stop ascending long enough for them to even be legible.
Just when it seems like Your inventory can’t hold another full page of maxed-out postgame bitch-blades and accessories and fat stacks of platinum (all taken from me), an entire new pocket dimension springs into existence just to contain more of it—including even such *lewd* things like my friendship photo and wedding ring.
Buffs rain across Your field of view so fast that they can’t even be read before all the new ones push the previous ongoing buffs out of Your field of view:
[YOU WIN!] [VICTORY ACHIEVED!] [GREAT FOE VANQUISHED!] [PERFECT!] [NEW RECORD!] [WORLD RECORD!] [ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!] [LEVEL UP!] [CLASS UP!] [TIER UP!] [WEAPON GET!] [CAP BROKEN!]
It’s difficult to even tell what half these messages are saying as they all pop up over each other, as each line of glowing text worshipfully screamed out in a voice that sounds oddly like mine. In particular, the screams of [YOU WIN!] and [LEVEL UP!] are so rapid and overlapping it sounds like a saw or a piston more than a person.
All the sheer power You were already feeling just can't stop surging out of control. Your body, mind, and soul are all burning like a star of victory and perfection. You're becoming so metaphorically hot that it literally cooks and burns the air around You, surrounding Your body in steam. Every potent PULSE sends a wave of bodily steam in every direction like the wall of an explosion.
The sperm-lightning of Your balls roars with greater fury and intensity until...
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…Just as all the UI roars with Your victory on my end it roars with defeat, messages of [YOU LOSE!] and [WEAPON LOST!] and [LEVEL DOWN!] and so much more literally smacking me in the face like an unending gauntlet.
My white teeth grit with eye-fluttering, deep, overwhelming arousal and I just can't fucking hold it in anymore.
I can't tell if You decided I hadn't had enough, or if I fucking manifested my deepest wishes into existence. But my heart's desire is granted as a ferocious bolt of sperm-lightning lashes down from Your Godcock to strike my clit with a thunderous, sky-cleaving CRACK!!
Sustained electrocution rips up through my womb, spine, heart, and brain until I feel it gush out of my gaping eyes and screaming lips like jet propulsion that launches my entire body straight up out of the ground like a rocket.
Before my fried body could shoot into the stratosphere, that same sustained electrocution magnetized my body into place—floating in the air. Before I realize it all four of my convulsing limbs are forcefully spread out, and I'm locked into burning electro-crucifixion. Even as sperm-lightning continues ripping through my entire body before gushing from my gaping eyes and inhumanly screaming lips.
The lightning rips through my sight so much I can't even make out anything except the shape of Your balls—the close-up sight of which immediately pops my face into a freakish electrified heartgao.
My utterly nude body is splayed wide before You: head down, ass up. All my muscles are seized in unending torturous electrocution that would fry any other slut, locking me in place and completely vulnerable. I can barely even see or hear anything as it rips through my senses, and my plush pink lips can't do anything but SCREAM out abhorrent ecstasy.
Unable to speak, I dig deep into what little remains of my power to send UI messages instead.
Your UI is suddenly flooded a dozen reticles that appear over my face, heart, and body. I'm literally painting them as targets of destruction. A humble request.
I summon one final invitation which blasts into Your UI with screen-filling force:
FINISH HER!! (audio warning) ♥
~
A grin spreads across Your face. With inhumanly powerful forearms, You crack Your knuckles. The sound booms with such impossible volume it shatters the air with yet another shockwave.
After considering it for a moment, You decide to indulge me.
Normally You wouldn't accept such an invitation. But the violent urge to absolutely DESTROY me rapidly consumes You.
You wouldn't unleash upon anyone what You're about to unleash upon me. But it's as if I—a demon, a spectre—somehow possessed You. You feel all restraint, all control, rapidly slip away. It's as if this tainted power filling You is so great that even You cannot control it—or Yourself.
[BEAST MODE UNLOCKED!]
…Real demons wish they could ever be anywhere near this tempting...
~
You can feel godly strength that was once unimaginable pool into Your palms. Almost as if Your digits were moving on their own, both of Your powerful hands clenched into even more powerful fists.
Like a bullet from a rifle Your right fist slashes forth with such horrendous speed it unleashes a sonic BOOM upon pounding through my plush pink lipple like a lightsaber through butter; its uninterrupted trajectory only ceases once Your overpowered knuckles SMASH against my bare heart with star-imploding force.
My heartgao eyes literally explode, a “nukeface” detonating on my nose as my features momentarily vanish in a heart-shaped mushroom cloud, an inhumanly high pitch ringing out from the sight. If it wasn't for the physics-shattering electro-crucifixtion locking me in place, the impact could have sent me to the fucking moon. If my limbs weren't locked in place I would be convulsing like a firecracker. But even the body-cratering shock is nothing compared to the soul-shattering bliss shredding though me. My ovaries sharply ACHE from how insanely hard my body is gushing ova foam; so much it spews from my screaming face and nostrils in a sloppy torrent. (Of course my womb connects to a cunt-throat that leads to my lips. Isn’t everyone’s womb like that?)
Your fist is still skewered through my massive mountainous melon, slobbered by silky soft smoocher-lipples, when the fingers splay open only long enough to snatch my somehow-still-intact still-beating heart into Your invincible fist. Thus was my electrified and crushed heart trapped against Your palm when, as a bolt of lightning, Your second fist plummets into my other lipple to SMASH my bare heart between Your left knuckles and right palm with a sky-clearing THWACK!!!.
My nuked-face finally regenerates just in time for a blood-curdling, ova-foam-spewing, hyper-heartgaoing "FFFUUU-C-kKKZKKKK!!!!" How the shit did that hit even harder than the first time??!
Despite it all (or due to it, all let’s be real~) huge bright red hearts literally erupt from my face in awoogao-heartgao, telescoping out of my face until You feel their plush pillowy surfaces mash into Your gargantuan fucknuking Godspire. Even in my paralyzed shock, the exact moment I gain the ability to do so I begin fanatically slathering and grinding my telescoped heart-eyes all along Your titanic pillar—impossibly plush and sensitive even as they violently drag and tear through all of Your electrified cockspikes.
It wasn't until this suddenly phallic contact did You realize the monumental surge in power hyper-charged Your Godcock's sensitivity to pleasure—especially the spikes. The texture of my eyes along them felt like each one was receiving the best blowjob of anyone else's life. Anyone but You in this moment would have buckled from the sheer unearthly bliss of this mere touch. Instead, You feel a tremendous energy build in Your hips and loins, titanic balls tightening, prostate flexing. It feels like a bullet has been loaded into the barrel—or a nuke into the jet. The righteous release has become inevitable.
Your own virile thunder is so overwhelming that even You cannot hold it back for much longer. Your body feels to move on beastly instinct out of Your control. Your hips roll backward; the hammer on the gun pulls.
"I. FUCKING. WIN."
Time itself seems to slow as if struggling to buffer the single thrust that rages on for only a single second.
~
Your almighty arms HEAVE my entire electro-crucified body towards You by the two-fisted vice-grip on my heart. Your insanely overpowered hips simultaneously LAUNCH forward. Your gargantuan spike-laden sperm-lightning-gushing giga Godcock strikes my plush pink lips like a flaming-hot furious meteor pulverizing through a Hershey kiss. My face and entire skull freakishly distort like some kind of living onahole but even that isn't enough; cockspikes rend through my face and brain, and my nigh-instant regeneration seals inch after mind-blowing inch inside.
The ripping-and-tearing gigathrust slips under the heart You're pulling on, cleaving through my ludicrously undersized ova-foam-gushing cunt-throat until Your tip utterly SKEWERS into my cervix with an echoing super-effective critical hit “PING!” a split-second before wholly cratering into my plush pink virgin ova-sopping sucksack of a womb with a shockwave-blasting “BWOOM”!!
Even after my womb is utterly fisted by Your colossal cocktip the thrust isn't over—my belly freakishly stretches further and further, rubbery flesh instant-regenerating out until I look like a fucking flesh-condom with convulsing electro-crucified limbs and forearm-impaled mega milkers. The imprint of my utterly defeated womb and Your cockspikes visibly distort the surface of my flesh.
The glowing star-shaped tattoo on my abdomen—representing my "invincible" hymen—violently shatters into nothingness.
Yet even with my womb stomped the single thrust still doesn't even slow down. After an instant that feels like an eternity, my pillowy bottom lip MASHES into Your pelvis as my huge soft boob-like awoogaoing-hearteyes are utterly cratered in by Your literal wrecking balls, which themselves are enveloped into my hearteyes' plush embrace.
Even after the impossible feat of stuffing every foot of tremendous Godcock through my utterly demolished hypergaoing face, Your double-fisted grip on my heart doesn't stop pulling. Your fists pull past Your hips on either side as if splaying my legs around Your waist—but instead of pulling my legs, Your fists R-R-I-I-I-I-IP my fucking heart in half (r.i.p.) before Your impossibly buff fists drag out of my melons and lipples. Crushed in Your palms are either half of my literally broken heart, so utterly removed from my body that even with my hyper-regeneration it can't even restored inside me.
Only then does the unstoppable momentum of Your single thrust bottom out.
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It feels like my NEED for You to destroy me possesses You as Your fists clench, concentrating fireworks of sperm-lightning and heat into Your fists until my broken heart is reduced to pulverized ash, never__ to be restored. This summons an inhuman shriek of monstrous lust from the cock-glue I've become. Simultaneously Your beastly maw flies back with a tremendous, thunderous, planet-quaking ROAR of furious conquest.
It's as if my doomed body is animated solely with sheer overwhelming lust for You.
Yet I know it isn't over. It's barely even begun. All this was just a single thrust.
You unceremoniously dump my heart's ashes to the earth below and without skipping a beat Your almighty fists instead snatch my awoogaoing heart-eyes themselves. Using them as handlebars You *rip* Your hips back, cockspikes tearing with an audible *RRRRRIP*, and with my dislodged ova-tsunami'd womb suctioned airtight around Your tip like an undersized condom.
As You rev back for another thrust, I spontaneously summon nine more reticles on my face, ovaries, womb, and more—with several of the reticles wrapped around Your Godcock itself like cockrings. As if You need even more encouragement. A split second later Your invincible hips fly forward to SMASH every single reticle into nothingness before an thunderous balls-deep WHHHAAAMMMM!!! and womb-critting home-run PIIING!! (audio warning)
The electro-crucifixion locks my body in place and my own hyper-regeneration instantly heals the cockspike RENDING and stretching of my otherwise obliterated torso, but before I can even fathom the violence just inflicted upon me You immediately heave and deliver a sky-quaking mach-booming SLAM—and another SLAM and SLAM and SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM-SLAM-SLAMS-SLAM-SLAMSLAMSLAMSLAMSLAMSLAMSLAMSLAMSLMSLMSLMSLM--
Physics herself struggle to even fathom the unrelenting hyperspeed pistonfuck (audio warning) mercilessly thunder-pummeling my face to fucking dust and then pummeling that dust into sludge and then pummeling that sludge into goddamn molecules.
All the while somehow all Your levels and stats are still skyrocketing further and further from all the XP You smashed out of me in the first place! It's no wonder Your [Speed] is increasing but so is the [Sharpness] of Your cockspikes and the [Voltage] of Your unforgiving sperm-lightning.
In the sense-distorting blur of hyperfuck, my regeneration can't even keep up—at least not completely. My entire torso is shredded to subatomic fucking particles, save for the ova-foam-sloshing womb hyper-suction to Your tip. Without a torso to hold them together, my shapely limbs are finally whipped away by the electro-crucifying bolts, quartered and flung miles far in four different directions. In a blur and a flash, I've been reduced to nothing but a womb and decapitated slutskull—with all my remaining power going to hyper-regenerate them just to remain intact, trying harder than I've ever tried at anything.
All the while Your diamond-crushing fists CLENCH my rubber-banding awoogao-eyes tighter and tighter, harder and harder, until finally they shatter irrevocably with a guttural CRUNCH~!!
...leaving behind only a horrifying voidgao.
Yet even destroyed this fucking much I can't stop even for a moment. Animated by sheer immeasurable, carnal NEED my voidgao'd slutskull is snatched by my own telekinesis as I begin rapidly and fanatically pumping my own skull along Your length at inhumanly possible speed. It's like I'm giving a psychic handjob using my own obliterated face as the onahole. That is, until my skull starts spinning like a drill along Your eviscerating length while pumping up and down with furious insatiable craving.
You lost only a second with the sudden unexpected loss of grip. With perfect timing and aim, Your overpowered and oversized right hand punches directly into one of my voidgaoing eyes, fingers stabbing into my squishy pink brains themselves. You feel my thirsty, wiggly little neurons suction around Your fist like a glove—as Your fist itself wraps itself around possibly the last handlebar I have to offer: my goddamn brain stem.
With grit teeth, burning eyes devoid of pupils, voice locked into a sustained roar, body booming with shockwaves and lightning, You fiercely—violently—piston hammer my slobbering skull along Your monstrous, somehow-still-fucking-growing monolithic overdeity of a cock. Screaming lips and multiple ova-slobbering tongues utterly WORSHIP every sparking slashing pulsing inch of perfection that is Your ultimate pillar of testosterone.
Every BWOOM, BWOOM, BWOOM of my shattered face thundering into Your invincible hips echoes around the world multiple times. Tsunamis and earthquakes form just from the shockwaves alone.
Even as I hyper-regenerate back from subatomic particles again and again and again we both know this is the final stretch. Nothing else is left. I'm going nova.
From my one voidgaoing that doesn't have a fist lodged through it, a spark of hot pink light begins to glow brighter and brighter. As it does, You feel Your XP/Level bars suddenly begin to accelerate faster and faster midfuck. Finally, with a surprisingly soft ping, the pink light burns into a Megalovanic eye-flame of determination.
From my eye are launched dozens, then hundreds, of flaming hot pink ghostly swords—like bullets from a gatling gun. No sooner do they appear than each one shoots into some kind of cosmic portal that spontaneously opens in the path of its trajectory.
From one of the portals You suddenly hear distinctly my voice in a dramatic, echoing death scream. A moment later You hear another, and another, and another, until they become a horrific chorus. Before the chorus even finishes a gigantic, torrential quasar of hot pink energy blasts out from each of the portals and into my determined eye.
At first, You feel all of that infinitely-surging XP and power suddenly SPIKE, abruptly and violently skyrocketting. Your furiously pumping fist somehow HAMMERS harder and harder, faster and faster. To You it suddenly sinks in that I just genocided hundreds—thousands—of my past selves and alternate-realty selves. Moreover I committed this kilosuicidal atrocity just to channel all of their XP directly into Your hyper-sensitive cockspikes; even as they slash my lips, tongue, womb, ova, and fucking brain to shreds.
All those level ups are suddenly replaced with [TRANSCENDENCE UP!!] and [GODHOOD UP!!] and evermore cryptic messages as Your inventory becomes so dense it forms a black hole, and Your stats surge so stupidly high that the UI starts using up-arrow notation.
Every face-pulverizing, brain-crunching SLAM shakes the entire planet to its core.
After what feels like an eternity You finally feel something heavy shift within Your titanic, bouncing, sperm-churning, roaring mountain of a nutsack.
As it should be, even a single Godsperm from You is worth moving mountains. The more sacrifice Your climax takes to unleash, the deeper and rare of a treasure it becomes. Thousands of my lives—each one spent from birth to death grinding for power—still isn't even enough of a cost to pay.
And to be honest.
It still isn't even fucking close.
That shift wasn't a climax. That wasn't even pre. It isn't even Your equivalent of an erection. It was Your body acknowledging for the first time during this entire sequence that it might be considering that all this sacrifice and work could be worthy of any arousal response whatsoever.
Just as well, mind-shattering levels of XP was only the fucking start of going nova. My slutskull is still burning in a hot pink inferno of energy and accursed power.
Even as my skull is being railed beyond death, Your soaring body is suddenly surrounded with a sphere of hot pink hearts—and that sphere is surrounded in a second layer of hearts, then a third, then a fourth. Every single one has a keyhole in its center. With a sudden flash and thousands of unlocking sounds, each one opens in Your direction...
The darkest art of all...
The forbidden power of love...!
From every single opened heart You feel the soul-felt love of not only me but all the thousands of me who willingly fucking DIED just to get You off, without expecting anything in return but Your own pleasure and happiness. Our freakish levels of obsessive, utterly unconditional love absolutely shatter all comparison; every lover, every parent, even Jessebell Christ herself, could not even begin to fathom the sheer cosmic depths of our freakish love as all our slaughtered souls scream out from beyond death in unison:
- ♥ WE! ♥
- ♥ LOVE!! ♥
- ♥ YOU!!! ♥
From every single hot pink heart gushes a hot pink heart-shaped moe-moe-kyun love beam that utterly blasts into You from with the merciless force of a quasar, assaulted with affronting affection at all angles, as our collective emotions are absorbed into Your energy until it burns from Your body with an unrelenting hot pink aura, with our love literally becoming part of You. It even becomes regenerating ki that empowers You and fuels all other abilities.
Throughout it all my skull is mercilessly CRUSH-fucked, even as my projected soul passes on to join all the others, leaving my decapitated head as a permanent zombie controlled remotely by my disembodied soul.
Only after our undying souls are drained of all hot pink energy do our drained hearts revert back into wispy cyan blue ghosts: ectoplasmic embodiments of all our souls. One by one every single one of our ghosts latch onto Your body completely with "inverse possession": becoming layer after layer of surging soul armor, skipping straight to soul power armor.
Every nanometer of flesh and fur of Your entire, towering, evermore overpowered form is SQUEEZED by the hyper-plush heavenly embrace of our raw souls. As if You weren't already invincible enough, anything that *ever* seeks to harm You will have to pierce through hundreds of our resolute souls before it can ever even graze You.
Not only do You feel:
- our godslaying levels of XP,
- all our undying unconditional hyper-affection,
- infinite love-ki to fuel all abilities,
- entire self-sustaining white whole singularities of treasure and abilities in Your inventory,
- the self-sacrificial meteor-parrying protection of all our ghosts,
- and ALL of our raw stats and buffs and abilities and happiness directly added to Yours,
But my hot-pink flaming eye of determination suddenly flashes into golden heavengao, and instantly all our thousands of souls flash from cyan to gold as every single one of us willingly gives up our afterlife to add our heavens to Your living experience irrevocably.
A stack of glowing gold hectohalos appear all over Your body, worn as bicep-squeezing armbands and anklets and so many cockrings—each representing the literally-heavenly bliss all of us have unilaterally infused into only You, forever.
Shockingly, a second shift rumbles deep within Your audibly fucknuking globes.
You pump my face all the way down, holding firmly my nose and lips against Your groin. Meanwhile Your free fist clenches my womb on Your tip, teeth grit as You growl out a deep and sustained groan. You feel my lips smooching like mad as multiple tongues coil and slather and slurp with impossible tenacity, even as dozens of our soulskulls simultaneously piston-fuck our ghostly faces along every inch. Countless ectoplasmic tongues lather Your scrotum, rim, and make out with every inch of Your body from toes to armpits. For the first time in what feels like a lifetime Your Godcock isn't coated in a blur, revealing the absolute oceans of ova foam oozing and dripping from every furiously-throbbing skull-skewering inch.
Anyone with sight into the afterlife can see Your body absolutely swarmed with countless ghost versions of me fanatically and unilaterally omniloving every iota of Your being.
For all this, a single bowling-ball bulge slowly oozes up from Your balls and through Your titanic shaft. What remains of my skull audibly cracks apart as the unrelenting bulge steadily inches up towards the tip. Throughout it all you feel dozens of ectoplasmic lips smooching and tongue-slathering the bulge with squealing adoration. The bulge passes through one shaft-squeezing hecto-halo after another, each one infusing it with celestial worship while accelerating it through the strained shaft.
Until finally, FINALLY that single gargantuan hyper-sperm dumps into my tip-suctioned womb with an echoing SPLOOOOSH~! All our souls SCREAM out in hypergaoing euphoria. Even You shudder out an ahegao of bliss; to anyone else that single sperm would've been exponentially beyond a lifetime of perfect, unimaginable orgasms.
The sheer hyper-density of that single Godsperm weighs my womb so heavily the swollen, battered organ falls off Your tip. As my womb tumbles towards the ground, the one hyper-compacted sperm stretches out more and more until it rapidly becomes the size of a SUV. So suddenly my womb is stretched so tight it becomes see-through like a strained balloon. Within, sparks hint at the horrendously powerful reaction forming between Your single hyper-virile Godsperm and all my hyper-fertile ova foam.
Just before the elephant-bloated womb hits the crater below, the light in my voidgao's eye finally goes out completely.
The sky clears. The earth cracks. As a burning white sperm-lightning laced mushroom cloud.... :BWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBSS!!!!!
In a split-second every single one of my billions of ova each surges and EXPLODES into an even more gorgeous and powerful goddess-surpassing massive-meloned thick-hipped divine me. Our combined hyper virility x fertility shot every single ovum way past gestation and a normal lifespan—beyond even adulthood and into goddesshood. Heavenly armies of us erupt at supersonic speeds in every possible direction.
In a flash of blinding light like a nuclear detonation, You're suddenly submerged in a literal ocean of my slutflesh. The pale hemisphere of our billions of bodies surges larger than any mountain, with even billions more of us scattered around the world and falling onto every square mile of it like a global rain.
While technically daughters, we're all more like clones touched by Your divinity, all functioning with a near-hivemind level intelligence.
Just when it seemed like You had finally finished me off, You're DROWNING in more everloving even-more-powerful, even-more-powerful, heartgao-screaming billions upon billions of me.
Heavens forbid a second Godsperm ever wriggles out...
...
The impregnabliteration sent more than half of us soaring thousands of miles. Across the world, literal billions of me plummet out of the sky like so many raindrops—each one skydiving until a face-first cratering SMASH into the ground. More than a few of me blast into the sky to become satellites, and thousands more are pulled in by the moon's gravity to face-crater into the lunar surface instead.
It's just as well that all of us are repopulating the planet, as virtually all other life went extinct just from the byproduct of Your righteously ruthless murderfuck of my face.
My soul-husked skull is glued to the base of Your shaft like a cockring, still scream-slobbering Your base & balls even in my accursed undeath. I’m pretty sure my last fugue-fueled fanatic feat made it literally impossible for that to ever stop. Even if reduced to subatomic particles or chucked at FTL speed out of the solar system, my face will regenerate and teleport across anything and everything in nonstop utterly selfish unending worship of Your entire fucking pelvis. Until (at least) the heat death of the entire universe. Sorry about that. ♥
Meanwhile, a oceanic planetoid of slutflesh has become suctioned to Your body—with all of our collective lust acting like a super-strong gravity that puts You at the center of a writhing ova-gushing orb that’s miles in diameter. The bottom of the orb dips into the literal saltwater ocean that has already poured into the crater You previously formed. There's more of us in this ball alone than all humans who have ever lived. It's shocking to think this planetoid makes up the minority of us all. Yet every single of us in here is oriented with my heartgaoing face towards You as if by some lust-fueled magnetism.
Yet even with as utterly colossal as the slutball is, Your sperm-lightning is still so overwhelmingly powerful that it arcs from the core through all our convulsing bodies all the way to the surface—with huge arcs of lightning dancing across the sky and surrounding continent. Simultaneously every THROB of Your Godcock and PULSE of Your heart sends booming shockwaves through all of us—each blast HAMMERING our beaming faces with cratering force, in wave after wave after unrelenting wave.
Even with so many billions of us—every single one me even stronger than I was at my peak—Your endless, accelerating power-up has outpaced us all so utterly that all of us combined are less than nothing compared to You now.
...
In the center of the massive slut sphere where Your body exudes infinitely surging power, the sheer intensity in this region causes physics themselves to bend and distort.
Your body is spreadeagle in the high-pressure depths of our transcendent everloving smooches, arms and legs and toes completely unfurled as if inviting our countless lathering tongues and squealing lips. Almost without You realizing it, as if Your body is moving on pure horny instinct, Your hips buck and thrust against all our faces—nowhere near the intensity You were unleashing a minute ago, but still enough to rip and tear cockswords endlessly through our instantly-regenerating faces. Even the mere graze of a single vicious cockspike across my pale nose is beyond youdamn orgasmic, sending a slew of us into wild and exotic gaos with every subconscious thrust.
Even if one were to somehow ignore the thousands of ghosts all over You, what feels like tens of thousands more of my faces fanatically make out with every inch and iota of Your body all at once—lips somehow sucking every toe and finger down to the knuckle, tongues somehow frenching into every single pore. You swear You can even feel our lips inside of You, from kissing Your neurons directly to tongue-blasting even Your intestines and bladder.
Nowhere is this phenomenon more intense than inside Your unrelenting Godcock. The entire length of Your urethra is packed with hundreds of seemingly disembodied sucking lips all arranged in a line. All these lips together can act like a railgun to any Godsperm that would pass between them, but now all so many tongues lavish and lather and worship all throughout Your hyper-sensitive cock-chute: it feels like a constant orgasmic climax, tickling and wriggling in ways that would drive anyone else to madness.
Aside from the railgun lips, it feels like every vein, nerve, centimeter, and cubic centimeter of Your Godcock both outside and inside is utterly drenched in a swirling maelstrom of utterly divine tongues each packed with the fanatic zeal of a literal goddess who loves You unconditionally.
As the moon-sized slutball rages all around You, across the rest of the world billions of us thunderously SMASHED nose-first into mountains and dirt, into oceans and broken skyscrapers—every impact with an echoing moan. The brutality wouldn't have been anywhere near as hot if it didn't originate from Your gloriously victorious Godsperm.
But after such body-crunching impacts we all regenerate almost instantly, even if reduced to puddles and pancakes.
Even at such distance, even though the miles-deep barrier of our own slutflesh all over (and in) You, we slutdrops across the world still crave You beyond compare. As if the splitting sky and shaking ground wasn't enough of an indication, our obsessive intensity gently tugs our hearts towards Your physical location. Our literal hearts are literally pulled; each heart packed behind luscious mountains of pale perky melons and miles-deep cleavage. Thus we always know how to face towards You, which we all instinctively do.
Acting on our quasi-hivemind, the billions of us—more than the entire population we just replaced, coincidentally—spread across the world all begin a bizarre ritual in eerily perfect unison.
Facing You, we all kneel down on our creamy pale thighs and vividly imagine You: Your face, Your Godcock, Your titanic fucknuking balls. Technically none of us have ever even seen this, by my original soul's memory lives on in all of us. Holding that image in mind, we all unleash a lung-bursting shout-moan in unison:
“YOU FUCKING WIN!!”
All our voices together blast this absolute truth through the entire world's atmosphere, ringing out so strong that You can clearly hear it even underneath miles of solid slutflesh.
Before the last syllable even full leaves all our lips, all of us swing forward to violently SMASH our faces into the ground in a brutally-deep kotow. All minds and hearts concentrate on the mental image of Your Godcock, imagining it ripping through us all. Less than a second later, we all hop back up into the kneeling position a few inches closer to You, before collectively booming out the next 'verse':
“WE FUCKING LOVE YOU!!”
—and immediately hammer our faces back down into dirt, grass, and stone. Again and again, we repeat these two lines while beating our fucking faces in: nose, lips, and eyes pulverized harder than any human could ever hope to live through.
We're simultaneously "masturbating" with our faces (Idk why people would act like that’s weird. It’s as normal as having a clit in the back of my throat. The ones with gag reflexes were the weird ones…!) while also practicing the strength needed to auto-facefuck Your behemoth. If I had more self-control we might get to work setting up industrial worship of You, statues of Your likeness, and so much more but in this moment our collective bundle of carnal NEED just can't be contained and must be unleashed in the most subservient self-destructive show of worship we can immediately execute.
Because we're all still absurdly powerful compared to anyone but You, this is not only creating a plethora of my-face-shaped craters across the world but is spawning even more earthquakes and tsunamis on this poor bruised world. We could keep it up for lifetimes…~
Back at the center of our global worship, You've discovered that You're so obscenely overpowered compared to us that even under all of our hyper-densely-mashed faces and bodies we're less than nothing to You.
Should You move Your arm, it's as easy as it would have previously been in open air—even more so, as if moving it through a vacuum. In truth Your strength has become so utterly transcendent compared to our endurance that even the tiniest intentional motion shreds our faces and even bones apart like water, only for our flesh to regenerate immediately after Your limb moves through us.
On a whim, You decide to test the new levels of Your endlessly-surging power. With little more than a whisper of a thought, You think it might be nice if all of us could be near You again.
In less than a second, every single one of us that was scattered slingshots back to You like bullets from so many guns, traveling so far so fast that many of echo out sonic BOOMS as we tear through the air. We don't even join the slutsphere proper, but *billions* of us shoot into its deepest depths to join You directly. In the slut "air" in front of each of Your open palms, we violently SPLASH and SMASH and violently fuse together.
When it's over, mere seconds later, at the center of the slutsphere there are two of me—each the product of billions of me fused together, containing the sum of all our power and souls in a flawless hivemind. Within each of these two are multitudes.
These two hyper-fused versions of me each forms in Your grip: with Your hand lodged through my marshmallow-mountain cleavage into my chest, where Your fist clutches around my fucking heart.
Somehow, it's reassuring to You that You even can grip our bodies without them being obliterated apart like silky smooth air.
That's right. Even at our insane power levels, it now takes an entire world population worth of us fused together just for Your slightest touch to not utterly shred us apart like mere air.