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🕑 Added 2022-08-08 20:00:00 +0000 UTCIsaac blinked and jolted awake, realizing immediately that he was not in the bed he'd fallen asleep in. Well, he hadn't exactly slept in a bed, more like a patch of dirt in a dangerous jungle... But now he was clean, he was in a nice bed, and he seemed to be safe. No crazy shenanigans, at least not to start. Slowly, he got out of bed, put on some clothes that seemed to fit him well enough, and slowly left the bedroom to investigate the rest of the apartment - and figure out what kind of life, what kind of 'scene,' he'd landed in this time. Hopefully one that wouldn't involve him fending for himself against an unstoppable godlike being, like the last couple of times…
Isaac had a unique curse. An awkward one. His girlfriend of long ago, how long he no longer knew, had caught him browsing ‘fetish’ sites… and cursed him for ignoring her. Specifically she’d cursed him to fall into the works of fiction he was dealing with, bouncing from over the top story to over the top story. Usually as a toy…
"Hey man, you doing alright?" an anthropomorphic crow watched as Isaac emerged from the side room, wearing an apron and cooking some pancakes, the scent of them filling the room. "I found you passed out on a scouting mission and you looked... pretty injured. Not a lot of humans around here either. Sounds like there's a story there, but I won't ask if you don't want to tell it."
The bird plopped down a large pitcher of orange juice on a small but well-appointed dining table. "I can at least give you a breakfast before you're on your way, though."
Isaac was silent and wide-eyed for a few seconds as he beheld the anthropomorphic crow and the... rather tame scenario in front of him. This was it? No giants, no danger, no threats of mind control or transformation against his will? This was... a pleasant change of pace, honestly. Part of him wondered when the other shoe was going to drop, but the other part just wanted to enjoy this moment of peace and hospitality as much as possible. He sat down at the dining table and poured himself a glass of juice. "Uh... God, where do I start... I fell into a hole and blacked out, and next thing I know I'm here. Thank you for, uh, taking care of me. I know that's a lot to ask for a total stranger. Wish I could pay you back, but, well, literally all I've got is the clothes on my back."
"Eh, don't worry about it, I'm a pretty easygoing guy. And I don't need your clothes, either, wouldn't fit the uniform requirement!" The crow threw a few pancakes on a plate in front of the awkward human, rolling up another few himself around a syrup soaked sausage and eating them quickly, ducking into the other room before coming back out dressed in thick green army fatigues.
"I have to leave for a couple hours pretty soon. Do you want to head to the base, or just relax here for a bit?"
Isaac poked at the pancakes, wondering what his next move was going to be, lost in thought. Still, the small creature comforts were nice, and having some food in his belly was a welcome change from having to run around on an empty stomach. He looked up when the crow came back, blinking in surprise. "Huh, didn't take you for the muscular soldier type..." he murmured quietly. After taking a moment to think, he said, "I'm not sure if there'll be anything for me at the base, so maybe I'll just relax here, get my bearings, and then when you come back we can figure things out."
"Really? I'm surprised you couldn't tell through the apron," Sal teased as he shrugged a backpack onto his shoulders behind his wings. He -had- been fairly nondescript, a physique as average as Isaac's own, but inside the uniform he looked a fair bit bigger. Athletic and conditioned as appropriate for his job, but not really bulky. Maybe it was the power of an aesthetic.
Hopefully anyway.
"Anyway, good luck! Feel free to explore." The blackbird departed, leaving Isaac alone for a rare few hours.
Isaac was a bit confused, but so far there was nothing ringing any severe alarm bells, so he let the whole matter slide. "See ya. Promise I won't burn your house down," he joked as the bird left. He realized he hadn't actually gotten the crow's name, but a little bit of non-invasive poking around in the living and dining rooms revealed at least one letter addressed to "Sal," so that took care of that.
It was rare for Isaac to actually have time to himself where nothing happened. It was almost surreal. Peaceful, but considering every waking moment had had something of narrative importance happening for the past couple of years, it was almost a little disorienting. He peeked out the windows, looked for a TV to watch, and basically just rested and poked around while Sal was gone, wondering what exactly Sal did in his army position. He'd mentioned a "scouting mission" - Isaac figured that would be a good thing to ask about. Was this a forward military base, or more of a domestic establishment? Isaac had plenty of time to wonder and put together the context clues, at least.
Isaac looked around the house but it seemed so... normal. There was a gun locker, but it was locked tight and had seemingly regular rifles. Normal books, normal video games, it was somehow more surreal than the surreality he was used to. Sal was probably walking into a military base with a terrible mess hall and a lot of paperwork at the moment, rather than anything he'd been experiencing lately.
It was such a relief. Isaac couldn't help but imagine a regiment of soldiers boldly fighting off one of the giantesses who had tormented him previously, lines of friendly, responsible men using super lasers and being trained to human limits to face off against the impossible.
No sooner had he finished, though, than he heard a soft 'fwump' and noticed that the gun locker looked... a lot higher tech than it had a few moments ago.
Okay, THAT rang the alarm bells. Objects didn't just instantly change their properties when you turned your back on them. Isaac tentatively approached, but the gun locker beeped warningly at him for not having the correct bio-identity, so he backed off before he set off a security alarm or something. He wondered what had happened, and the only thing he could think of was that... somehow... what he'd been idly thinking had become reality? But how could that be? Even if this was a dimension dictated by text - not that it made any difference to him - Isaac hadn't made any effort to 'write' anything into reality. He didn't even know if that power was available to him in this scene, inconsistent as it was.
Certainly, if he had the power, the first thing he'd do was give himself a bigger dick and surround himself with big, beautiful women. But no, considering his luck, Isaac was certain that his avian roommate was going to be the one to end up with an irresistible 30-inch cock, not him...
Isaac felt his pants grow tight, a pang of pleasure shooting through him as he saw his dick grow visibly at the same time he heard a knock at Sal's door... only for the knocking to stop almost immediately and his pants to right themselves, a cold feeling shooting through his crotch. Hypothesis confirmed, then, he did have the power to alter this scene on accident... and one of his first changes had been to direct his own benefits to the kind bird looking after him.
In fact, he'd skipped straight to 'irresistable...'
Isaac felt a cold shiver all over as he realized he was in a significant amount of danger. Any random thought could undermine him in a very permanent way. Isaac shut his eyes tightly and focused as hard as he could on imagining himself immune to any sort of manipulation, mental or physical. Whatever happened to Sal, he'd be immune to it, and Sal would never hurt him, in fact protect him... His focused thoughts changed gradually to imagining Sal as his big, muscular guardian, never hurting him or forcing him into anything, but casually sharing his sexed-up life with his good friend...
It seemed to be working! Sal's bedroom sprouted another bed. And an annex. Isaac had an actual room here! One with the familiar accoutrements of his own home... albeit a lot stickier. Sal must have started with an iron will, because thinking about a sexed-up life changed his room a lot more than the mega-cock did, a mega-sized twelve foot bed visibly dissheveled and absolutely reeking of sex took up most of the room, the dresser now having a stack of thirty mega-sized condoms laying out in the open.
Isaac waved his hand in front of his nose at the sudden intrusion of the smell, but he couldn't help but get a little aroused by the smell of sex. Isaac was no cuckold, but part of him had wondered what it would be like to live with someone who was a veritable sex god, fucking a veritable harem of women and men every night... Isaac quickly slapped himself as that thought crystalized in his mind, but he already knew it was too late. And there were multiple ways to interpret the words 'sex god'...
Small mercies, Sal did not appear to have just become omnipotent. Sal -did- in fact appear though, kicking open the door with a woman on each arm, his army jacket wide open as a pair of wolf girls eagerly licked at his nipples. (Did crows have nipples? He guessed superstud crows did).
"Bro check it out, the lunch break today is twins!" Sal marched upstairs as the women greedily removed his pants, the second the slacks came off the smell in the house got five times as intense. Isaac just barely managed to hold his sanity even with his extra resistance.
Sal swooped casually into his bedroom, passing the human who now barely came up to the crow man's pecs, revealing a pile of muscle from three sides. Both the wolf girls were amazons, seven feet tall and stacked, with the muscles of a more mundane fitness model that just seemed natural for a man now fated to be surrounded by 'big' women. And yet Sal could still fit three of them inside him, being built like a bodybuilder on contest day... albeit more endowed than every contestant combined.
Isaac heart raced at the loud noise and sudden entrance. Not to mention the bodybuilder physique the avian was suddenly sporting, and definitely not to mention the impact of the musky sex-smell in the house hitting him like a sucker-punch, taking the wind out of him so hard that he had to lean against the dining room table - which was definitely bigger than it had been before. The whole house seemed bigger. Were there more roommates than just him? Was this becoming a whole mansion, filled with maids and servants and sex slaves devoted to Sal's pleasure? ...Isaac smacked himself even as the dining table extended beneath his elbows, manifesting placements for a dozen more people.
The still average-looking human couldn't help but peek through the bedroom door at the 'lunch break' threesome... or were there more now? Through the door he could only see Sal's hulking figure and a few toned arms, and for a split-second Isaac thought he saw another pair of toned arms stroking the crow.
It didn't help that this was like watching a porno come to life from his very thoughts, making him a voyeur in his own fantasy come to life. Just not the star of it.
"Bro you want in?" Sal asked, picking up one of the wolf girls and carrying her to the side of the room, forcing her down on his rock hard cock as she screamed. His departure revealed four amazonian hotties and one massive male horse, all looking exhausted and panting on Sal's bed, absolutely plastered in white.
"I already got them off so hard ANYTHING you touch them with is gonna feel like the second best sex they've ever had. They might even still want it! Whereas if I go a second round with them we might have to sell this one as mindbreak!" Sal gestured to the camera now setup on his dresser, filming his exploits with every one of his admirers.
"Carol's the mouse with the thicc ass, Luna and Selene are the wolf girl twins, Tara is the tiger who's almost as buff as I am, and Jim is our gay pride pony over here. Always be considerate enough to get their names, folks!" Sal winked at the camera as Luna (or Selene?) viciously spasmed in orgasm atop his cock.
Isaac stumbled into the bedroom before he even realized it, feeling like he was led by his dick more than his legs or his thoughts. This was part of the fantasy, he realized. Being friends - bros - with someone so sexually powerful that, as his friend, he was entitled to the leftovers, which were already so far out of his league. Too aroused to care about propriety, he stripped out of his clothes, revealing his unimpressive human body and average six-inch cock. As he stepped into the camera's range, he just hoped that the people watching were into watching him, the human, too...
He ended up moving towards Carol, groping her ass-cheeks and slipping his cock between them for a soft, jiggly hotdogging. It didn't take long before he was getting into it, slapping his hips against the amazingly thicc ass in front of him. He glanced over at Sal, watching him fuck the wolf girl twin, and his mind couldn't help but imagine the crow growing even sexier for him - meaning, as far as Isaac's taste in men went, huge, swollen, fuckable pecs and a massive bubble butt.
Sal grew right before Isaac's eyes, the wolf girl finding herself quickly stabilized as she got stuck between a pair of absolutely massive pecs. The muscles were practically boulder sized, thick nipples forced straight down by a massive set that scraped together, leaving a tight groove almost half a foot deep protected only by the fluffiest feathers on Sal's body. The expansion of his pecs had side benefits, too, enlarging his wings into much grander, more majestic things that looked capable of carrying even his massive frame at high speeds.
The butt may or may not have changed, but it was certainly a perfect bubble either way. The open jacket and opened pants that Sal had still been wearing grew tighter, more overtly show-offy as he dropped the lower set to his ankles, finally kicking them off to land on top of Isaac. Isaac wondered if it said something that Sal didn't even get all the way undressed for orgies...
Isaac couldn't fathom what exactly that meant just yet, but he didn't get much time to ponder it when he was smothered in the crow-god's pants, smacked in the face with the scent of sex they'd been holding in all day. As protected as Isaac had made himself... it was just enough to send him over the edge, since his cock was already buried in the mouse-girl's ass. Almost despite himself, he started cumming hard, gasping for breath as he got his first orgasm in a while - after being chased around for a while without so much as a chance to masturbate. Isaac was unprepared and thus came so hard that his loins felt sore afterward.
Of course, his ejaculations were nothing compared to Sal's. Barely even noticeable in the sheets of liquid white already covering the amazonian mouse-girl. Isaac pulled off the pants, muttered "Thank you" to no one in particular, and stepped back to take it all in. His cock was rapidly wilting, despite his desire to play more.
If only being around Sal rubbed off on him, at least in the stamina department, he thought. And as he stared at Sal's massive pecs, he found himself imagining Sal as not just a dominant sex god top, but a switch sex god, able to please others just as expertly with his hands, ass, pecs, even his beak and tongue, as he was with his cock... and that he wanted to help Isaac cum again.
Sal... could not be made less dominant. Anything that reduced his power seemed to run against the first and strongest changes Isaac had unleashed. But a position switch, that didn't seem to be any problem at all, the scene changed to place Jim balls deep in Sal's ass, moaning deeply as the bird slammed him back against his dresser every time he drew his hips back, a pendulum of moans as every time he swung forward again Luna moaned just as load. Selene now stood on her sisters shoulders, leaning back and letting Sal eat her out, giving another scream as she came down his front, squirting all over him.
Isaac briefly wondered why all of THEM seemed to get more stamina, more ability to handle Sal until his hand shifted, and he accidentally rushed through a puddle of Sal's cum still sticking to Carol. Instantly his cock was back to full hardness and his mind jolted like he'd had several cups of coffee, energizing him to full.
Sal apparently quite LITERALLY 'rubbed off on people' to up their stamina.
Isaac's heart was thudding again, not from the exertion from before, but now from the rush of energy and lust reinvigorating his body. His cock twinged for a moment from the sudden shift from soft to hard, but a moment later the soreness was gone. Isaac found it hard to question this - reality was already an absurd lewd bonanza centered on this bird, so why wouldn't his cum defy the limits of biology?
Either way, it left him with another erection to deal with, and Isaac found himself drifting over to the super buff tigress, Tara. By coincidence he ended up approaching her from the front, towards her head where she lay, and Isaac couldn't help but follow his first instinct and stick his relatively meager cock into the tigress's mouth.
Of course, he ended up feeling some sharp teeth brushing against his flesh, which made him shiver in cold fear. Thinking instinctively, he hoped against hope that these guys and girls would never hurt him, be super careful with him, and loved his human cock and cum anyway because it was so rare - almost as rare as Sal's sex-godhood status.
Tara gave him a few love nips, pinchy, but not particularly damaging. He actually had no idea whether the last change worked or if things were just... okay. That was a good way to describe it, things were okay. He got to be a participant in great orgies, he had a personal protector and wingman looking out for him. He lived in a mansion, not his mansion, but the place was still nice. People liked his cock okay whether or not he compelled him to because everybody was already having fun.
Sal was even willing to spend time on him specifically, a fact he was reminded of when the bird pressed two twins on either side of a massive horse and stepped back over to the bed, fingering the eager mousegirl as she squeaked with renewed eagerness... and pushing Isaac against his abs, the human finding himself completely eclipsed by a shelf of pecs.
All he had to do was not mess it up and he'd have a partner pushing the edge of human limits.
Isaac's heart didn't get a chance to rest as he felt the crow's massive presence behind him, almost... supporting him. It was a feeling Isaac definitely wasn't used to, having a wingman. (Ha, only now did he just get that pun.) But honestly, it felt... It almost made Isaac want to whimper and weep a little bit, from sheer relief. Having a protector and supporter after years of being cursed to get thrown from one wild scene to another... Even if it was temporary, Isaac didn't want to take a second of it for granted.
All he had to do was not screw it up. Not imagine it getting more extreme. Not be his usual worrywart self and imagine how it might go wrong, start telling himself stories of worst-case scenarios.
That was a problem. For all his physical perversions, Isaac's greatest strength (and weakness) was his mind. Trying not to think was like trying not to breathe.
So, as an inkling in the back of Isaac's mind as he enjoyed Tara's blowjob in the shadow of Sal's pecs, he couldn't help but wonder if Sal was going to keep growing, becoming even bigger, more muscular, more... monstrous, more out of control...
He was. Isaac could feel it. Not in the sense of dread and pessimism... but in the sense of the abs pressed against his back pushing him forward as they grew. In fact, Isaac and Tara both found themselves lifted up, now resting on top of Sal's cock as it extended at least another foot, constantly throbbing and hard enough to lift them all on its own.
Carol yelped as Sal cut her, the talons on the end of his fingers growing dangerously razor sharp, skilled enough to get anyone off but powerful enough to cut them while doing so. In fact, scars grew over everyone in the room except Isaac and Sal, a tapestry of past injuries from them DARING to have time with the beast. Carol even found herself with a new one as she rubbed some cum into herself, instantly healing the injury. Another mandatory side effect to 'keep up' with Sal.
The increasingly more monstrous bird stayed silent, snorting out a breath hot enough it was almost fiery.
Where once it had been rapidly beating from excitement, now Isaac's heart was still with fear as he craned his neck upward to try and see what the bird was doing. But he was practically surrounded by Sal's pecs, abs, and cock, almost forming a protective cocoon around him as he kept growing bigger and bigger... Isaac's mind raced with new worst-case scenarios-
He smacked himself before he could think of anything too dangerous to his own livelihood. He had to believe Sal would protect him, make sure he never came to harm. He had to believe that at least he would make it out of this okay. But everyone else... What if his protector became a hulking monster, towering over the buildings in the neighborhood, so muscular that no weapon could stop him, so endowed that everyone was gripped in both fear and arousal... Isaac smacked his forehead again, but it was too late, the mental image had already arrived fully formed.
That was the end of the mansion, and Sal's mini-camera amateur porn business, and Carol, Tara, Selene, Luna, and Jim enjoying the presence of a sex god. Everything got replaced... with something much, MUCH larger.
Isaac looked down from thirty feet in the air. He found himself wedged between Sal's massive pecs, the fluffy iron walls soft as silk inside, but an invincible seal from the outside. He looked down to see Sal's flaccid cock reach down to his feet, piling up into a massive clearing where it poured precum like a stream, all collected in a massive drain.
Sal sat casually on a triple reinforced throne, looking smugly into the distance. They were on a military base now, one Isaac had briefly entertained might fight off cruel giantesses.
They still did, in a sense, a fifty foot tall shark girl built like she could end the world was lying passed out just outside the base, streaks of her own cum drying all down her legs as she slept with a silly grin on her face.
Sal spoke, and with his size behind him the words were so deep, so sensual, and so bassy Isaac almost came from that alone, "Pah, even the self-proclaimed goddesses can't handle me anymore."
It was a bad time to remember that Isaac was afraid of heights. At least he was snugly secure between this bird's massive pectorals, and hopefully the bird would catch him if he fell, but still...!
While Isaac was looking out to the defeated giantess, Sal's voice reverberated through him like it was rubbing up against every atom of his body. His cock lurched and leaked a bit of precum. He only realized at this moment that he was totally naked, the giant feathers of Sal's chest rubbing against his naked skin. He looked up at Sal's face, or at least as much as he could past the mountain of pecs on either side of him. An image came to his mind, of him being trapped not just in a pair of massive pecs, but within a giantess's pair of breasts...
Isaac froze. No, he couldn't imagine that! If Sal became a massively busty futa monster-crow on top of everything else, Isaac wouldn't be able to resist at all. Not when he was surrounded by his deepest, darkest fetish, and was powerless to stop her from titfucking his entire body whenever she wanted... "No, no, no!" he cried, but he couldn't stop thinking about it!
"No what?" Sal asked, her voice becoming half as deep but twice as sexual, a breathy, husky tone running through him as Isaac found the still massive pecs supporting impossibly perky tits that would have been excessive on a pornstar... and at Sal's scale, gave her a cleavage big enough to cram a house into, which Isaac suspected he might have somehow done in this reality.
Sal seemed genuinely innocent, her hips and butt growing by the second as feminine curves added themselves to a superstud frame.
Isaac struggled to find purchase for a second as the firm pecs gave way to soft, supple, smooth breasts... But before Isaac could slip, they turned out to be very perky all of a sudden. Whether because of the massive pecs or just from the mental image in his head of this powerful futa with an impossibly perfect body... Isaac was too overwhelmed to know.
His heart was racing again, despite everything, from behind immersed up to his shoulders in massive bird boobs. And with no clothes to hide or protect him, his hard dick was getting rubbed as those perky tits squeezed him tightly. With that and her voice, he felt like he was on the verge of cumming.
He wasn't sure how to respond to her question, once he actually processed it a few seconds later. He couldn't tell him, er, her. Could he? What would happen if she knew that he was the cause of all of these reality changes, and that he accidentally had the power to make her even bigger, stronger, more powerful, more controlling... Now that was the worst-case scenario: Her knowing everything that he'd done, and how. And he fixated on it, helplessly.
Sal did something surprising, something genuinely more horrifying than the heights or the danger.
She laughed. A very unfeminine, loud, deep belly laugh as she doubled over in a way that should have sent Isaac flying, but didn't. Then, slowly, she stood up.
"Oh, sweetie..." She started sweetly before he stuck his tongue out and switched back to his usual mannerisms, "Bro I already knew. What, you think you've got the copyright on meta-awareness? Nah. There was no scouting mission and there was no forest or whatever the fuck I said. I pulled you straight from your last scene so we could have this one. I DID mean most of the changes, though. You wanted time off with some tasty pancakes? It was yours to take."
"But what you really wanted was THIS, this and more," he gestured to his hips, doing a little shimmy that shook the earth before continuing, "And I'm cool with that. I was made to be changed for the better. I've never ACTUALLY been an invincible futa giantess before, but y'know what? Fun times."
Yep, that stunned Isaac for most of a good minute. The entire last, what, hour or so? Completely recontextualized. "Wha- But that- So you- The thing- When I- You- Buh-" And so on for a few solid seconds, until he just stared out over the expanse of Sal's breasts, towards the horizon.
He slumped as it finally hit him. "Again..." he moaned, rubbing his eyes. "Again, I think I might be safe... but then... my horniness gets ahead of me, and then it turns out there's this giant who already has the situation under control, and I can't- I just-"
He trailed off and curled up between Sal's breasts. Not resentful, but maybe a little afraid. He'd been read like a book, and played like a pawn. And he was the last one to know about it. "W-W-Well, thank you for playing along..." he murmured. "And... sorry for killing the mood..."
Sal snapped his pecs rhythmically, sending his chest jiggling, bouncing Isaac from one boob to another. "What ruination? I'm still a fifty foot futa goddess, and you're still crazy attracted to those! You can still add things to my reality, and I'm still crazy interested in exploiting that. Any stray thought can still manifest. I'll even give you a shift or two without me implanting the REALLY fun ideas in your adorably malleable little mind."
"But after that? I plan to take advantage."
