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Quick Reads: Astral Limit
🕑 Added 2021-12-31 20:58:55 +0000 UTCThis time a gift for MrScottyBear, who wanted me to make his god-like orc go kaboom.
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Everything has a limit.
Burzmore used to balk at the notion. He used to defy the concept, and pronounced that limits were a fiction of the meek, and the unambitious. He thought that placing a ceiling on one's potential was the sign of intellectual cowardice. And that, by his denigration of limits as a whole, he was an enlightened being. No one could prove him wrong. He won every duel, verbal and literal. Every rival wound up eviscerated, torn asunder, or converted to his side by force or flirtation. His dominance over the rules of magic themselves were proof enough of his providence, and his transcendent size was all he needed to show the masses that there were more tangible fears than the wrath of god.
But as he expanded beyond his supposed non-existent 'limit,' his senses were assaulted by the most profound pleasure. His rolling lightyears of fat grew taut. Supernovas burst within his infinity, and he grew from a hedonistic creature of weight that spread his belly across all existence into a balloon that threatened to push the universe to the far walls of creation. Inside of him was magic on a volume beyond his ken, and the purple, blue-eyed panda - who he could not see on his body without aid of an avatar - was to blame.
He channelled the forces of creation into Burzmore, until he filled to the brink like a balloon. There was a strange simplicity in becoming something so simple. A balloon was a colourful container, filled with something else. Beneath its skin, usually, was hot air. It danced in the wind and entertained regardless of creed or generation, and when it was overfilled, it popped. A similar concept could be applied to fireworks, bombs, etcetera. Burzmore had a fondness for all of them. He was now becoming one, and somewhere in his mass, his cock twitched and frothed galaxies worth of cum.
"So... deliciously... full..."
Selph kept pumping.
"I can see it. The universe that will follow in my aftershock. Oooooh, yes, yes, keep going."
Selph kept pumping.
Burzmore leaked rainbow coloured geysers across his body. Pinpricks to him, planetary eruptions to the average human sized mortal. His bodily integrity failed, as his erotic madness grew. He was rupturing, and he loved it. Everything he kept so tightly controlled inside of him had grown unstable. And his shiny teal skin roared with a groan of absolute failure, as he teetered on the precipice.
"Yesssss... I'm... going... to... EXPLODE."
Selph pumped one last time.
Burzmore cried out, eyes screwed shut, in an orgasmic shout that preceded a new big bang.
