Only brutal 30 minutes later he’d reached the final step — absolutely exhausted both physically and mentally.
The damn Invader remembered the proven tactic, and was now, once more, casting terrible fatigue upon Deja Vu. The desire to close his eyes, just for a bit, was unbearable.
But the Sorcerer knew: should he fall asleep now — he will wake up with his mind enslaved by the terrible Creature inside.
Still, he knew he was unable to fight it for much longer — but the salvation was close as well. Deja Vu pressed his body against a massive door, forcing it to open — allowing him into the most sacred room of the house: the magical workshop / lab, filled with dozens upon dozens of podiums, each displaying an artifact of great power and significance; a beautiful collection the Sorcerer was gathering for many-many years.
Those artifacts were just as mighty as they were dangerous, and using them in a regular situation would be not only wasteful, but extremely stupid as well. But this situation was beyond dire.
Against a foe this threatening there simply was no other choice. Because if in Deja Vu’s reach there was something that would banish IT out of his body — that thing was here, among this great magical treasury… Except the Thing felt everything the Kobold was feeling. And it figured out very quickly what exactly they were surrounded with — swiftly changing its plan of actions accordingly.
— “ENERGY!” — suddenly roared the Voice in Deja Vu's mind — “CONSUME! CONSUME!”
The voice was so loud and furious, it stunned Kobold for a while, making him shut his eyes in fear. It took him great effort to open them up again, and when he did — he saw that in his hands he was holding one of his artifacts… And that its energy was flowing through his arms straight into his body! Straight towards the awful Creature nested in his gut!
Engulfed by terror, Deja Vu tried to throw the artifact away, but his fingers didn't move, as if turned into stone, desperately clenching the artifact, the magic aura of which was rapidly fading away. Only when it went out fully did his fingers relax, allowing the now-emptied shell to fall onto the ground like a piece of junk it now was.
Its energy was now pulsating in Deja Vu's veins, getting absorbed bit by bit by the creature inside, concentrating in it, giving it strength. Pitch-black terror engulfed the Sorcerer when he realized how powerful were the abilities of this Interloper, and what a terrible mistake he'd made getting here, essentially bringing this Fiend great might on a silver platter — but it was already too late.
His arms already grabbed another artifact; its energy already flowed through his fingers; the Fiend was already absorbing its magical powers. Another shell dropped to the floor.
Another artifact taken by his hands. Again. Again. Again. Deja Vu couldn't stop himself, even though his hands were burning from such vast magical exposure. Muscles were seizing up. Senses were getting numb. Thoughts were drowning in the endless ocean of magical electricity. But the Interloper, now in control of his body, was feeling just fine. It was consuming artifact, after artifact, after artifact, until it was too much for Kobold to handle.
Stunned by all the magic flow, his mind blacked out for a while — Deja Vu didn't know how much. All he knew is that when he snapped back to reality, he was sitting on his knees in the middle of his lab, surrounded by priceless artifacts turned into worthless trinkets, abandoned on the floor. There was no more magic in them. It all was inside of him. Inside the Interloper. Controlled by it.
The Kobold’s heart went numb when he began imagining just what can be done with so much power… But he had need to imagine no more.
— “Get up!” — boomed in Deja Vu's mind, and he jumped on his feet, easily raising the jiggling full belly — “Into the woods!” — and Deja Vu started walking at a rapid pace. It wasn't the Interloper controlling his body anymore. It was him, unable to resist even slightly the overwhelming crushing power of its commands — “Obey!”
And Deja Vu obeyed. The Fiend… “Master!” — roared in his mind, and the Kobold suddenly realized that he couldn't call the creature any other way anymore.
The Master, absorbing so much energy so shortly, was if not almighty, then definitely more than powerful enough for Deja Vu to be unable to do anything about it. Feeling neither weight, nor exhaustion, the Sorcerer was rapidly running down the staircase; his huge belly was shivering and pulsating, flashing up with magical light once in a while — revealing the silhouette of nesting within tentacle mass, which now had absolute power over him.
It was terrible… “Love!” It was wonderful! “Serve!” To be a vessel for the Master was Deja Vu's greatest honor; tears of joy and accomplishment were swelling up in his eyes. Last remnants of fear and willpower were drowning in the black viscous ocean of forced love and obedience.
Deja Vu opened the front door, and was hit by a wall of freezing rain; the furious wind ripped the door out of his hands, wide-opening it, allowing itself into the house.
A storm, the kind of which these lands haven't seen in hundreds of years, was raging outside. Centuries-old trees were whining, creaking, bending, and then snapping; the wind was picking up both small debris and large trunks equally easily, dragging them up into the sky. “Go!” — Deja Vu went over the doorstep as if it was his greatest desire.
The naked Kobold with a huge tummy was swiftly crossing water soaked mud, rampant creaks, broken trees. The duo of wind and rain were hitting him without mercy, trying to crush him, but the Sorcerer wasn't even noticing them — a blissful smile was stretching his face; he could barely see where he was going behind the tears of happiness.
But he had no need to see. The Master's voice was leading him in the right direction. Deja Vu kept on going, and going, and going, and with each passing minute his belly was shaking with ever-increasing violence; the magical light inside glowing brighter; the Master's tentacle mass looking bigger. At times, the belly even inflated rapidly, slamming into the ground, but then deflating back to the “original” sizes.
The Master absorbed too much magical energy, and it was impossible to store it in such little space for too long. The Master desperately needed a place vast and secure to expand. And in Kobold's memory there was just the spot.
A few minutes later, Deja Vu emerged from the woods into a vast meadow hidden deep in the woods; in the pitch darkness of the night storm, frequent lightning-flashes were the only source of light.
The Kobold continued to walk, but as soon as he reached the middle of the meadow — his belly began trembling terribly, making him fall right on top of it, moaning with joy; his hard shaft shaking with yet another orgasm. The entire orb of his belly began glowing with magical light… And then began expanding with a rumble so great, it obscured both his joyful screams and thunderclaps.
Bubbling, gurgling, slurping, creaking of stretching flesh — all accompanied this sudden surge of growth. In just a few moments his belly expanded to 4 feet in diameter, getting bigger than the Kobold himself, anchoring him to the ground for good, leaving no chance for even the slightest movement. But Deja Vu couldn't care less about that. Engulfed by the joy of submission casted upon him; experiencing the greatest sexual stimulation from each square inch of his tummy orb — all he wished for is to his belly, and the Master inside, to grow bigger!
So much bigger! And this wish was about to come true.
The magic light inside began to glow even brighter, and the expansion continued. Except, it was no longer in “surges” — it was a constant, rapid, unyielding growth. 8 feet. 15 feet. 30 feet.
Like an explosion in slow-motion Deja Vu's belly was growing bigger and bigger, choking him with orgasmic ecstasy. In just a few moments the belly got so big, it began deforming under its own massive weight, seizing to be a perfect sphere — but the magic glow was still just as bright, and the creature inside was just as rampant in its movements.
The belly kept, and kept, and kept on swelling with great rumble, obscuring grass and stones and tiny creaks, and soon Deja Vu was big enough to fill the entire meadow. The swollen flesh pressed itself into the huge ancient trees, breaking them as if they were tiny sticks, crushing them into dust under its endless mass. A huge round orb of flesh grew above the woods, expanding more and more, scorching Deja Vu's mind with pleasure. He was so happy. He served his Master so well.
He helped his Master to become so big, so powerful. He was happy that the Master was now bigger than him in every possible way. That he was now just a part of the Master, and not the other way around.
This very last thought made him scream even louder; an orgasm of imperceivable strength was his reward for serving and submitting.
Screaming louder and louder, Deja Vu was losing himself more and more in this endless pleasure — all while his belly-flesh was expanding further and further in all directions, already becoming as high as the tallest treetops. In his endless belly, there was a bubbling dark ocean, in which the magic light was glowing rarer and rarer…
Illuminating a silhouette of a giant monster inside, growing larger and larger.
