He was notified of his fate five days before the ritual. Informed that he was chosen for a very important role and the prophecy was to be carried on by his hand... or his midsection rather. Lukas remembered being uncertain, only for a moment, when the high elder to bring him the news chuckled and patted Lukas' still flat tummy as he said that. And that night, when Lukas returned to his bedchamber, there was a note on his desk stating to appear before the high council down in the forbidden dungeon deep below the Church and to prepare. *"swallow the contents of the vial and become something greater."* was the signoff at the bottom of the letter. alongside the note was, clear enough, an opaque little vial which fit in the palm of Lukas' hand. He popped the cork and peered inside. Lukas didn't know what to expect but a tiny, pale pink grub like mutant wasn't it. It undulated in its tight confines in a way that made Lukas' stomach flip. He was supposed to ingest a mutant. That was what the Church wanted of him. The dark priest felt like he was staring at his fate and it looked grim and pudgy all squished at the bottom of the little bottle in his hand. It trembled ever so slightly, Lukas' hand, from what this meant. And how Lukas had no idea what that meaning was.
This wasn't any type of mutant he was familiar with; no type this small and puffy had made it into his studies nor his research to further his knowledge in the dead god's domain. This was something that the Church kept veiled for whatever reason. Even from the dark priests like himself and that scared the hells out of Lukas. The kind of things they kept in the dark were probably something Lukas didn't want to be apart of. His dead, forgotten god used to make men's minds into mush and bodies unrecognizable within moments at the mere mention of its name. Even his God's remnants were too much for mere mortal men to handle most of the time. Anything His Church wanted hidden from the world meant danger and corruption to follow... So what was this thing in his hand? And would he even still be Lukas Halse after all this? Would this change him into something unrecognizable? Even to himself? Lukas stared into the vial as his thoughts raced but he already knew what he was going to do. The Church always reflected the King's will and if the Church wanted Lukas to ingest a mutant and "become greater", who was Lukas to question their divine judgment? The tremble in his hand kept up as he threw his head and the vial back and didn't think about the slimy mutant sliding down his throat even before he swallowed. But it was done. Now all Lukas had to do was wait.
His lips and tongue began to tingle almost immediately and he could feel the thing gliding heavily down his gullet into his stomach but Lukas didn't lose his mind or begin to sprout odd growths anywhere. He waited a few moments more for something to happen but nothing did... not until that night. That night began the several days long heat in the pit of his stomach. His insides didn't quite burn but the warmth was uncomfortable and his whole body was drenched in sweat as he tossed and turned in his bed. It felt like his guts were rearranging within him. Like his intestines were alive and twisting beneath his skin. He hardly ate, he didn't leave his room, all he could stand to endure were the flames growing more intense inside him.
They came for him when it was time. Lukas didn't even notice them in his near delirious state until they were pulling him out of the bed and leading him out of his room. Taking him to the dungeon. The high elders to escort the sweaty dark priest gave calm words of encouragement and gentle caresses to his head, shoulders, and stomach all the way down to their destination. Lukas tried not to freak out. He tried to keep calm; to keep his composer as his high elders lead him to his destiny but when stone steps turned to pulsating, breathing pale meat beneath his bare feet and the narrow walls closing in grew thicker with flesh, Lukas had to be held tight in the grasp of the high elders escorting him while he tried to break free. But destiny waited for no man. Massive flesh tendrils littered the single roomed dungeon that turned out to be much larger than Lukas could have ever expected. The tendrils hung from the ceiling... or maybe the ground? Lukas couldn't tell where the flesh began and where it ended but it all throbbed as one every few moments in a rolling pulse that started in the far recesses of the room too dark to see where the walls met and all the way to the other side at Lukas' feet. He looked back to see the pulse wave up the steps he and the high elders descended from until it turned the corner and all was still once more for a moment. But the elders never paused their stride towards the only thing in the damn room of note: an altar. Tall, golden candelabras were stationed at each corner, giving the room some light but even they weren't safe from the flesh around them. Their bases all covered beneath the meat that wrapped around the stands in chunks and long, thin finger like tendrils; some of which almost reached halfway up, as if drawn to the warmth of the flame.
They told Lukas to lie on the living altar. Belly up, head down, try to be as comfortable as you can and relax. Lukas couldn't see the ceiling above the shadows above him. His head felt dizzy. Too clouded to really panic, like he was subdued into submission. He laid there as they removed his clothes and looked around to see more men creep out from the dark, all clad in black, open robes with nothing beneath while they surrounded the altar from afar as the last bit of clothing was removed from Lukas' body. Then the humming began. It started as a low rumble, slow at first, that broke into a chant. Deep voices all around Lukas raised in unison in a language he didn't understand as two of the high elders held down his shoulders. That was when Lukas admitted to himself that he was panicking. Just a tad. What he needed was air other than the stale, odd smelling atmosphere deep in the underbelly of the flesh but as the cacophonous chanting grew louder still, he could sense something else. Something from the darkness at his feet. Oh dead, forgotten God, give him strength to endure what was about to transpire.
His head felt like it was made of lead trying to lift it off the alter. But he had to see what his fate looked like. He had to watch. His eyes found a shape amongst the blackness and were glued to the faint movement in the shadows but it was too dark to tell where the thing ended and the darkness began until it was hovering above Lukas' legs. His heart dropped when the thing touched him but he didn't kick like his instincts commanded him to. He let the pale tendril curl around an ankle without even a flinch and watched it slither up his bare leg. It was warm with slick and Lukas could feel a slight pulse emanating from it but it wasn't constrictive. The thing was heavy, sure, but it wasn't tight in the least. Lukas widened the space between his thighs as it reached up past his knee and laid his head back down so he could take in the sensations. He needed to show no fear in the face of the high council, even if he did jump when the warm appendage licked at his entrance. This was the time to prove to his forgotten god that he was meant to bear the King's royal seed. That his body was fit for this important task. Lukas relaxed his sphincter and the warm tendril circled his rim for what seemed like longer than needed. He focused on the feeling. Let himself relax into the slick and pressure at his opening. Eventually he felt himself loosen up and a gasp left his lips as it probed further, although not by much at first before stopping and letting Lukas adjust. It was thick and another pulse rang through its tip powerful enough to be felt inside him and Lukas' cock began to stir.
But he didn't want to get hard. He had to show the high elders that his resolve held firm. That his self discipline was enough to hold out on the mission ahead; or else he too would succumb too soon to the fate that would befall mankind if he were to succeed in his mission. He too would become nothing more than a mindless lowly mutant's incubator if he weren't careful. Yet his member still came to life once the flesh tentacle got into a rhythm and really began to fuck him. The warm, slick surface of the appendage squeezed past Lukas's prostate over and over and the ribbed surface of the dammed thing made his rim swallow down each section that seemed to get bigger the more the thing inched into him. It lit the fire in his loins with every thrust. Lukas was afraid he never had a chance. He knew what mutant slick did, knew that the aphrodisiac within it made his body more receptive to pleasure meant to diminish one's own will. And that the mutants knew exactly where to apply pressure that got Lukas mewling. He was terrified that his body was too weak as the tentacle stilled and began to pulsate; his cock harder than it had ever been by the time he felt the warmth of the King's royal semen shooting deep inside him. *God, this is it.* The heat seeping inside him was too hot and he could feel the thick semen spreading throughout his insides as it turned him into a living seedbed.
The flesh buried deep inside him pulsed in waves like the pale meat below. He couldn't quite feel its throbs after a certain point, the feeling all just falling into 'somewhere deep inside' but the heat within him only grew into an uncomfortable bloat after several minutes of enduring the intrusion. Lukas heard himself breathing hard above the chants surrounding him as he began to cramp up with the royal seed swelling his insides. Focusing on how his breathing turned to heavy grunts and unable to keep his throat from letting out the occasional haughty moan spun him into another panic. He couldn't even control his damn breathing. The high elders better secured his thrashing arms as Lukas screamed out a groan, legs uselessly trying to kick the tentacle out from his entrance. His feet slid against slick and he couldn't get a good enough grip to yank it in any way when he wrapped a part of it around his ankle. It was like toying with a wriggling, slimy eel on top of not having much energy to wrestle with it in any capacity and when Lukas gave up, the tentacle rewarded him with thicker pulses almost too much for his already stretched wide rim.
The high elders hushed and cooed at Lukas above him as he calmed down but the tears began to flow. The cramping in his belly was too much and the feeling in his prostate everytime the tentacle thumped against it only radiated further along his body until every part of him felt the intensity rising iside him. It was entirely overwhelming even with the delirium clouding the brunt of the fear Lukas felt. He couldn't take it anymore, he was going to break, Lukas thought... and that was before he lifted his head to see his belly rising. So impossibly full, yet he watched himself get bigger. Rounder. Each breath in made his belly expand but every exhale didn't sink it back down. His head floped back on the altar, all his energy falling into panic. Even through all his preparation for this exact moment, he still begged through choked breaths for it to stop. That it was all too much. His stomach was too engorged and he couldn't handle the pressure anymore.
Lukas didn't know how long he had endured so far but he finally broke. "It's too much... Stop.... Plea-ase..." He choked on his words from the challenge it was to breath, he was so full. One of the high elders watching his belly swell to impossible proportions grabed his face in both hands, telling him "Child of our Lord, you *will* endure. You're body has been adapting for this. Lukas, you need to focus; you need to grow bigger still for the King and carry *all* of his glorious seed. You will hold all he has to offer as the prophecy foretold." It was difficult to focus on the high elder's words when Lukas could very much feel his elder's well endowed erection pressed up against the top of his head, dampening the part in his hair with his precum. They were all hard. Each high elder was well over the average size and Lukas could see from his peripherals that their god had blessed all them just like he blessed Lukas. Yet none were pleasuring themselves. All hands but the ones on him were held up high as the chant that Lukas tuned in and out of refused to cease. He cried out again and groaned from his chest a gutteral melody that joined the symphony of deep penetrating wails surrounding him. Suddenly hands were massaging his overswollen, domed boulder that was impossibly apart of him. Kneading into his skin and making his massive protrusion wobble and sway with weight that Lukas could feel pull his body around. The sensation along with the movements inside him that made his prostate on fire had Lukas cumming.
He was still cumming when he blacked out, akwaing to a stomach larger than any pregnant woman's he had ever seen and his hole feeling horribly empty. He laid there exhausted and uncomfortable, knowing that for the foreseeable future he was going to have to carry this belly on his long, perilous journey out of the country. Lukas refused to touch his engorged middle as the high elders helped lift him up. Oh god... would he have to climb all those step back up in this state?
