《Chronicles of Xod (returning from hiatus)》


 Prologue

    Hi, my name¡¯s Josh -- well -- it was when this whole adventure began. Nevermind that for now; all will be explained in time. To say that the account contained in these pages is an unusual one is a gross understatement of this bizarre and utterly disturbing fable. To most, the story will seem both heroic and horrific at the same time. It is a grand tale of adventure, but not your trope-filled fantasy with brave adventurers and mysterious wizards banding together against an evil force to save the world. The story I am about to unravel isn¡¯t for the faint of heart and it''s certainly not for anyone who can be offended by the written word. This story is one of romance, magic and adventure, a tale of epic proportions. However, this story is not all However, this story is not all friendly rainbow bears or teenage flying unicorns. Unfortunately, my tale also involves gratuitous violence and graphic sexual encounters -- consensual or otherwise. This story will contain deeds of malicious villainy. The worst part is, much of these immoral acts are committed by yours truly. This is your final warning reader. If you can¡¯t handle detailed descriptions of cannibalism and sexual violence, toss this book in your fireplace and forget it ever existed. If you proceed any further, you will be offended.


    For most of my life, I¡¯ve considered myself an okay guy. I was never really violent, I tended to do my homework most of the time, I would help my mother out around the house with chores, I played video games with my sisters and I probably complained about it a little bit less than your average teen. Despite having a modestly positive view of myself, I was never really a confident kid.


    Sometime in early grade school, I decided sports wasn¡¯t going to be my thing and instead fell into nerdier hobbies. I enjoyed all forms of science, played very complicated math-oriented games and spent a few summers camping with my friends. Well, when I say camping, the truth is that my buddies and I would dress up in some old fashioned costumes we bought at the local renaissance faire and would run around the wilderness pretending to be wizards and knights on a grand adventure. Yes, I was a LARPer. But, trust me, don¡¯t knock it till you¡¯ve tried it.


    The little clique I fell into certainly wouldn¡¯t have helped me win any popularity contests. Yet, our little gang of geeks tended to be left alone. Although none of us would ever have a chance standing up to any of the jocks on our own, we tended to stick together. When someone decides to start something, we banded together to make them know we weren''t easy pickings in school. Those who were not in our little gang tended to get the brunt of the bullying and, unfortunately, not one of us was really willing to stick our necks out either. However, on occasion, we¡¯d find out where one of the assholes live and pelt their house with eggs or put a fake school notice in their mailbox to piss off their parents. It felt good to get some revenge, but it never really solved any problems. Sometimes, it made them much worse.


    Anyways, I¡¯m getting off-topic. I¡¯m not really here to tell you the story of my high school days. Nope, this isn¡¯t your typical coming of age story. This is a story about my adventures in a land separated from the suburban wasteland where I grew up. One might say it was out of this world. But before I get there, I feel like I should start where all the craziness began, my last summer at home. Yet, before we even get into that I suppose I should tell you a bit about my family. Although they don¡¯t play a big part in the story, I feel like it will help put things into perspective.


    I suppose we should start with the beloved matriarch of my family, Margot. My mother is the best, she¡¯s smart, creative, kind and, for her age, quite beautiful. My mom has been through many hardships in her life. She grew up an only child in a home where neither of her parents paid much attention to her. My grandfather had left when she was young and my grandmother, despite being around, wasn¡¯t quite available. When I was born, my mother must have been overcompensating for her parents¡¯ failures. It wasn¡¯t soon after that she became pregnant again, this time with twin girls. It wasn¡¯t far off base to say that my mother spoiled us with affection. Unfortunately, soon after my sisters were born that our father passed away. My sisters and I were so young when this happened, that we never really felt the loss ourselves, but my mother always told me how much I looked like him as I got older.


    The coolest thing about my mother is that she is a professional writer. A best-selling fiction novelist that was able to make a decent living even with the burden of raising three kids on her own. Because of her success, we were able to afford a decent and comfortable life in a safe suburb. If it wasn¡¯t for the loss of our father, it would have been her dream. Yet, even with his absence, my mother never revealed to us any grief over the loss. To my sisters and I, our mother was a beacon of positivity that always encouraged us to be better.The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.


    That brings us to my sisters. The twins, Genny and Clarrisa are probably more of a product of my influences than my mother, but she should certainly get some credit for how they are. My sisters are geniuses. Always ahead in their classes, pushing the limits of their education and miles ahead of everyone in the school. Although I attribute their genius to my mother, their hobbies and chosen career paths are what I take full credit for. If it wasn¡¯t for me being such a massive geek, I doubt my sisters would be into video games as much as they are. It''s not just playing that they love, but are really involved in every aspect. They love programming, graphic design, sound, cosplay, conventions, and esports. Pretty much everything geeky associated with video games, they¡¯re into it. Because of this, when I last saw them, they were currently awaiting their inevitable acceptance letters into university. Other than their love for games, they also occasionally joined my friends and me in our LARPing. In fact, it was because of them that our LARPing became more than just romping around in the woods. They actually developed a little system of rules to make things a little more fun. Okay, with those brief introductions out of the way, I think it''s time for me to get to where this all started.


    It was during summer vacation after school was out that it all really began. It was one of our last summers together as a family for a long time and my mother really wanted it to be something special. Since my sisters and I had already planned on going camping the week prior to our meeting up with our friends for the next LARP, we decided that we should make it a family trip. My mother said she was working on a surprise for the three of us, but it meant she would have to work a little during the trip. She also decided to rent a nice camper so that we didn¡¯t have to rough it so much.


    The trip started out wonderfully. Prior to us arriving, our mother had reserved a camping spot deep in the wilderness upstate. The location we drove to was just off a small gravel road that led up a fairly high mountain. All of us were quite surprised when we got there. The view at the site was pretty incredible. The camping site my mother picked out was on top of a steep cliffside and although we were completely surrounded by the forest on all sides, it was just under eye level of the tall trees. It was really quite breathtaking.


    After we had the camper parked, it was already late in the afternoon. I got to work straight away, setting up a simple fire pit. Then we spent the rest of the night relaxing and having fun. I roasted up some sausages while my mother told us stories. Later on, we made up some smores while my sisters set up a fun board game they had brought along for us to play. When the stars came out after twilight, we all sat and listened to my favorite tunes I had stored on my cell phone. We stayed up rather late into the night just enjoying the mellow atmosphere.


    Once we were all completely tuckered out, we gathered in the comfortable camper in our respective beds and settled down for the night. That is all except for our dear mother. When us kids were ready for a pleasant night''s rest, our mother had set up a desk light and her laptop at the small dining table upfront and got busy writing. When our mother had ideas in her head, she never let them go until they were on paper, metaphorically speaking. As often as my sisters and I tried, it was always a lost cause to try and pry her away. So instead of ruining the great first night we had together, neither I nor my sisters bothered to object with her working. Instead, my sisters closed themselves in the larger room with the single bed and I climbed up into the loft compartment that was over the driver and passenger seats. With my mom typing away at her laptop, I thought it would be hard to get to sleep. But after being up so late, it didn¡¯t take long for me to fall into a deep slumber.


    I wasn¡¯t quite sure what happened after that. I think I remember my mother giving me a kiss goodnight at some point. I¡¯m not sure how I ended up in this new place. All I know is that was the last time I saw my family. Thinking back on it now, it almost feels like the life I was forced to leave behind was nothing more than a long vivid dream. Considering how much time has passed since that night, the bizarre sights I¡¯ve witnessed and the unbelievable acts I¡¯ve committed, my old life feels so unimportant. Despite that fact, my mind refuses to let go of those nostalgic memories. Nearly every night I dream of their faces, the three women in my life who were so important to me back then. As much as I wonder if they miss me, I hope they¡¯ve all moved on from my unusual disappearance.


    Sometimes I yearn for a time when my life was much simpler. I wonder how life could have been different if I hadn¡¯t arrived in this place. I wonder if my mother would have incorporated my disappearance into her inevitable memoirs. Would my sisters dedicate their first video game to me? My mother was always strong and independent; I¡¯m certain my sisters took after her. I¡¯m sure the three of them got along just fine without me.

 Chapter One: The Radiant Pool (Part One)

    If you ever ask someone what comes after death, they will likely give you some religious pitch. They may mention something about the reward of pearly gates or the punishment of fire and brimstone. Maybe they¡¯ll feed you some mystical ideas involving an achievable transcendent state or reincarnation. A few pessimists might tell you that there is nothing, that death is the end and this is your only chance at life. The best and most honest answer you¡¯ll probably get is, ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± The reason I say this is the best answer is that any other answer, based on my account, is very wrong and nothing like what I experienced. If someone asked me what being dead was like, I¡¯m unsure if I could properly convey that answer, but it would probably be what I experienced after I was taken from my family.


    My experience had nothing to do with angels or demons. There weren¡¯t any beautiful flying women to escort me to the gates of heaven nor did hell open its toothy maw to drag me into its fiery depths. I would have loved to experience nothing. Nothing would be nirvana compared to the absolute absence of existence that I witnessed. To say that what I experienced was oblivion would be a gross misrepresentation of the abyssal state of limbo. There just isn¡¯t really any proper way to describe it and I truly hope my experience was unique. During whatever it was that I had experienced, I had no concept of time. If I could have had any coherent thoughts, I would have to say that I lacked existing there for what seemed like an eternity. There was one thing that I always remembered from my time in Limbo, despite the existential crisis, I remember feeling as though there was something there outside of the void that knew I was suffering and enjoyed it.


    I imagine being born is nothing like what I experienced when I had first arrived. But when I was freed from my abyssal prison, it was as if all of my senses were turned on to their maximum acuity simultaneously in an erupting volcano. You might feel inclined to say that my explanation is some kind of an over-exaggeration, but I assure you, no words exist that can properly portray these feelings. However, I will try my best to do so anyway.


    When I regained consciousness and opened my freshly reformed eyes, the searing light penetrated my hazel orbs like they were being pierced with molten hot daggers. It sounded like harmonic crystalline explosions erupted inside the canals of my ears. My sensitive skin pricked and itched as if it was being forcefully massaged by rough asphalt and bathed in a tub filled with broken glass and rusted hypodermic needles all at the same time. When I inhaled to let out a bloodcurdling scream of pain, I was immediately silenced by a flood of searing ozone that burned the insides of my lungs as if I was struck by lightning.


    The next moment, my torture was over. The senses I had not used for what seemed like multiple lifetimes began to work once again. The extreme sensory overload I had gone through in my first moments had ended. The oppressive feelings immediately became bearable and I could then focus on my environment.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    The first thing I noticed was faint twinkling against a void of black. But as my eyes adjusted I realized that I was looking up at a rough stone ceiling. What I thought were faint stars were actually small crystals that had formed in the dark igneous rock. I was hearing a low dull hum that didn¡¯t seem to emanate from anywhere in particular, but it kind of sounded like I was on the inside of a seashell though without the sea. My body briefly shivered and I flexed my hands noticing that I was lying in a tepid pool. Weakly shifting my head to the side revealed that the liquid I had thought was water glowed with a pale blue light. The shallow puddle only came up to the backs of my ears and was only slightly larger than I was. When the fluid rippled due to my weak movements, the wavering shimmer caused the surrounding crystals to reflect it back in a gentle flicker. After passing through the crystals they let out a multitude of colors as if passing through a natural prism. The spectacular rainbow spread through the cave and painted the dark walls giving it the appearance of a chaotically formed glass mosaic.


    The scene was serene and peaceful compared to the abyssal realm I had endured before. I felt my soul calmed by my surroundings despite what I had gone through only moments before. Strangely, all the past experiences from my previous life and the emptiness between then and now were starting to fade from my memory as if they were just some long vivid nightmare. Not quite the kind of dream one would soon forget, but one that would continue to linger at the back of the mind only conjured forth with the occasional nostalgic thought.


    Before I could ponder more about my new existence any further, I began to hear a faint tinkling sound almost like the chimes of those small bells you might see on the collar of a kitten. With my head laying sideways in the shallow radiant pool, my eyes became fixated upon a tiny fluttering mote of lavender light. The purplish glowing ball in the distance was meandering slowly in my direction. Like a lethargic firefly at twilight, it floated aimlessly around the room skirting close to the basalt wall.


    I traced the drifting glimmer with only my eyes as it roamed across the room. When I was forced to turn my head again to keep track of it when it moved out of my peripheral vision, for some reason or another, this reaction brought me out of my toporic state. I forced my weak and sore muscles to push against the smooth stone floor so that I could finally sit up. The luminescent watery liquid poured off of me back into the shallow pool. As it separated contact from my damp skin, the light faded until it looked like normal clear water. It was only around where my skin kept in contact with the liquid that it maintained its glow.


    I had only lost the floating light for a moment, but it seemed once I had started to move it became a bit more frantic and zipped in a full circle around the room to just in front of me. It hovered to a point just out of reach as I squinted my eyes to make out the details of the little insect, and I was astonished at what I saw.

 Chapter One: The Radiant Pool (Part Two)

    The creature was not an insect at all. I made out the silhouette of a slender humanoid figure. The being was no taller than the length of my pinky, yet it had the shapely form of a petite female. She had mosquito-like clear wings that flapped endlessly as she hovered. Atop her head, she had a long swath of nearly black indigo hair that ran all the way down her back, over her backside and ended just before the heels of her feet. I couldn¡¯t really make out a lot of details at this point, but I could tell she wasn¡¯t completely naked. However, the small violet cloak she wore was quite translucent and only seemed to be opaque over her breasts and womanhood. Her skin underneath was a milky white and with her violet lips, she almost had the look of a porcelain doll. The difference was that, by no means, was she creepy looking, her face was soft and had a rather familiar look. A familiarity that grasped at the back of my mind but couldn¡¯t quite get ahold of what it was searching for. It was then that I discovered it was her clothing that was giving off her distinct glow, not necessarily what I assumed was a pixie. Both her lush hair and skimpy apparel seemed to defy gravity and flowed around her as if she was underwater. If she wasn¡¯t so small I was certain I would catch an occasional peek of what little she had hidden.


    From her expression, I could tell she was doing precisely the same thing as me; studying me to try and figure out what I was. She let her eyes wander from the tips of my bare toes up to the top of my slowly drying head. Seemingly, she wasn¡¯t quite satisfied with her inspection as she hovered around me once more before coming back to the front. I was a bit too weary to be concerned about my nudity and it didn¡¯t appear if it bothered her either. At this point in my life, despite spending many summers running around in the woods with my friends, I never really was that athletic. Although I was thin and relatively healthy, I had a lanky wiry form expected of an average male my age. The cool air and tepid pool I was sat in at the time hardly did me any favors below. In that respect, I was fairly average, maybe slightly above, but I was certainly no porn star.


    Then I heard the faintest of noises emanate from the minuscule girl. Her mouth began to move as if she was talking frantically throwing up her arms and looking generally annoyed; however, I couldn¡¯t quite make out what she was trying to say to me. It sounded like I was listening to a chipmunk at a very low volume. I cupped my hand against my earlobe in an attempt to try and hear what she was saying more clearly. With a realization, the diminutive lady pressed both of her tiny hands against her face and let out a cute high pitched sigh. She held out her hand raising her index finger apparently requesting me to wait a moment. She pressed her hands together closely like she was praying, stared fixedly at them and bit her lip like she was concentrating intensely.Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.


    The moment she began pulling her hands apart in a diagonal fashion, her body similarly grew proportionally in size. My eyes widened in astonishment at the sudden change. As if being in this mystical cave with a scantily dressed fairy wasn¡¯t enough, her ability to easily change her size was more than I could handle. She grew quite a bit, yet she was still no taller than my forearm and nearly as thin. My mouth hung agape as I could make out the details of the magical creature much more clearly. She had light speckled spots just above her cheeks crossing the bridge of her nose. When her face shifted, her freckles sparkled like glitter. She still remained rather petite, but her breasts were at least a B cup and her hips were proportionally flared. Besides those details, her outfit was still hiding her most private areas. Although with her attractive form only a foot away from my face, my sluggish mind was forced to wake up and I could feel my cheeks grow warm. I had a sudden desire to cover myself since I started to feel a bit self-conscious about the situation. Despite my embarrassment, a part of me felt it would be even lamer to try and cover myself. I would look like a total boob.


    Other than a briefly raised eyebrow, the one and a half foot tall woman didn¡¯t seem to react to me any more negatively than before. Instead, she again attempted to communicate with me, ¡°Who are you, stranger manling? Why are you laying in my font? I was just on my way to see Mother when all of a sudden I heard a loud noise. I thought my chamber was collapsing but when I came back I found you here.¡± Her voice was magical and adorable at the same time. There was a very slight crystalline tinkle in her voice that emphasized all her strong consonants and even with the slightly high pitch, her vowels flowed out of her like golden honey pouring atop soft-serve ice cream. Yes, hard to imagine, but if you ever heard a pixie talk you¡¯d know exactly what I was trying to describe. Although my brain made sense of what she said, it didn¡¯t quite send the news to my body to respond before she let out a questioning, ¡°Hmm?¡±

 Chapter One: The Radiant Pool (Part Three)

    ¡°I¡¯m s...s-orry,¡± I finally stammered out, ¡°My name is Josh. I don¡¯t really know how I got here.¡± I unconsciously put my hand to my scalp to rub it with the tips of my fingers as if that would somehow help conjure forth a stubborn memory that refused to come out of hiding. ¡°Where exactly am I?¡± I looked around the room as if that would help add to the question, ¡°And...¡± I paused for a moment as I started to consider that even though I had just met the tiny girl, it was likely I would need her to find my way out of wherever it is that I ended up. That is, of course, if there was a way out. ¡°May I know your name?¡± I asked in the most polite way I could muster. Although, I doubt my naked skinny ass would come off as threatening to anyone.


    She gave me a suspicious look. Her mouth turned into a slight pout, her eyes narrowed, she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back which caused her to float a few inches further from me. ¡°Well, you aren¡¯t really scary looking and you didn¡¯t really damage anything so I guess I can forgive you, Josh. For now.¡± This little woman was ridiculously adorable. It was almost like she was straight out of a children''s cartoon. Her exaggerated expressions and the hint of innocence gave the same feeling you get when looking at those grumpy cat memes on the internet. ¡°I am called Guinevere, manling. I¡¯ve never really met one of your kind before, so I¡¯m not certain if I should trust you. I¡¯m just going to have to take you to Mother right away. She¡¯ll know what to do with you.¡±


    I didn¡¯t really have time to respond when she clapped her hands together and returned to her original size. Immediately after she zoomed away down the tunnel she initially came in through and stopped about 30 feet away. It probably only took her about a second to get that far away. Not wanting to be left alone in the chamber and assuming her mother probably wasn¡¯t much bigger than her, I saw no reason to stay behind. Besides, if her mother was agreeable, it would really be nice to know where the hell I was, how I got here and how to get out. Strangely, despite my situation, I wasn¡¯t finding myself to be afraid. It was bizarre for certain, but there was something about this place that made me feel at ease.


    I pushed myself out of the water onto my feet to follow the fairy down the dark tunnel. The moment I stepped out of the watery pool, its blue luminescence had ceased, making it pitch black around me. If you¡¯ve ever been in a cave without a source of light or maybe looked inside a train tunnel, you would know the oppressive feeling that darkness can have. It was a major source of encouragement for me as I made a strong effort to keep up with my only source of light. As I followed her, the diminutive pixel kept a safe distance of at least 20 feet. Only stopping when I fell too far behind. The crystal gemstones inlaid in the cavern walls continued through the deep tunnel. I also was feeling a sense of claustrophobia as the tunnel itself was never more than an arms-length away around me. Although the walls were covered with these spiky structures, the cave floor was surprisingly level and smooth as if it had been evenly eroded over time like an underground river bed. Of course, I didn¡¯t really know anything about geology or spelunking at the time. I was just happy there weren¡¯t any loose rocks, sharp stones or steep drops while I was making my way swiftly behind barefoot.Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.


    Unfortunately, Guinevere¡¯s mother wasn¡¯t just around the corner. The one tunnel from her font we had followed led just a short way until it opened up into one large chamber. The pixie had hovered in the center of the cavern for a few moments as I took in the details of the cave. The room looked like it was some kind of central hub for at least a dozen or so tunnels. There were luckily none that seemed to lead precariously downward, though there were many that led into the ceiling. All the tunnels went in different directions and were different sizes. Some no larger than could fit a small animal while the largest looked like it could fit a large elephant. This place gave me the impression of some kind of nest, much like an anthill or some kind of hive. Not surprisingly, Guinevere darted down the largest tunnel and I no longer had time to ponder. Not that I minded the distraction; the thought of being in a nest of any kind gave me the creeps.


    It wasn¡¯t just the tunnel that was getting larger, the crystal formations that sprouted out of the walls were giant. Only a few yards in and the glass-like gemstones were as large as me. As I passed them, I peered into a few and I could see multiple reflections of myself. The magnificent sight distracted me long enough for it to suddenly get pitch black around me as I noticed my guiding light turn a corner and leave me alone in the darkness. I cursed at myself, ¡°Shit. Wait up!¡± I cried out with a wavering in my voice and rushed down the passage to catch up. Then when I turned the corner, a great wave of relief came over me. Although I could no longer see the faint mote of light that was Guinevere in her tiny form, I could see a light as bright as the sun at the end of the tunnel.

 Chapter Two: Eccentric Booblagoon (Part One)

    "Mother, are you here?¡± I heard the little pixie call a short way off as I approached her. It took some time for my eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness that shone from my destination. Though when it did, I was in awe of what I saw in the cave ahead.


    The source of the bright light was not the sun at all. As much as I believed I was walking outdoors, the scene made it clear I was still in the cavern. From what I saw, there was no exit here to this magical cave system.


    The ground underneath me became more smooth at first. Before I entered the cavernous chamber, I was walking on what seemed to be soil. Further inside was a thick carpet of emerald green grass.


    The crystals that adorned the walls in the tunnel also existed here and these ones shone with a magical lavender light, much like Guinevere¡¯s cloak. They were only one source of the light, however. The other source was the large pool of water that rested in the center of the chamber. The pool glowed with a light blue hue similarly to when I woke up in Guinevere¡¯s font. Unlike the other font, this one sparkled as if it was filled with reflective metallic dust. Together these sources gave the room an effect similar to the sun, making it warm and humid compared to the rest of the cave system.


    The grass was not the only thing that sprouted out of the soil. In the center of the large chamber was a giant flower--as large as a house--with blue, violet, red, yellow and orange petals. It looked like no other flower I had ever seen before. It was attached to a massive green stem, though the size of the flower made it rest half its weight on the ground and partially into the large glowing pool. The giant flower was surrounded by smaller and more recognizable looking flowers, ferns, large colorful mushrooms--some as large as myself--and there were even a few luscious trees and bushes growing nearby with delicious-looking fruits hanging from them.


    I saw Guinevere settled down on the flat cap of a large brown mushroom only a foot away from the pool. She was back to her larger size and, as she sat, she reminded me somewhat of a dainty little princess the way she rested her legs together to the side. Her little transparent cloak did little to hide her round backside. Guinevere looked back at me for a moment, unsuspectingly at my gawking and--with some color in her cheeks--shrugged with an apologetic look. I blushed in turn. The feeling of heat rose on my face and goosebumps formed across my skin. The awkward moment distracted me long enough for me to lose my footing when the cave began to shake.


    Luckily the soft grass broke my fall as I landed square on my bare ass. I couldn¡¯t help but notice a large crystal above me threatening to turn me into manling paste if it came loose. Crab walking backward on my hands and feet, I attempted to avoid the danger should it fall. I didn¡¯t make it very far before I noticed the liquid pool in front of me start to bubble as if it was boiling over. I was scared shitless. Luckily all my organs were empty and my body couldn¡¯t share with the room how frightened I was.Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.


    The glowing blue liquid splashed out at me, soaking me from head to toe. I shielded my face and closed my eyes in reaction. Echoing in the chamber, I heard was feminine breathy laughter. The room stopped shaking and the blue liquid already started to evaporate off my skin. Still frightened I opened one eye to see the source of the laughter and what I saw brought an unusual mix of feelings.


    Halfway out of the large pool was a giant woman. Though she had some resemblance to Guinevere, there was certainly no human quite like her. The most obvious thing, however, was the fact that she was topless. She was actually completely naked, but at the time I could only see her top half.


    The giantess was massive. Her head was as tall as my torso, which made each of her glowing blue eyes about the size of my head. Sticking straight up halfway out of the pool, her head almost reached the tall cave ceiling. For her size, her breasts were also quite large, each the size of her head. To this day I still imagine her tits would make amazingly comfortable cushions like those adult-sized bean bag chairs.


    Her skin was much like the color of strawberry milk, which looked quite natural on her with the large cherry red nipples and plump lips. Though like Guinevere, her hair was jet black. Her raven locks poured down her shoulders still dripping the sparkling liquid from the pool.


    Unlike Guinevere, the woman¡¯s body had a bit more weight to it relative to her size. People these days would have definitely described her as thicc with two capital c¡¯s. She reminded me of a 70s busty nude model in a raunchy beach calendar, with a little bit more meat on her.


    Though she wasn¡¯t wearing any clothing, she was adorned with sparkling stones. Her jewelry was a mix of multicolored pearlescent orbs and gems. They were dangling wrapped around her head, neck, waist, and wrists. She multiple piercings on her ears, nose and belly button. There was also a sparkling crystal inset at the tip of each of her long red fingernails.


    Despite her Candyland bombshell body and gaudy jewelry, she did have a very motherly face. When she first started to observe her surroundings, she looked at Guinevere with a pleasant smile. Rather than exchanging any comforting words of affection, Guinevere just pointed down at my wet naked form and the colossal woman turned her gaze on me.


    I was paralyzed as she leaned down toward me with an unsettling look. The sheer size of her cast an intimidating shadow over me as she gave me a curious look, cocking an eyebrow. That sweet look she gave Guinevere melted away and shifted into a wide smile with even wider eyes which made her appear hungry. I swallowed speechlessly.

 Chapter Two: Eccentric Booblagoon (Part Two)

    ¡°Well now,¡± I imagined myself a mouse under the shadow of a feline who was feeling in a playful mood. ¡°What do we have here? A manling?¡± Her voice reverberated in the cave and filled my head. I don¡¯t know if I was having a sense of deja vu, but her penetrating voice seemed bizarrely familiar.


    My lack of response due to the overwhelming terror I was feeling seemed not to annoy her but brought a wide grin. Each of her large pearlescent teeth was the size of my head. All she would have to do was lean slightly forward and bite and¡­


    Her body shifted downward into the pool until she was low enough that her massive breasts rested on the bank. She framed the fleshy milk sacs with her arms as she placed her elbows on either side and rested her head on her palms. Her body swayed slightly and I could imagine her passively kicking her legs under the water like a girl at a pool. She batted her eyelashes which sparkled with a glint of what I assumed was fairy dust. ¡°Well, how did you come to be here, boy?¡±


    Her eyes shifted nonchalantly toward my crotch. I felt a wave of heat wash over me as goosebumps formed on my bare skin. I realized I had spent the last few moments similarly ogling her nudity. Despite the flight reaction I was having, my body still reacted to the situation. No longer numb to my passing memories of oblivion, my many senses seemed to be working again. At this inopportune moment, standing before both the pixie and her mother I was sporting a full erection.


    I could feel the heat in my face spill out as the awkwardness of the moment set in. I glanced between the nude giant and pixie a few times, but it took me a short time to really get the idea that neither of them seemed to be bothered by the reaction of my libido. In fact, Guinevere had her head cocked as if she had never seen anything like what was between my legs. However, the uncomfortable pause that I was apparently experiencing alone went on too long.


    The giantess shifted off an elbow and moved her index finger toward me. Her long colored nail poked at my chest as if she a cat checking if her prey was still alive before eating it, ¡°Speak, child.¡± She said. Her tone wasn¡¯t nearly as threatening as my body reacted to. Though it was enough to jar me out of my stupor.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, um¡­¡± I paused tried to address her in a polite manner but then realized she didn¡¯t really introduce herself. ¡°I don¡¯t know how I got here.¡± Trying to bring back memories was a real challenge. The attempt to remember where I was before my time in limbo gave me a slight headache. I covered my face trying to rub out the pain from behind my eyes. It was enough to push some of the fear out of my body, replacing it with confusion. I shook my head to bring me back to focus.


    Her eyes squinted as she gave me a discerning look, ¡°I see.¡± She leaned back, crossed an arm across her torso with her breasts resting upon it as she moved her other hand to her chin. She looked toward my thoughtfully and continued. ¡°Curios,¡± She looked to me than to the pixie. ¡°Gui, where did you find this manling?¡± She vaguely gestured her hand toward me.


    ¡°I was on my way to see you when I heard some noise before coming in to find him lying as he is in my font,¡± Guinevere explained. The meek higher-pitched voice was a stark contrast to her mother¡¯s.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    ¡°I see. I wasn¡¯t certain at first, but I believe you to be Chosen.¡± Her mother looked to me saying.


    ¡°Chosen?¡± Guinevere clasped her hands together with amazement as if she was just told they might be going to Disneyland.


    The atmosphere in the chamber seemed to be much less domineering as the two women seemed genuinely interested in my being here, ¡°What do you mean?¡±


    ¡°You were reborn of the font.¡± the fairy¡¯s mother replied, ¡°Immortal.¡±


    I just didn¡¯t know how to take in what she said. The culture shock was overwhelming and I didn¡¯t really even what she had said.


    ¡°Just like in the stories?¡± The pixie was fluttering in the air, I almost expected her to do a somersault from the excitement. This only confused me further.


    ¡°Yes. I am certain of it, but there is a way to know for sure. Quite simple in fact.¡±


    ¡°Wait a moment,¡± I said with a braver tone than before. Fear blocked by confusion. ¡°Did you say immortal?¡±


    ¡°Yes, manling.¡± She nodded once at me in affirmation.


    ¡°Oh, his name is Josh,¡± Guinevere said as she suddenly remembered.


    ¡°Josh?¡± she questioned the word almost in surprise.


    ¡°Yeah,¡± I replied.


    ¡°Was that your name before you came here, Chosen?¡± She spoke the title as if there was no doubt in her mind. The title of some legendary hero in an adventure plot seemed so unfitting to be given to me.


    ¡°Uh-huh.¡± I nodded to her uncertain why she asked in that way.


    ¡°Well, now you are reborn, Chosen. Reborn invisible to fate as a spirit of freedom.¡±


    Although I understood what she was saying, it all felt so cryptic and alien, ¡°Freedom?¡± I was suddenly unsure of the idea. The word so often associated with a political and nationalistic context in my experience that it gave me a bad taste. I wasn¡¯t the patriotic type.


    ¡°Yes, free to make your own path in the world. Free to build yourself based on your desires rather than what fate decides. The world is your playground and its workings at your disposal.¡± She said so matter-of-factly.


    ¡°I really don¡¯t understand.¡±


    ¡°Well, let me show you.¡± She leaned back down as she was before resting her elbow on the bank with her hand open and tapped on it with a fingernail. ¡°Come here, Gui.¡± The pixie hovered over and landed standing on the flesh platform. ¡°You too.¡± She said briefly and tapped on the ground. I walked over without question not really understanding what was about to happen. However, at this point, I was more curious than anything else. She lowered her hand to bring Guinevere to my head height as I approached.


    I was much closer to both of them than before, I could feel the fairy mother¡¯s heat radiating off of her body. I was so close I could smell the giantess. She smelled pleasantly like saltwater taffy. It was then that I could really get a sense of the size of her breasts. Her cherry-colored nipples were only an arm''s length away. My mouth watered and my attention was brought back to my groin as my dick was reinvigorated. I blushed but tried to maintain composure.


    ¡°Gui, hold open your cloak please.¡± Her mother commanded as if her request wasn¡¯t in the least bit unusual. However, Guinevere looked at her mother uncertainly at first. Despite my earlier thoughts, it did seem that the little fairy had some sense of modesty.


    Rather than objecting, the pixie nodded in compliance. She looked down as she unfixed the violet crystalline broach that I hadn¡¯t seemed to notice before and spread her arms open. There weren¡¯t words for how I was feeling at the moment, but it was an abashed mix of many that I am certainly not proud of.


    What filled the space I expected to be the pale figure of the small woman, was something bizarre and spectacular. ¡°What the...?¡± I mouthed quietly. I wasn¡¯t really sure what to make of what I was looking at. My brain was still not quite caught up with my senses by this point and despite knowing what I was seeing, I couldn¡¯t grasp at the information overload I was receiving at the time. So, instead of explaining, let me just draw up something of a representation.

 Chapter Two: Eccentric Booblagoon (Part Three)

    It took a few minutes for me to peruse the information on the display, for lack of a better term. The way everything seemed to be laid out was much like a tabletop or video game RPG. The numbers looked a little lower than I expected, especially the attributes. I didn¡¯t have anything to compare them to so I didn¡¯t really know if they were low or possibly relative. It did fill me with questions.


    ¡°What does all of this mean?¡± I momentarily held my hand toward the display, but then hesitated when I noticed Guinevere retreat from my grasp. I was just thinking it might be interactive. I still blushed at her reaction.


    ¡°Well, it means I was correct. You and Gui are now linked. You were reborn in her font and are now immortal.¡± the giantess replied with certainty.


    ¡°Alright, I get that part. But, what does all of this mean?¡± I pointed toward the information displayed in front of the exposed fairy.


    ¡°Well, personally,¡± She began, ¡°I have never seen this before. I am afraid I won¡¯t be of much help to you there. I do believe that it is something you will have to discover for yourself.¡±


    I was about to ask another question when the pixie spoke out again, ¡°Mother, does this mean I am free as well? May I leave with him?¡± She had a very expectant and hopeful tone in her voice.


    ¡°Yes, Gui.¡± A sense of pride and somber happiness seemed to emanate from the fairy¡¯s mother.


    It seemed Guinevere had been holding in a lot of excitement as she let out a nearly unintelligible cheer, rose slightly off the mushroom cap wings fluttering, and clapping her hands. The cloak fell loose and the display vanished leaving her body exposed. She realized after a moment and refastened her cloak red-faced.


    The spectacle distracted me. The mix of confusion and hormones caused me to hesitate. Before I could get another question out, Guinevere''s mother spoke first, ¡°Before I let you two leave, I must give you one last warning.¡± She looked directly at me, her face taking a serious expression. ¡°This place, your font, your blessing, it is important all of this is kept a secret. There are those who may use this information against you or may come searching for this place. Please, do not tell others about my home or the font. For both of our sake. Understand?¡± She gave me a glare of warning.Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.


    ¡°Yes, uh..¡± I paused for a moment and realized something, ¡°What should I call you?¡±


    ¡°Good boy.¡± She gave me praise with some apprehension, ¡°I am Morgana, child. Now, take a deep breath.¡± I nodded not quite registering the second part of what she said. But before I could speak another word, I was quickly surrounded by her warm fleshy fingers as she grabbed me. I barely had a moment to take one last breath before I was pulled along with Guinevere into the matron¡¯s font.


    The water below was quite clear, despite its glow on the surface. The watery cave below was much larger than I had expected. The walls around were much wider than the cave we had come from and large jagged gemstones, like those above, adorned the walls. As far as I could tell there was no bottom, the comfortably warm liquid ended in darkness below me. Though I could see an occasional faint glittering like flecks of fairy dust in the apparent bottomless pit. Luckily the three of us were only submerged for a minute before we resurfaced in a very different looking cave.


    I gasped for air as we breached and I was gently released on the bank of the other side. It took me a moment to recover and as before, the liquid evaporated off of my skin quickly making me shiver slightly. Though the pool was of similar size, the area around us looked nothing like the other side. It looked like any natural cave. The slightly damp stone walls reflected with greys and browns with the font being the main source of light. The other source being the violet glow of Guinevere¡¯s transparent cloak.


    Morgana smiled over at us. She was leaning on her elbows in her usual fashion breasts resting on the bank of the pool. Guinevere was buzzing around and had shrunk back down to her original three-inch tall size. She looked quite eager to be on her way. ¡°Good luck to you two,¡± the great naked fairy said with a hint of both pride and sadness in her tone. She sighed dramatically and clasped her hands together looking at both of us. ¡°Don¡¯t forget to stop by now and again. Your mother will miss you.¡± She blew us a kiss and, without another word, vanished into the depths below.


    ¡°But,¡± I raised my hand up to try and get her attention before she disappeared, but only received a splash of the now fading luminescent liquid.


    Now it was just Guinevere and me alone in the dim cavern together. She buzzed around me and the cave, like a kid at a carnival. I, however, was not so eager. Even with the company of the pixie, I felt quite lost and alone. The fonts glow had faded, leaving me with only the circling violet light of the impatient fairy to navigate by.