You jolt awake as the world around you shudders. This impact had been particularly jarring causing you to awake into a panic. You can’t remember how you got here, but you know it’s not good. The car you’re trapped in is seemingly sealed shut and surrounded by darkness. However, in the distance you’re able to make out some lit areas in a faint blue hue. Then you start listening and noticing the screams; they’re all around from others presumably panicking. The cacophony of despair only heightens your fear as you keep hearing the same dull thuds over and over again, not knowing what the source is. All the meanwhile the car keeps jostling along with the beat of the dull thuds. You lower the windows to try and get some fresh air, only to be met with the muskiest smell that seemingly overpowers you. While it nearly makes you gag, you also can’t help but wonder why it’s got a sensual feeling to it. You snap back into fear mode as you’ve got to exit the car, but to where? It’s so difficult to make out where to go, and there seem to be other vehicles stacked around you, all jostling against each other to the beat of this mysterious cavern. That’s when you start to remember what happened - the last thing you can remember was a hand. Not just any hand, a massive hand that couldn’t have belonged to anything living on Earth, but that’s what you remember. The hand, and then rising so quickly upwards towards some sort of blue orb - the speed of the ascension made you sick and pass out you figure. You remember the hand was adorned with some sort of large blue and gold bracelet, and then the orb....what was that? Suddenly the blue hue in the distance makes more sense and you’re able to draw some logical, if not impossible conclusions...
24 hours earlier
As he clasped the other bracelet to his wrist, Gildor looked at himself in the mirror and smirked. Adorned in his traditional blue elvish exploration outfit, he was pleased with the way he had filled out. Unlike his brethren, he took great pride in increasing the dimensions of his nearly perfect body. Outfit was a bit of a stretch, as he was nearly naked but for the gold and blue bracelets adorning his wrists, and the tight blue sarong covering his private bits clasped together with a golden belt that signified his ranking amongst his people. His thick thighs, six pack abs, and heaving pectorals had outgrown his old uniform and had permission to go as he saw comfortable. Lastly he raised his heaving biceps to delicately attach his necklace which sat a top his pecs, accentuating the muscles and nipples it sat above. He sensually strode his hands over his firm package and upwards, giving each nipple a small tweak before smiling back in the mirror. Lastly he took a golden ring from his side table and tied his hair back to give it some control; his hair still fell lovingly down the back of his shoulders and onto the muscular back. This only served to give his look some sense of decorum and to help cover his pointy ears as Gildor was on a mission.
Gildor’s elders had discovered a prophecy that foretold a time that his people would be wiped out due to the ever greedy nature of the humans they shared the world with. After confirming that this prophecy would indeed come to pass, a plan was hatched to send one of their own into the future to stop it. Gildor was to be that test - and he knew it was likely a one way trip. The elders had perfected the spells to get him so far into the future, humans were thought to have forgotten about the existence of elves or at least would only know about them in legend. Gildor’s role was to use his good looks, charm, and human like cockiness to covertly dismantle the system that humans live in - the hope being that Gildor’s people could eventually join him in the future and reign supreme over the humans as punishment for what they would eventually do to his own. Gildor’s magic and spell making abilities as well as his physical body had gone through extensive training for this moment. He was ready to go.
As he stepped into the hall, the priests and elders surrounded Gildor and prayed for him before beginning the spell. His whole body began to glow as a large purple ring formed above him. The glowing sensation eventually made the entire room shine white but for the purple ring which eventually descended on Gildor causing him to disappear into the ether.
Present day
You start putting two and two together; the musky smell,
the giant hand, the blue “orb” and suddenly more
memories start coming back to you. Before being trapped
you remember hearing unconfirmed reports of some sort
of disturbance in the surrounding area. Reports of
earthquakes, destruction and a distant town being wiped
off the map...could this have been the source. That would
be impossible though - giants don’t exist you try and tell
yourself, all the while getting even more of a sinking
feeling as you hear the screams and cries of those around
you. Had they figured it out too or were they just hysterical
because they didn’t know where they were? You look out
the window at the surface directly below your car and can’t
help notice it’s not solid. It looks taught but not like
concrete, more...alive and constantly shifting. You take out
your flashlight and shine it towards the ground - the
surface appears to be a dark beige color yet also have a
crimson hue to it as well. You stupidly drop your flashlight
and it hits the ground - thud!
HHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
The entire orb rumbles as the sound reverberates off the cars and inside the orb. The shudders and constant thuds have stopped also. The blue hue suddenly moves further away and a flash of blinding light enters the chamber
above you. You open the sunroof to get a better look and staring back at you over a set of massive pectorals is the beautiful face of what you can only describe as a giant god. Your car begins to rise upwards...
18 hours earlier
Gildor remembered the bit about being bathed in light described to him, he just didn’t realize how warm and fuzzy it would make him feel. When the feeling started to subside, he knew that the spell must have been wearing off. He opened his eyes and was standing in a vastly different landscape than the one he had been sent from. Presumably the lush forests of his homeland had been replaced by baron desert in the time that had passed. It made him angry to thing that the humans had not only wiped out his people but destroyed the natural beauty of his homeland as well. He was also feeling cold and exposed, as the crimson sun was setting in the distance and he knew he needed to find shelter quickly and get into some sort of disguise. Try as he might he just couldn’t see anything in the distance that resembled civilization. He had assumed the humans would have built out the whole world by this point but clearly they had failed. Perhaps they had wiped themselves out?
As he pondered this he decided to do some squats to
stretch out his muscles - he hadn’t a clue as to how long
the spell had lasted, all he knew was that he needed to
move. As he lowered his perfect ass towards the ground and flexed his hard thigh muscles, he was beginning to
notice the ground wasn’t baron at all. There were tiny
paths and what looked to be above ground caves all set in
a neat order. Wanting to get a better look he squatted
down even further until his ass made contact with the
ground. He felt a tiny bit of resistance that eventually gave
way to the surface - perhaps he had made contact with
one of the caves?
He could then see what he thought were bugs moving
about as quick as they could, many of them mad dashing
into what appeared to be covered carts and moving them
away from him. He reached out and quickly grabbed one
between his thumb and index finger, lightly holding it as he
moved it to his face. The thing was strange, and appeared
to have wheels but no horse or beast to move it around.
Inside he could make out some little creatures moving
about very strangely, but couldn’t exactly see what they
were. When he tried to get a closer look, one of the
creatures opened the cart and jumped downwards,
bouncing off of Gildor’s nipple and continued past the abs.
Out of instinct, Gildor rushed his other hand to stretch
open his sarong and watched as the little creature fell into
his pubic hairs. The hairs had broken his fall and Gildor
could observe the creature dazed but squirming about. He
decided he would close him up to keep him for safe
keeping until he could observe him up close when he
found shelter. In the excitement of capturing the little
creature, the others had not been so lucky as Gildor
accidentally crushed the carriage with his finger and thumb. When he brought them apart the carriage had
been pancaked and he couldn’t help but notice the red
crimson stain on the tip of his finger. As he rose back up to his original height, he turned around
and noticed more tiny red stains and a lot of chalky debris
on his backside. He took great pride in his appearance
and proceeded to dust off what he could from his butt, only
causing the stuck debris to rain down onto the other caves
below. He began to walk around the other caves and lines,
trying to follow the little creatures and carriages,
accidentally stepping on quite a few of them. They offered
little resistance and it was almost like he was a kid again
playing with bugs in the forest of his homeland. He could
also feel the little creature in his sarong moving around,
which gave him a tingling feeling that he just couldn’t
shake.
Gildor decided he needed to get a closer look at these
creatures before trying to move on. As far as he could tell
they were they only life on this planet in the future. He got
down on all 4s, giving the little creature’s hive a view of his
magnificent torso as he plunged the area into darkness.
Reaching out he was able to grab a handful of carriages
and creatures and carefully put them in the palm of his
hand. Raising his hand he could closely observe their
behavior and to his surprise, they were not unlike the
humans he used to deal with in his time....and that’s when
it clicked.
These. Were. Humans....but impossibly small. How could
this be?? His elders had perfected the spell or so he’d
thought. Either the world shrunk while he was in the time
warp or he had grown. To have grown was the more
logical explanation, and by his calculations in comparison
to the human he figured he might be around 150 meters tall!
He wondered if his elders had made an error in the spell,
or sinisterly they knew this would be the outcome all along
and just didn’t tell him.
The realization led Gildor to realize he had just
accidentally killed an untold number of people in this
human settlement as he tried to explore. This led to a look
of horror and shock on his face as he stared down the
terrified humans in the palm of his hand - half of them
scrambling and succeeding to jump to their deaths, and
the other half cowering in fear of the giant elf. His
expression turned from one of horror to one of amusement
and satisfaction right before the human’s eyes. He didn’t
have to do anything covert in this time to dismantle the
human’s world - he could simply subdue them with brute
strength. As he was realizing this, his member began to
stiffen at the thought of being a god amongst these people
- these people that had ruined his homeland and wiped
out his people according to the prophecy. His sarong was
becoming unbearably crowded and began to stretch
forward awkwardly. A twitch from the little creature in his
sarong gave way to a wicked smile.
Gildor used his free hand to unbuckle his sarong, letting his lengthening member free from it’s prison, and tossing the sarong to the side, blanketing a few of the human structures. Even for an elf, he was well hung. It was well known that elvish dicks were far larger than human ones and his was no exception. Hard it tended it reach midway up his abs, and was ominously bobbing and swaying over the center of the town. He wasn’t sure if the little had fallen with the sarong or if he was still stuck somewhere on his crimson looking shaft and churning balls. It had been ages since he had cum and he knew just how to do it. Still on his knees, he propped himself up with his free hand and rotated his hand full of the humans and carriages towards his member. He hoped the humans appreciated getting to see his magnificent body one last time as they were unceremoniously mashed into paste against the murderous shaft. He began to stroke his cock fast, reveling in the fact that he was about to wipe this town out through pure sexual bliss - a fitting bit of revenge against the humans. His body began to heave as he brought himself closer to climax, his muscles on full display as they tensed and tightened for the impending explosion. Gildor tilted his head back towards the sky and shouted out an elvish prayer as his dick began to spew a floods worth of cum over the entire town. Structures that were in its path were obliterated instantly, and he could see the little humans caught up in it lifelessly getting washed away down the roads as he continued into his deep orgasm. The littles that had provided lube were also washed away in the flood, their crimson remains staining the white rivers in certain places. Finally as Gildor’s orgasm began to subside, he arched himself up, shook the last few remaining ‘drops’ out and crashed back onto his ass, with his hands behind his head. His body and cum had destroyed the town in a matter of minuets. Maybe this mission really would be that easy after all.
To be continued.