An elf is sent forward in time to put humanity in its place. To the elf’s surprise, he’s well over 150m tall. Told from the perspective of the elf and an unfortunate bystander who’s just along for the ride.

Part 1

Word Count: 2477

Added: 03/27/2025

Updated: 04/05/2025

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.

Part II

Word Count: 2172

Added: 04/03/2025

Updated: 04/05/2025

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Chapter Notes:

Gildor starts a new day at his new height in search of more humans to humiliate and destroy.

6 hours earlier

Gildor was awakened by the sunrise just coming over the surrounding mountains in the desert. Smoldering ash and fire still burned in the town - the fires he had set while destroying the human civilization (if you could call it that) kept him warm throughout the night as he rested on his side after he had flooded part of the town with his cum. Remnants of seed and destruction wafted over him as he smiled and thought about what he could accomplish today. He sat up and scanned the area for any survivors - if there were any they were doing a good job of hiding. He reached his sinewy arm across the town, grabbed his sarong and proceeded to stand up to his full magnificent height, muscles lovingly glowing in the early morning sun. He strapped on his belt, concealing his semi-hard on. While he could have just dealt with it right then and there, he decided to practice a bit of self control until he found some more humans he could easily torment. He began to walk towards the light, figuring he would eventually find some more human settlements. Being 500 feet tall, the ground shook and quaked with heavy thuds heard for miles around…

Present

After making direct eye contact with the giant face above, you can’t really understand if he had seen you directly or if he was just staring at all the others trapped in the orb. Of course it was clear now this wasn’t an orb. You were but a speck trapped in the gigantic package of some demonic giant with large ears. Looking forward you could see the hand steadily hold open the fabric letting the light in, as the ground under you proceeded to lurch up in consistent jerking motions. In a flight or fight situation you make the choice to climb out of your sunroof and get to safety - not that there’s anywhere safe to go in a situation like this. Jumping overboard clearly means death, but staying put clearly isn’t going to work either now that the giant has locked eyes with you. Climbing out you run away from the hand towards what you figure is the body of your giant captor. Clamoring over other cars and hearing the screams of others you can see a massive dark patch of tentacles jutting out from the giant’s skin. Shaking your head you figure those must be his pubes and run toward them. You lose your footing on the last car and go tumbling forwards towards them; luckily crashing into them isn’t the death sentence you figured - they’re softer than expected and not coarse at all, and have an oddly pleasant aroma. You figure this is as secure a place as ever, and you’re rewarded for it. While you’re able to grab fist fulls of titan’s nether hairs and ‘buckle in’, the folks that you’ve left behind are about to meet a different fate.

The cloth you once thought was an orb seemingly falls away, leaving you with a direct view of the titan’s cock fully exposed. It’s become fully hard and juts out directly away from the body and is still rising to its full height. To say you’re emasculated is an understatement, but you can’t help but be in awe of the thing. That’s when tragedy strikes. All the other humans and cars around you that hadn’t fallen off the dick were suddenly mashed into unrecognizable paste as the being above grasped his member with his coiled fist and began lube up his cock. The sounds of the twisted metal, blood and remnants of life are sickening to watch, but from your ‘secure’ place you’re lucky; you’re just out of reach of the murderous fist as it works its way up and down the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. It’s only then you realize that you’re still in the middle of a city and well higher than most of the buildings around you save for the skyscrapers in the distance…

2 hours earlier

After stomping about the desert for some time, Gildor was starting to actually think that maybe the humans had wiped themselves out. He hadn’t seen any signs of civilization, and realized that maybe the increasingly hot climate had something to do with it. While the sweat dripping down his body only added to the sensual nature of him, it was mid day and he was becoming parched. He eventually found his way out of the desert and began to ascend the mountain range before him. Surely there had to be loads of lakes with fresh water? He could actually see other signs of animal life in the forest he was crashing through and began to take great care not to step on any of them. This forest did eventually give way to a massive lake - Gildor got on all fours and began to lap up an appropriate amount of water with his gigantic tongue, but made sure to leave some for the rest of the forest creatures. It was nice to see some things hadn’t been ruined in all this time.

Of course, he wasn’t able to avoid all destruction. One looking back on the path Gildor had created could see gigantic foot prints throughout the desert, and then the trail leading into the mountains full of smashed trees and rock slides. As Gildor raised his head up from the lake, he noticed something peculiar down the valley that led away from the water source. Nestled amongst the mountains seemed to be more structures not unlike those he had seen and wiped out the previous day! Flexing his arms, he pushed himself up and jumped up on his gigantic feet, the impact causing violent waves in the lake to crash upon the shore and sent a mini tidal wave down the river towards the settlement, wiping out buildings closest to the shore in a matter of minutes.

Gildor strode casually and curiously down the valley alongside the river towards the little structures. They seemed to be in better shape than the ones out in the desert, and looked a lot more advanced, but he couldn’t figure out where all the humans had gone to. There were even some buildings that appeared to be of larger height than those he had seen yesterday, yet no humans in sight. One building in particular stood out to him in the center of the town - this one was much taller than the surrounding buildings and had a high tower adorned with a golden statue and had many strange symbols around it. Of course compared to him, the tower only came up to just below his knees. Gildor hadn’t ever seen symbols such as these before in person, but he did remember hearing something about humans and how they tended to congregate in large groups from his elders. Gildor decided to get a better look and got down on his knees on either side of the larger structure, crushing the surrounding buildings and streets with his muscular shins and dirty feet. Looking on all sides of the structure he couldn’t figure out what to do, so he proceeded to rip the roof off of the structure, but left the tower in tact. AH-HA! - Gildor’s eyes went wide and he grinned. He surprised himself by finding where all the townsfolk had decided to hide. There seemed to be utter shock amongst the humans followed by pure chaos and chanting from those below, but he couldn’t understand what they were saying. Gildor was so large that his torso blocked out most of the sky for the little ones as he loomed over them, hair falling on both sides over his shoulders. That’s when the stirring in his sarong started back up again.

Gildor realized the power he had over these people did make him feel a certain way - he felt that sexual prowess starting to overcome his better instincts as his package began to swell in size. He also remembered how good it felt with the little guy in there from yesterday, no doubt crushed in the chaos of his last orgasm. Gildor reached out his massive right hand into the terrified crowd and grabbed a handful of them. He carefully lifted them up and over the wall of the cathedral with only an unlucky or stupid few jumping to their deaths. He pulled the band of his sarong forward, exposing his ever expanding cock and dumped the littles inside, snapping it shut to prevent any more escaping. Their chaotic ministrations over Gildors shaft and eventually balls excited him greatly as he began to moan and massage his chest and abs, all while running his massive digits over his cupped package, no doubt crushing some of his littles in the process. His other hand began to explore his taught bubble butt, as he pulled the sarong away from his crack and exposed his asshole for the congregation to see. He licked his finger and began to insert it lovingly around the rim, eventually penetrating the ring and going deep inside. Most of the humans on the ground were horrified at the sight of this gigantic sex act far above them, yet some were oddly aroused and glued to their seats. Gildor moaned loudly as he lightly caressed his insides.

Gildor then realized that while he had ripped the roof of the building clean off, he was uniquely positioned over the great bell tower that stood attached and in tact. It had been quite a while since Gildor had the company of another male elf and longed to have something deep inside him once again. The giant elf remaining on his knees began to position his taught ass lower and lower towards the great bell tower until his hole made contact with the golden statue adorning the roof. The elf moaned loudly as he engulfed the statue and then began to take the rest of the tower into him, all the while the worshipers were trying to escape the back entrance of the building. Sensing this, Gildor flashed them an evil grin as he grabbed cars, trees, and other various debris outside and dumped them all in front of the entrances, blocking any hope of escape. Knowing he had a captive audience, Gildor finally decided to unbuckle his sarong and toss it aside on a nearby building, letting his obscenely erect cock fly free. The little humans inside his sarong held on for dear life, some successfully attached themselves to the balls, and others to the head and shaft. The unlucky ones were cast aside with the sarong, likely falling to their deaths a few blocks away. Gildor’s progress on the tower was nearly complete as he began to sensually ride the tower, giving his prostate just the right touch that he needed to get things started. He started to ride the tower faster, slamming his ass into the ground without abandon. As he did this, his cock whipped around and actually smashed into some of the unfortunate worshippers towards the front of the room, crushing them into a mixture of bloody paste and precum. As he knew he was getting closer to orgasm, he finally grabbed his cock and began to stroke it vigorously, crushing any of the humans still attached to it. He was in pure bliss - his muscles glistening in the sun, the sweat raining down on his supplicants, and his insides feeling full for the first time in a long time.

Suddenly it was all too much - Gildor aimed his cock downwards towards the trapped humans and slammed his ass down onto the tower for one final time.

BOOOOOOM!!!!

His cock explodes with a massive volley of cum, obliterating anyone who was unlucky enough to be in the firing line. The next volleys take out most of the other humans in the building and eventually start to fill up the remaining space with the elf’s seed. Finally after about the 15th arc of cum, Gildor removed his hand from his cock and began to stand up, ripping the tower from it’s base in the process, as bits of it began to rain down from his asshole and onto anyone left alive in the cathedral. The chunks of stone made audible splashing noises in the pool of cum until Gildor began to stomp on the outer walls, effectively releasing the pool of cum into the surrounding neighborhoods and streets.

Grabbing his sarong he threw it over his buffed out shoulder, letting his spent dick sway free as he scanned the horizon. It was from this vantage point he could see out of the mountains and into the great valley below one large human settlement with structures far larger than any he’d seen thus far. Gildor then strode off in search of more humans to humiliate and control. Anyone left alive in the mountain village was treated to a goodbye view of Gildor’s firm asscheeks quaking and jiggling with each heavy footfall as he strode away.

To be continued...

Elvish Supremacy by Necluda

Part 1

Part II