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Hilal's Crystal Muscle-cles (Part 3)
🕑 Added 2024-02-08 17:06:15 +0000 UTC“My Prince,” exclaimed a palace servant, bursting into the bull's personal chambers. “It’s Hilal! He’s… he’s… massive!”
“Hilal,” questioned Eligos, rising to his feet. “He hasn’t been here for months. Not after I threw him out when he refused Utea. That is, my sisters help.”
“Yes my prince,” replied the trembling fox. “We all remember that day when you declared him no longer part of your court but it’s true he's here.”
Eligos motioned towards a window which looked out over a portion of the palace grounds, a garden that his sister and her own attendees would watch over. As he peered out, he saw a number of other servants going here and there in a panic. “What is the meaning of this,” he snorted, pulling back into his chambers. He worked himself past the timid vulpine, blasting out another snort at him. “”Come!”
“Y-Yes Sir!” The fox did as ordered, scurrying close behind.
“How can one bat be the cause of so much commotion,” Eligos grumbled, watching as more servants ignored their bovine royal. That is until he grew too vex and caught one of them by the shoulder. “Why the hurry? Don’t you see your prince?”
The tiger tried to squirm out of the grip until he noticed who had stopped him. “M-M-My Prince,” he stammered, darting his head around. “It’s H-H-Hilal! He’s…”
The fox peered from behind the broadbacked bull which set the others mind at ease. “Oh… s-so you know…”
“Eligos could only tilt his head in confusion. “Know? Know what? That he’s massive? What am I!? Punny?”
The feline paused to gulp, as if to keep himself from answerting.
“Well,” came the prince, leaning himself closer.
“N-No! Y-You’re not b-but… Hilal… is the sight to see and…”
“And?”
The feline tilted his own head back to the fox who had slipped once more behind his prince.
A-And… he’s eating us…”
That caught him by surprise, releasing the tiger who took the newfound opportunity to flee. He stood there in disbelief to hear of such an act coming from his former friend or was it by this point. He had seen the Hilal he used to know fade away before he banished him, especially that day when he witnessed first hand how much of him had changed. He shook his head clear of those troubling thoughts. “No. It can’t be true,” he once more headed down the corridor until it led him out into the courtyard.
When he entered the space, he heard cries and screams for mercy and while he canvassed the area, his vision indeed caught hold of a massive blue figure. His speed halted only for a moment til it picked back into a slow walk. “Hilal,” he called out, only to catch Saros, from the corner of his eye. His army general trying to hold back some of his men. “Saros! What is the meaning of this?”
The pink crystal horned caribou turned to greet the voice of his prince with a grimace smile of his own. “I went to find him and brought him back.”
“You what!?” Eligos turned back to look upon the hulking version of the bat he once knew. That sprawling backside could rival that of his own palace doors.
When Hilal lumbered himself to the side, reaching for another to grasp. That sweeping arm was that of a stone pillar, sporting a bicep bigger than his own head. He easily was able to snatch up anyone within his vicinity thanks to the added increase of height. No longer did the short stack title fit him for he had stretched upward now standing a few inches taller than the prince who was above nine feet. As he hoisted a couple of servants towards his mouth, those giant bloated pecs inflated fuller as he took a deep breath. His abs were hard as the chiseled stone even if they were being pushed outward by the late morning feast.
“Saros! What is the meaning of this!?”
“More,” came the husky tone of the bat. “Bigger. Protein. Meat. More.”
“Yes that’s right,” followed an audible voice. One that was no longer locked within the bats own psyche.
“That’s why,” replied Saros, having quelled his men and made his way to his prince. “I knew something must have taken hold of him.”
As the caribou met up with the bovine, the pair caught the attention of the muscle glutton bat. He shifted himself fully to the front, with legs that would shame any of the ancient trees with their insanely packed quads which propped up his well-endowed manhood which throbbed, oozing out its pre. Those boulderous triceps flared his arms outward to only display his mountainous shoulders that pushed back onto his swollen neck of beef. A heavy sigh released out of him, letting those chest mounds deflate slightly but still blocking the majority of his chin and lower face. He arched his head up as best he could, stuffing the servants down his mouth and having them sink into his stomach. When they did, his middle rounded out even bigger, and he gave out a euphoric gasp. “Fuuuuuuuuuck….”
Eligos as he stared at the beast, still couldn’t bring himself to believe this was Hilal. The bat who thought it rude to excuse yourself without a simple gesture of doing so. Yet, here he or some version of him now morphed into this behemoth of greed and hedonistic urges.
“We need to get the crystal away from him,” said Saros.
“Yeah? How do we do that?”
In the short span of Hilala consuming those servants his body pulsed and flexed, until it started to surge in both girth and height. He gave out a bellowed moan, feeling his dick go semi-hard as more of his spunk globbed on the grounds. “More. More. MORE!”
“More,” came the voice, louder this time. “Consume them all. Make them your new body and take the throne!”
As the voice spoke, it started to sound familiar to the prince. “Wait? I-Is that Galnir?”
“Galnir,” responded the caribou. “You mean the one mage your father banished around the time of his ascension?”
“That very one.” Eligos stepped towards the giant Hilal who had taken on another two feet of height. “Galnir! Is that you?”
Hilal only moaned to the call, as he tried to reach for any part of himself but had fully become too wide and dense to have any proper mobility. That being said, the voice grew quiet.
The prince smirked, at the silence. “So it is you. I wonder how you came to be in that crystal cause my father only banished you.”
“Silence,” spoke the voice. “I will have this throne and your family will rue the day you cast me out.”
Eligos, ignoring the threat, pulled out a small black stone with a marking on it. “Will see about that. Now release my friend.” He raised his arm, throwing the stone on to the ground as it broke. When it did, a swirl of blackness came from it as it whipped around Hilal like a thick rope until it entered inside his nostrils and mouth. A horrid scream sounded out of him and continued until it was pulled out of his mouth. There, within the blackness was the crystal and the voice echoing inside.
“Release me! Release me!” It hung within the black vapors, that is until the stone began to disintegrate. “No. No. No! NO!” That was the last of Galnir that was to be heard.
In the moment he was pulled out of Hilal, the gigantic bat toppled onto his back with a quaking thud, causing tremor cracks to open up all around him.
“Hilal,” called Saros, rushing over. When he reached the others head, all he could hear was loud snoring, mixed with some mumbles about growing bigger which brought a chuckle out of him. “I think he’s safe.”
“Well good but now I must find a use for such a titan.”
As he made his way over to Saros, most of the servants had settled down, knowing the monster was subdued. That didn’t stop some from calling for justice and punishment towards him and Saros for bringing it upon them.
