Demon for a Day - Part II (Patron Reward) (Patreon)

[The following is a reward for a patron. Thank you so much for your support!

The following story features a patron's OC in an original fantasy universe. It features a giant male fairy beginning at ~hundreds of feet tall, before growing into ~thousands of feet tall and even bigger. Contains themes of magical compulsion/"hypnotism"; shared senses between two people; feet, legs, ass, hands; sweat/sticking to skin; crush/violence/destruction; dick/cum/masturbation; absorption; vore/anal vore; burping.]

Crowds fled far and fast from his arrival, in any direction and with any means they could manage. They took flight with brooms or teleported elsewhere, but only those with both the experience and mettle to cast such spells; the Academy’s underclassmen were left grounded in the courtyards, dashing across the fields and walkways as the world rumbled. They rushed indoors and hurried to take shelter, but no matter where they hid, they perpetually heard the meaty thunder of footsteps storming the campus outside. Even those that had witnessed his image were still plagued with doubt that such a terror was truly upon them: a demon of gigantic proportions, reeking havoc on the Academy with nothing but his naked body. The windows were packed with faces that observed his momentous movements outside, wary of what the invader would first find interest in now that he had invaded their beloved school.

And there was much for Canaan to be fascinated by, his eyes sparkling as he scanned the courtyards at his feet. Winding walkways and steep staircases suggested the routes students would take everyday to class, but those paths were now clustered with crowds that pushed and shoved one another to make distance. So easily could he catch up to any group he decided upon, proving as much when he tip-toed to a jammed road. Dozens of students had rushed a gateway to another courtyard, only to become slow targets to be pinpointed. Many dispersed back the way they came, but just as many were victim to the cannon-like attack of a cruel stomp – so harsh and heavy that it cratered deep into the ground. When Canaan withdrew his foot and saw the emptiness beneath it, he shivered with delight, as if stroked on the back, encouraged to do exactly that.

High above his rampage, the source of his deviousness swirled in the air, a string of laughter unheard at her high altitude. Nova’s pleasure was sung aloud from her broom, diving and spinning to shed off her excess energy, that arousal that had erupted within her. Remembering that momentous orgasm had her clenching the tip of her broom and drooling; nothing could quite replicate that unique sensation, that of her bond with Canaan granting her the feeling of a cock. It was a peculiar addition, made even more wild when it had been used to devour the crabby Councilmage Avyxus. Addicted to that perverse power, her fantasies trickled into Canaan, orienting his attention towards his package and how to please it.

“... Huh? Already…?” Canaan grumbled, his face made pink as he glared down at his erection. It throbbed with desire, seemingly restored and refilled; when he massaged it once with his thumb, he noted the precum on his fingertips, a hint of what was to come. Though unusual for him to be aroused again so quickly, Canaan found the situation exciting, as much as those beneath him were terrified by what his boner forewarned. Their eyes cast onto his member struck him like ticklish touches; “It’s so much bigger than all of you… Heh, I wonder how much bigger it is~”

Encouraged to entertain his cock, Canaan crouched into position, choosing a plaza with a round fountain to select his playthings from. Mages scattered in all directions, but his loom oversaw any paths of escape. He picked out targets with his fingers and then abducted them effortlessly, catching them in the stickiness of his precum and sweat. They dotted the length of his fingers like tiny seeds, struggling to break free from the viscous layer as they were drawn up to Canaan’s eyes. They were admired only once before being taken to their purpose: he had these unfortunate mages then stamped across his genitals, turned into living accessories that squirmed erratically against his flesh — exactly as he wanted. Canaan strategically stuck his victims in sensitive locations, tucking them behind folds of skin or keeping them strapped to his shaft, regardless if some dropped out of position or slid down his thighs.

When the area was depleted of tinies to take, Canaan groggily crawled elsewhere, kicking off with a footstep that demolished the fountain in a splash of destruction. He carved a path to one of the castle walls of the Academy’s main building, peering over its ledge while on all-fours to see what the other side promised. His curiosity was met with screams of horror; opposite of the wall was a market street that students and faculty alike utilized for routine shopping, packed with people that were trying to evacuate. They crammed into shops and hid in alleyways, but as the tremors of his movements reached even the cores of these places, it was feared there was no refuge from the demonic threat.

Canaan hungrily reached over the wall and scooped an amount of mages from the street closest to him. Some slipped between his fingers, others used magic to vanish or fly, but brought to his face was a fine sample of little lives, all bumbled and confused as they navigated the creases of his palm. Before these captives could consider risking the jump, their fates were decided for them, revealed by the stretch of his tongue appearing from his lips. The pink muscle began from one corner of the hand to the next, licking the entirety in one wet stroke. Canaan hummed as he felt bodies pile up against his tongue; they desperately retreated to the farthest point of the hand, but at that dead-end, they could only submit to his appetite.

It was an opportunity for others to escape, but it was made meaningless when Canaan lifted himself to full height, his smile signaling his intent to scale over the wall. It was hardly a feat to him, one foot launching over the wall and planting down in the middle of the market street. Onlookers saw the giant straddle the wall under his crotch, their elegant defenses belittled to a fence that would crumble under his weight – almost as much happened when he brought over his other leg, his heel smashing into the ramparts and causing it to crumble. Canaan never noticed the damage, far too enthused with the plentiful mages that scurried through the streets, eager to catch up with those that had hurried away.

Though the streets had been designed for wide flows of students traveling across campus, the paths were not so generous for the massive man. Within an intersection, Canaan had just enough room to put both his feet, his hips angled to fit the space; an assortment of buildings around him were only waist-high, but tall enough to limit him to sidling between them. He did as much, squeezing his slender build up through a busy road, careless of whatever had to be crushed to allow him passage – merchant stalls, supply wagons, and unsuspecting students were flattened underfoot, only ever acknowledged by Canaan as an itchiness on his toes.

The narrow passage eventually widened as it approached a plaza, but before Canaan would be upon those gardens and gazebos, his path forward was blocked by a bridge that connected two towers high above the road. His hips nearly collided with the structure with the power to blow it out, his attention having been pointed down into the streets and windows at the time; when he noticed the bridge at the last second, he paused from surprise, sparing the mages that had been madly crossing from end to the other. Canaan turned to face them forwardly, a respect that proved to be an attack on the people as his erection swept above their distraught expressions, swinging overhead like a siege weapon. Mages fled from the bridge if they could, but many collapsed and cowered, shielding themselves from Canaan’s person-speckled cock – the horror that was victims globbed to his genitals, writhing pathetically where they had been pressed.

Canaan hesitated, or at least it appeared he did, when in truth it was Nova’s shivers of excitement that had her slow her demon to a still. Through his eyes, the witch enjoyed having hundreds of classmates positioned where she felt proudest of her Puppet, as though the architecture had been developed for that exact moment. Nova laughed haughtily in the sky, fingers crawling around the waistline of her robe, feeling for what she did not have, but could cherish vicariously through Canaan. Impulse quickly spilled into the fairy’s mind, whether Nova intended to or not; Canaan flashed a smug smile, pushing his hips forward to accentuate his member’s length. It made for an obvious comparison, the extent of the bridge versus the giant’s dick, and such a thought tickled Nova into a perverse decision.

“Execute them~” Nova chimed, biting and licking her lips. “Use your p-penis… Make them die to it…~”

The command was happily unquestioned and followed. Canaan hid his arms behind his back, challenging himself to use only his erection for the task, to assure the mages would be truly humiliated. His grin turned mischievous as he angled himself to begin, bringing his dick above one end of the bridge – and then crashing down into it. Boom! It timbered onto the bridge with a heavy, meaty thud, cracking the stone of the road and disappearing the victims that were caught under it. With the shaft landed there, the path was blocked, and so the remaining mages pivoted around and stampeded for the other exit – the exact game Nova had desired. Canaan chuckled restlessly as he turned from side to the other, dragging his dick across the bridge in a total bulldoze of destruction that chased after the mages. He heard their screams pitch up as they all realized how quickly his cock would be upon them, and subsequently did he feel their bodies be smothered underneath it, a long list of victims that were a tantalizing texture for his dick to tread over.

“Nnh… Heh… Too much for all of you?” Canaan muttered, proudly looking over his results. The bridge had been scraped clean of features, its railings and lanterns and benches turned into debris that largely stuck to the pulverizing shaft, and the floor itself had been cobbled and cracked. Yet some crafty mages survived, having used defensive magic to barrier themselves under the attack; the few of them remained helpless under Canaan’s lust, surviving just so they could be played with again. “Okay! Now, can you deal with this…?”

His hips drew back, the only hint of what was to happen. The mages scattered and tried to flee, but it only took a second for his crotch to come rocketing back at the bridge – and completely through it. Krrkrrassshh! Like a supersized battering ram, Canaan’s cock blasted into the center of the bridge, instantly turning artistic construction and masonry into splintered stones that hailed dangerously into the crowds below. Canaan’s laugh was the only thing louder than that crash, a riot of harsh noise that crept through the smokey destruction and into the college plaza. He was encouraged to lead forward with his package posed proudly – carrying with him some stragglers from the bridge – boasting that which Nova delighted in utilizing to demolish the Academy.

“Hah! None of you stand a chance~ It’s too easy~” Canaan paraded into the plaza with that mockery being stated, a point that was proven constantly wherever he traveled. Always at his ankles and knees was a flurry of magical splashes and effects, the impacts of spells being cast by the little mages at the invader, but never succeeding in harming or slowing him. Senior students and teachers would join powers, yet fail nonetheless to penetrate his innate absorption of magic. As Canaan stomped and settled in the gardens, he wondered if there was any spellcasting in this world that could phase him, unaware of what was quietly taking aim at him from his flanks.

Outside of the giant’s notice, professors took position for a counterattack atop the castle ramparts that surrounded the plaza. The shorter outerwall and the taller innerwall were equipped with anti-siege sentries – magical contraptions that amplified certain spells through its enchanted lens, each powered by a large amethyst. The scopes of these weapons took target at the demon as he sat on his knees, bombarding the gardens below with violent touches. In synchronized order, the professors raised their wands, then unleashed their spells through the lenses. Strings of fire were transformed into blazing meteors by the sentries, the attacks launching fast at their foe that had only just blinked in recognition.

“Guh–!” Canaan winced, tensing his naked body in anticipation of the incoming counterattack — the mighty fires scaled to him like erratic sparks. The direct hits were flashier than they were effective; Canaan quickly learned as much, lowering his guard after the first wave of spells washed over him like hot water, his only aversion to the heat being a matter of comfort. Indeed, he soon saw the humor in how miserable these empowered spells were compared to him; “Ah, you almost had me worried… Aww, are these supposed to be your best attacks? How cool…! Even if they are really tiny~”

Inspired and excited, Canaan shimmied on his knees in front of the shorter wall of sentries, placing himself directly in front of them with his chest huffed up and his hands balled on his hips. Even when stooped low on the ground, he towered above these mages, who brazenly took the challenge that he imposed upon them; by the direction of a commander mage, they unleashed another wave of magical flames, only for their attacks to wash off his skin. Canaan giggled and stroked where the fires whipped at him, massaging the heat against the bits of stony debris that had gotten stuck to his sweat – he was using their empowered magics like a shower, including aiming his armpit into a beam of their spells.

Desperate for any better of a result, the commander mage barked a new order. While Canaan had his head turned and arm raised, the sentires changed to offensive ice magic, hurling heavy chunks of frost and snow into the armpit of their enemy. Though the attacks broke against him just the same, the shift in temperature at least earned a shocked response as Canaan clapped his arm down and shivered from the sudden cold, shielding himself from their continued attacks. The sentries hoped they could now change the tides of the fight, but the fairy’s glare was soon upon them, ready to retaliate.

“How annoying…!” Canaan whined. “If you’re not going to do what I want, then get out of my way.” Bothered by how the tinies had tricked him, he reacted swift and stern, grazing the top of the wall with the back of his hand; one at a time, the sentries were smacked down and discharged, their amethysts tumbling down into the plaza and shattering apart. The mages behind the contraptions were left leaping out of the way and fumbling around the ramparts, rushing to take refuge from the fairy’s anger. He had a particular punishment in mind for these foes, and so he greedily sealed their escape routes and began piling them into his hand, looming above the wall as though it were a toy chest he were digging deep into. “You think you’re so smart~” he chuckled teasingly over his handful of captives, “but I think you all ought to learn an important lesson…”

Gracelessly, Canaan took his captives down to his cock and balls. He felt the electric kick of disgust itch his fingers and palm, but before any could slip out of his grasp, they were smothered into his genitals, smashing them first into his cushiony sack and then dragging his hand up and around his dick, regardless of how many were caught in the stronger stickiness of precum and crotch sweat. A few more strokes of his hand over his balls and Canaan had his package adequately covered with dots of squirming spellcasters; the cloaked figures were helplessly stuck in wrinkles and crevices, victim to whatever way the testicles bounced and bobbed. The few that could still conjure magic were only capable of tickling their tormentor as he admired his collection, posing his hips above the castle wall so that all the others could bear witness as well.

“Hahaa~ Impressive, huh?” Canaan panted, itching with chills as he felt the activity scrambling around his member. He took keen notice of a dribble of precum, its trail bound to collide with a string of tinies and drag them down his shaft. The bunch of them were then glamorously peeled off his dick, them and the droplet stolen by the edge of a fingernail and lifted up into his gaze. “Wow… Gross…” he muttered about the mages, nonetheless deciding to squish the glob between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it around in a trance. Canaan leaned on the castle wall, resting his elbows along the relatively narrow platform and relaxing his rear by arcing it behind him; for the meantime, he was compelled to play with just those few specks, unknowingly allowing his temptress Nova to savor the moment.

Meanwhile, as dozens of students fled under Canaan’s bridge-like body within the plaza grounds, another effort was being organized by the Academy’s defense force. From the upper wall behind the giant, the line of sentries all took aim at a precise point and awaited the order to cast. On command, the mages launched their attack, manifesting electric magic that the enhancing lenses amplified into bolts of lighting. The sheer power cracked wickedly, a series of sharp bangs that startled the students below, suggesting it was a ferocious combined attack – against the unmissable target that was the fairy’s asshole.

Canaan instantly hopped where he was knelt when singed by the electrical blast. “Yowch!! Hey!!” he cried out, jostled forward into the castle wall that was gradually bending under his weight. The structure was barely spared when he lifted off of it, trying to stand up  while his ass was under attack; though the organized effort had a strong effect, it only managed to make Canaan uncomfortable – and slightly embarrassed. “Come on… Not cool…” he complained, yet was slow to move aside when he had the chance. Indeed, beneath his flushed color was a yearning for that invasive sensation, a desire driven by Nova. She rode her broom with her ass raised up-right, embracing the empathetic connection of Canaan’s experience; she thrived knowing that such powerful magic was repurposed as a sex toy, that elite mages were wasting their energy to get her and her Puppet off.

But Canaan had his limits, unfond of playing a submissive role. Much like the sentries he had wiped out just earlier, he intended to devastate those that attack his ass, deciding to humiliate them with that exact asset. In between their castings of spells, Canaan shifted towards the higher ramparts on his hands and knees, presenting his butt insultingly close. The plump cheeks were wide and heavy, meeting the sentries like a defensive wall of its own; a giggle-caused shake threatened to have that weight collapse on them, but Canaan was biding his time, straining his neck to peer backwards and see how distraught the guards had to be. A messy series of attacks were cast against the ass, but their momentum was no more, their spells harmlessly sizzling against that wave of skin.

The sentries scattered in disarray, but the giant’s counterattack was thrust upon them in an instant. “My turn~” Canaan cheered as he rushed his butt into the ramparts, throwing his whole weight into the attempt to dishelve the Academy’s defenses. He did more than just bombard the sentries as his rear continued crashing right through the wall, breaching the barrier better than any siege weapon could. Elite mages relied on magic to vanish away or take flight, but the collapse was chaotic and sudden, catching several mages sooner than they could respond. More than just the sentries, Canaan’s playful butt-strike proceeded into the building past the wall, breaking down the walls and windows into the generously-spaced Academy dining hall. The multiple floors were packed with students seeking refuge from the troubles outside, and though they feared the tremors that leaked in, no one had suspected that the rampage would flood into their shelter. As it were, however, Canaan’s ass erupted into the hall, having well-overestimated the force needed to throw himself backwards; he was surprised himself as he fell inside, his hugeness cratering into the center where students rapidly cleared away from. Hanging chandeliers broke and fell onto communal tables, and support beams snapped as giant limbs swung around, tarnishing the noble tranquility of the dining hall and spurring its students into a frenzy.

“Oof… So fragile…” Canaan complained as he craned forward from the haze of debris that surrounded his arrival. He found his body intercepting the entire width of the hall, from where his ass had made his entrance, across to the opposite wall where his head had landed. With one eye open, he spied around him at the craze of students – some crowding the exits, others casting spells fruitlessly at his body – but beyond just those he saw, he felt more trapped beneath him, an itchy amount of students squirming madly against the skin of his back, with just as many stumbling on his front. In a laugh, Canaan curled forward more and reached behind himself, peeling off a few feeble students stuck to his sweat. “Heh… How pesky~” he said of them before flicking them aside, as if they were specks of dirt to be removed. He dismissed the stragglers on his chest about the same, swiping them down his torso so that if they were going to be stuck anywhere, they would be stuck to his lap.

Canaan was then eager to turn his attention to everyone and everything else, scanning the surroundings he had tripped backwards into. He saw scrambling students rushing along the balcony levels of the dining hall, dashing at a height level with his eyes; more interesting to him were the tables of food around his butt, but after lifting one such table and examining it, he was disappointed by how tiny the feasts were to him. Nonetheless did he slide the contents – food and silverware alike – directly into his mouth to be swallowed, at least able to enjoy the aroma of flavor. Having teased his own appetite, however, Canaan licked his lips and looked at all the mages scurrying around him, a gaze that onlookers immediately identified as hunger.

But when his hand hovered close to a huddle of students, his wrist suddenly became bound – grabbed by a chain that shackled his arm to the dining room floor. Unable to move any farther, Canaan’s reach had been stopped; when he went to pull forward his other arm, it too was caught in a similar trap. The fairy stuttered as he pulled up on the chains, learning that the metal was stronger than he expected – they had been materialized from magic and scaled to his size, a feat that Nova knew could only be demonstrated by a master of construction magic.

“So another Councilmage dares show herself,” Nova scoffed amusedly, glancing down at the situation through her own eyes. From so high up, her Puppet could be easily located, crashed comically into the dining hall – but who she sought was Councilmage Archell, the mage responsible for holding him down. If she were casting such strong magic, Archell then had to be somewhere with a sightline of the situation. “It would be unlike her to hide,” Nova ascertained. “It can’t be helped. My Puppet will simply have to clear out everything, eh-heh…”

With that whim shared onto her demon, Canaan’s expression of concern hardened into anger. Taking the restraints seriously, he shifted in his seat and tugged his wrist hard up from the ground, powering through its strictness until– clang! A link in the middle broke, and so the rest of the shackles dematerialized, freeing his right arm so it could assist the left. Another tug– clang! And Canaan was thus free to find the mage responsible, turning to the most crowded half of the hall and approaching them on his hands and knees.

Mercilessly, Canaan’s hand dove into the thick of students, his fingers spread apart for a net-like effect that captured many between them. The cluster of people were turned by his fist and brought right under his stare, each of them given a quick scan to be determined if they were a master mage or not. The handful was hastily thrown under him when the Councilmage was not found among them, left to dodge the smashing of his knees as he crawled onward to grab another bunch of students.

“Hrmm… Not any of these, either…” Canaan grumbled as the last of the mages leaked outside. “Not fair… They have to be around here somewhere!” Inheriting Nova’s determination, it became all he could focus on. He rose where he was, deciding to stand and take a clear look around for the Councilmage; when he met the dining hall ceiling, he insisted through it, uncurling to his full height as debris of the roof trickled down his titan body. He stepped out of the wreckage and into a courtyard, expanding his reckless search to the rest of the campus. Canaan lurked over rooftops and in between spires; “You can’t hide forever… Might as well show yourself and make it fun~”

“Now~ that is a tempting offer,” a voice giggled hauntingly in response to Canaan’s murmuring. Unlike any of the little squeaks of terror heard until then, this voice was heard clearly and specifically, earning the giant’s attention – though where he looked, he could not find whoever spoke to him. “After all, I quite like fun! And you seem to offer plenty of it, Demon~ How about we play a bit, hmm…?”

The captivating, song-like speech lured Canaan away from where the masses swarmed at gates and intersections, drawing the danger that he was into courtyards and intersections that had already been evacuated. He was easily distracted with finding the Coucilmage that taunted him, pressed by Nova’s emotions to locate her – but Nova herself was thinking ahead while her Puppet searched, realizing right away that they were becoming involved with a game. That was the strategy Councilmage Rucia was infamous for, a clever and cunning illusionist master; though Canaan was tricked by her magic, Nova had expected as much, well aware of Rucia’s capabilities to alter both sights and sounds.

Canaan turned in a circle several times as he followed Rucia’s giggles, always hearing that mocking rhythm from somewhere just out of sight. It had a dizzying effect on the giant, but just before he would give up and return to reckless enjoyment, he noticed a colorful figure atop the roof of a spire, posed whimsically beside a flagpole that she held onto for support. It was a woman in mismatched attire: one long sleeve while the other was shoulder-short, a slant-cut dress that revealed differently colored leggings, a mix of accessories, and an elaborate fashion of bright-orange hair. Though as small as any other mage Canaan had come across, her smile sparkled enough to be noticed, a smug expression that could only belong to a confident Councilmage.

“Hoho~ What a mean look in those big, brown eyes!” Rucia laughed, spinning around the flagpole in a dance of amusement. She remarked on Canaan’s expression, contorted into a glare once having discovered the colorfully-dressed woman; the giant rumbled closer to her and her spire, but Rucia was unshaken on the rooftop. “You shouldn’t be so mad at me~ I’m not the one putting you in chains! That would be the work of my friend, Councilmage Archell~ but, where could she be casting magic from? I bet looking for her would be a lot of fun, hehe…”

Canaan acted on his own arrogance, springing a hand forward with an attempt at stealing the entire top of the spire that the foe appeared atop. However, while his hand was in motion, it was suddenly jerked to a stop – another restraint had magically manifested, a chain that took his wrist and pulled back. The fairy whined and broke free in the next second, but in that time, Rucia had bounced away, landing atop the ledge of a farther tower. Thus was the tactics of the two mages, masters of construction and illusion magic, their abilities combined to draw the demon away from crowds and to where they wanted him. Despite Nova recognizing the trap designed for her Puppet, Canaan was driven by her emotions, not her intellect; he lumbered loudly after Rucia, carelessly chasing her into the dormitory courtyard in a commitment to catch her.

“Ugh… So annoying…” Canaan complained, eager to have the nuisance under control. Rather than just grab at Rucia, he attacked with a swat of his hand, striking into the brick wall of an Academy building with enough force to break through it. Plumes of dust blew out into the air, but when it passed, it proved to have been an illusion – a snide laugh pointed Canaan to a bridge down at his knees, where Rucia humored his efforts unharmed. “Hey! Quit it…!” he growled, lifting a foot threateningly for a stomp, yet Rucia was not compelled to move. Canaan blinked and glanced elsewhere in the courtyard, understanding that there were many illusions of Rucia all around him, prodding his patience with teases and giggles. All the same did Canaan continue with a frustrated footfall, quickly collapsing the bridge underfoot where that illusion then disappeared from – that was, at least, one less illusion to be confused by.

However, the second phase of the Councilmage’s strategy was then sprung, now that the invader of the Academy was surrounded in a hexagon-shaped field. Archell’s construction magic, though still performed from somewhere unknown, was cast in order to launch cage-like walls of iron high into the air, created to a scale extreme enough to surpass Canaan’s tallness. More than just corralling the titan into that courtyard, the tops of the walls were armed with sentries at each corner where mages waited for the command. While Canaan was still flustered by the ambush, Rucia happily signaled for the attack: amplified spells of both fire and ice were then shot from the sentries, raining their effects down onto their naked, unmissable target.

“Pfft! Ha-hah!” Canaan laughed, for though he was initially surprised by the rising walls and the magical attacks, he was still too huge for the heat or cold to do more than tickle him. In his amusement, he shivered and spun in the courtyard, deflecting waves of spells with his hands and elbows posed against where they came from. He squinted up at one of the walls where a sentry drilled him with shards of ice, just high enough to be out of reach; “Heh, you guys think you’re safe up there? Hmmm…” Canaan wondered how true that was, deciding then to test the strength of the cage by pushing both palms against a wall. The impact shook the sentry above him out of commission, proving to the fairy that they could be brought down, and thus he steadied his feet in the courtyard before making a bigger effort. The metal rattled and whined, soon joined by the cries and calls of the mages at the top as they desperately focused more power through the sentries, but with another surge of strength, the wall snapped from its corners and began to fall aside. Canaan tensed up expecting a boom from where the structure was to fall in the Academy, but midway down did the material evaporate into motes of light, de-manifesting before it could hit the ground – a disappointment, but Canaan was still pleased to have an opening out of the cage, free to frolic through the campus again.

But after putting one foot over the courtyard wall towards escape, a new spell was cast onto Canaan, catching him off-guard with effects he had not yet witnessed. His eyes had been set on towers ahead of him that Councilmage Archell could be hiding within, but his vision was suddenly blurred by a luminescent mist that appeared specifically around his head. Shimmering colors of green and yellow swirled sickeningly in any angle his frazzled expression turned to, regardless of how he tried swiping at the illusory cloud to make it dissipate. After a few blind steps, Canaan was dizzy without direction, his feet feeling out the environment below – crushing flat the features of the Academy found beneath them, his mayhem continuing even as Councilmages restrained him.

“Guh, what is this…? Are you just trying to make me mad…?” Canaan groaned, staggering about through pathways between buildings. He flinched when he bumped against walls and rooftops, using his hands to touch and sense where he could go – what he would do there, he was not sure, not while the illusionary effect followed him. He huffed, “Whatever– it’s not like I have to see what I’m doing…” So in a burst of impatience, Canaan kicked his foot out into where he had detected a wall, plowing through the barrier in a forceful step that was carved wider by his leg, then his hips as he decided to power his way forward. He had no clear concept that it was multiple halls of dorms that he had torn into, lists of similarly square-shaped rooms being broken and smashed together, unaware of the desks and beds and other items of daily lives that were then stamped into his skin. Yet, he distinctly noticed a lack of reaction, no horrified shouts or spells being cast; Canaan’s hands ran along the wreckage, but there were not any mages to be found, having already been evacuated to another area.

“Aww, you seem so very lost~” Rucia giggled, trailing Canaan from ramparts that looked over the dorms. She watched the giant turn around in search of her, or of anyone, but her spell persisted and kept him confused as he rummaged through the ruins. She grinned wide behind a curled finger, enthused with how she manipulated such a tremendous creature capable of so much damage. “I could almost pity you,” she cooed, “but you’re causing too much trouble. Lay your head down and let the Councilmages guide you back home, Demon~”

Appearing then at Canaan’s feet was a hook created out of the pavement from the street beneath him, precisely shaped to snag his ankle and make him misstep. Blinded by the mist, he immediately lost his sense of balance and began to tip over, his other foot stomping hard and haphazardly in an attempt to catch himself. A great tremor was made by that effort, but an even greater one was bound to follow – across campus were paled faces with bated breaths, watching the winged giant stumble, flail, and then drop to the ground. All grounded-portions of the Academy were shaken by the wave of force his impact made, an explosion of structures being flattened beneath his impossible weight as the terrain was reshaped around him in an event worthy of the attention it received. While the curtains of smoke and dust settled, the rumors were fast to spread around the students and staff, that the titanic terror that had suddenly attacked their school was finally subdued, a feat credited to their Councilmages, Archell and Rucia.

Though fallen, Canaan was not quite defeated, as Rucia learned for herself as she followed the ramparts to where they approached him. Walls and floors continued to break apart as the giant shifted dizzily in the mess, groaning as he tried to curl up and regather his bearings. In that sightless stupor on the ground, he was vulnerable to the subsequent stage of his capture: before he could writhe out from the ruins, shackles and chains appeared all around him, latching onto his limbs and neck so that he was bound to the crater he had made. Canaan gasped and complained, struggling to make sense of how he was entangled without the ability to see the chains himself, but within seconds, the clutches of magic metal were all over him, limiting his movements to mere shakes of resistance while Rucia casually drew near.

“Hoh-hoh…! Look at you now~! Stuck on your back like a dumb turtle, hehe~” Rucia teased, maintaining grace and balance as she walked through the rhythm of tremors caused by Canaan. Displaying unnatural lightness, she hopped from the railing of the ramparts over to a nearby knee, claiming a place on the giant himself that provided a full view of his hugeness; like a vista, she surveyed the shape of his nudity, scoping every detail from his clouded head down to his stubborn erection. Rucia’s grin sharpened as she gradually followed up the leg, walking along a path of squishy flesh that was dotted and smeared by various debris. “You’ve made quite a mess of our proud Academy. Perhaps we should defile you in return? Hoho~”

Canaan squirmed in frustration, trying to shiver aside the Councilmage that was upon his knee, but she just as easily maintained her position mid-air, floating like a feather down the slope of his leg. Traveling down Canaan’s thigh had a tickling effect, turning his grunts of struggling into choked giggles; Rucia provoked the sensation by placing herself close to his crotch, admiring his gigantic package and how it reacted to her in chills. Her head tilted with interest, her nose pointing out the variety of debris embedded into the wrinkles of his balls and strewn across his shaft – of all the Councilmages, only she would find something humorous about the situation, restraining herself from unabashed laughter towards the destruction that dick had caused. Her snideness went as far as to think of the victims thus far as being a consequence of weakness, even believing that had Avyxus not been overconfident, she would not have been defeated so embarrassingly.

“You’ve been a huge problem,” Rucia scoffed, stepping ever closer to the demon’s genitals, carefully advancing along a terrain of squishy skin that shivered under her footsteps. “Aw, I’m sure you didn’t mean it~ You’re much cuter once you’ve been brought down a notch, you know! Ah, the Academy should keep you as a pet~ How about it? Want to be tamed by Councilmage Rucia and Archell?”

Her feet sank into the plushness that surrounded Canaan’s crotch, continuing up to his erect cock as though it were a landmark. She was eventually as its base, entrenched by his musk and cast under its shadow; she glared up at its head, a height that was a dozen-times her own, yet did not daunt her. Once close enough, Rucia lifted a foot and stomped it into the erection, pushing down with all her weight in an effort to make it wobble one way, then another. By doing so, she earned a stutter from the blinded Canaan, having teased his sensitive muscles with the bottom of her boot; another kick caused the beacon-like dick to pulsate with pressure, tempting a dark side within Rucia to abuse the giant more while she had the chance.

But an itch at the nape of her neck had her decline that compulsion, remembering that she was being observed by crowds back behind her. Rucia cast a glance around the ramparts and walls, noting all the faces that leaned close to the scene, those of students and staff that wanted to examine the giant up-close. Rather than spiral into selfish desires, Rucia floated away from his crotch and onto his stomach, twirling into a dance atop the mound of fat as celebration of her victory. The audience that had formed grew louder over time, cheering on the names of their Councilmages in gratitude that the rampaging had been quelled, at least subdued to just the tremors of the demon’s stubborn resistance against the shackles.

Rucia performed a small spectacle of illusory lights and flashes to commemorate the giant’s defeat, showing off her prowess in a bout of bragging – which made her blind to the shifting of the tides around her. Having assumed the demon was tightly pinned and locked down, she trusted Archell’s magic to keep him restrained, regardless of his size, but she had not expected another party to be involved. Though Canaan had been tripped and tangled, his master Nova was still airborne and free, pushed to have to involve herself directly. She yet did so at a distance, hovering high out of sight above her Puppet as she channeled a spell of her own – disruption magic that disabled the constructed chains and shackles, dissolving them from Canaan’s limbs.

It was with that opportunity, like a bolt of lightning, that Canaan struck at Rucia with an open-palmed smack, hitting his belly with a hard clap of noise from where he drummed himself. Though the blur of colors still surrounded his face, he was able to attack her precisely due to the senses he shared with Nova, using her sight to know where to slap. As a reward for his accuracy, Canaan was relieved of that dizzying spell, allowed to see his own surroundings as he contorted atop mounds of rubble. He curled up, bits of ruins cascading down his back from his shoulders, while his fingers closed around the tiny Councilmage’s body and sealed her into a fist from off his stomach, restricting her ability to cast additional spells. While unsettling from his crater, he found it fun to feel the woman panicking in his grasp, detecting the small pulses of her feverish efforts to escape; she tried kicking the skin, twisting and thrusting, slipping her own hands between the digits, but Rucia was hopelessly trapped in the sweaty confines without the space or balance to save herself.

Canaan peeked into a small opening of his fist, but it was Nova that was most thrilled to see the Councilmage caught in the coils of fingers. She laughed at that image as she floated higher away on her broom, returning to that safe altitude from where she could continue to observe at her own leisure. Through her Puppet, she sensed Rucia struggling to be let free – a remarkably adept mage that was stripped of her power and pride. No longer was the illusionist playful and clever, instead begging to be released; Nova guffawed at such plights, spinning with delight that the despicable teacher had succumbed so low. Yet, even with Rucia subdued and obtained, she had yet to be truly put in her place, an exact location Nova had planned since the encounter.

The devious thoughts subsequently leaked into Canaan, who then grinned messily down onto his handheld captive. In the thick of her efforts, Rucia looked up and fell pale with dread upon looking into that expression, realizing that she was set on a dangerous course out of her control. Canaan then scanned the area of the Academy he had stumbled into, deciding on a primary castle wall that had crowds bumbling tightly at the top. He turned towards those spectators, grinding the rubble beneath his butt into a finer dust as he then dragged himself close to that wall, close enough to put it to use. Canaan reclined onto his winged back, then propped one ankle over the wall, followed by the other; with a few more adjustments, he positioned himself like Nova fantasized, with his naked ass angled upwards at that audience – boldly presented despite the blush that blossomed on his cheeks.

Rucia was thrown into a rage by the glimpses of what she saw from his fist. “Put me down now, foul beast!” she demanded, managing to slip one arm free so that it could be flailed against a giant finger. “Wh-What is the meaning of this?! D-Do you truly have no humility?!?” Canaan did not answer her, instead acting quickly before his fun could be interrupted. Regardless of how Rucia shouted, she was carried into a position between Canaan’s uplifted thighs, near enough for her to smell the odor of his underside; she looked down in distraught, sickened to see a mountain peak of an upside-down body, herself pointed into its dark center. Fingers from his other hand tenderly pinched the fat of one ass cheek so that it was pulled aside, widening the entrance and exposing his sweaty, wrinkled hole. Rucia reeled her head far back, but the demon’s superior will had her descending towards that depth; “Errgh…! Th-This is obscene…! No, th-this can’t be– n-nooo!!”

The restless crowds were nonetheless captivated by the scene, the many mages along the wall peering past the ledge and down to where their Councilmage was descending. They heard her beg up until her voice was muffled, when she was first met with the puckered asshole and its overwhelming pungency; barely able to breathe, she certainly had no air to scream for help as she was plunged past an initial ring of tightness. Canaan’s finger overpowered her cycling legs, pressing down on her ass to insert her deeper inside. Rucia scrambled to loosen herself, sprawling outward with her arms and legs clawing for stray hairs to grab, but with her head submerged, she became blind to her environment, taken into a world of intense humidity and exhausting aromas. Any attempt to free herself only wedged herself deeper into that tunnel, until she was fully pushed within the rectum, beyond the chance to escape.

Canaan’s mischievous laughter soon twisted into moans and whines as his finger swirled around his rim, ushering the speck-sized mage deeper into his body. His persistent boner plainly expressed the sensation, surging with twitch-like movements of pressure building up within; the crowds could see as much, but despite the horror, many found themselves trapped between his feet as they lay hooked over the pathways. Some used magic to whisk themselves and others away from the danger, but those without were stranded along the wall, soon to be involved with the scene themselves. As Canaan’s arousal made him shudder in suspense, his vibrations passed into the Academy structure, weakening its fortifications gradually over time – then, with a tight curl of his feet, he broke the masonry entirely and caused a collapse of stone to spill onto his upside-facing perineum. Mages were caught in that avalanche and fell onto the giant, scattering along his scrotum or bouncing down his ass crack; wherever they landed, they jumped up in disgust, finding themselves atop a trembling platform of flesh, assaulted by shivers that wished for them to be added towards that consuming hole – when they refused, Canaan impulsively forced that fate upon them, scratching his underside delicately so that the unfortunate stragglers were piled towards his anus.

The salted inclusion of additional students and teachers made Nova that much more enthusiastic about the experience. Not only was a proud Councilmage humbled into a functioning sex toy, but so too had a swarm of other mages fallen onto Canaan, all of their squirming and struggling amplifying the fun both him and her were enjoying. She ventured into a trance, wondering on that pitiful perspective while her groin worked up and down the shaft of her broom. Nova reached for her own ass under her robe, sharing in the sensation of a living person wriggling within her, and she exhaled through teeth biting on her lower lip, absorbed into the humiliation she inflicted onto a teacher she personally despised. Rucia was infamous for teasing remarks made towards her own pupils, always acting superior and smug, and so it electrified Nova to finally turn the tables on her, to have her belittled and dehumanized – a true reflection of the karma Rucia deserved, according to Nova.

Though he was assuredly enthralled with his multi-person masturbation, Canaan was particularly aware of another development occurring inside his magical body. Fingertips stroked the skin of his ass, gliding around and over other victims as they danced around the pinging of Rucia’s attempts to escape. It happened unseen, as it had earlier with Councilmage Avyxus: like a digestive process, the magic from Rucia was gradually stolen from her and applied to the demon. The energy rushed up Canaan’s spine, tingling him delightfully with a reward that went beyond sexual pleasure. As a response, his muscles tensed and ruthlessly constricted around Rucia, threatening to squeeze her dry between impossible forces. She strained to pull herself out of that pressure, gripping onto a lump of flesh for leverage – not realizing that what she grappled with was the giant’s prostate, unwittingly buzzing him with a sudden pulse of ecstasy.

“Mmh–! Nnh…” Canaan croaked with tension, twitching and cringing around the invisible staff of pressure built up inside himself. His whole body throbbed, shockwaves of burning emotion that traveled outward and into the castle walls that barely contained him; every shiver made the students piled atop him trickle down his skin, traveling down like the droplets of sweat beside them, some tumbling faster than others. Because of his curled pose, those students that dropped loose down his body fell onto his breathing chest, towards his neck and shoulders, closer to where his whirlwind gasps of air were strong and intimidating. They could only look at his red-colored expression, or turn around to marvel at his twisted, shameless show. Canaan sighed shakily as his finger made another small swirl into his anus, “Th-That’s nice…! C-C’mon…”

As the fairy’s climax roared nearer, the campus-wide rumble of the event spiked in magnitude – a surge of stress due to his expanding size. It began slowly, but soon turned into a pressing problem for all the mages, that the giant was growing even bigger where he masturbated, threatening to outgrow the courtyard and possibly more. Effortlessly, his widening hips and legs plowed down walls and rooftops, and his outstretched elbows speared into the surrounding gates, making space to be claimed by his sweaty back. When he shifted itchily, the earth itself fissured and broke, sinking the castle features into sandy ruins at his sides, the most stalwart structures crunched and pinned beneath stretching skin. Useless magical attacks were flung by desperate spellcasters, effects that sparkled before being smothered by the growing fairy; those that fought back were prone to being swept into his arousal, severed from the other students and lost in the swampy shadows.

A jolt of pleasure, spun by Rucia’s involvement in his rectum, sprung a kick from Canaan’s leg– krraa-aashk! The sharp peak of a tower was bombarded by the heel, its splinters launching out in farther courtyards before the neck of the building was split into by the weight of the limb. The wall that Canaan was curled against creaked from the movement, having slowly succumbed to his grandness, until it could support him no longer– thaa-fooom! Passages and halls were filled with flesh and rubble, the ceilings breaking open onto those that had sought shelter. The aftermath was revealed to sparse survivors when Canaan later turned and lifted one side, exposing the dreadful scenes of destruction – remnants of campus life left flattened and smashed on the ground, or plastered to the giant’s hide like stains.

Only strokes away from release, Canaan found himself pinched with distractions. Dots of small pain stung at his sides, clamping the skin of his arms and legs: he was under attack by shackles of stone, the same magical constructions that hunted him before. Once able to grapple his limbs and pin him down, the most the shackles could do to his enlarged state was bite down on his skin, and only for so long. Chains tried to tether his movements, but Canaan was too huge to be held down, even his most mild motions strong enough to bust out; the most stubborn were flicked away by razing fingers, worthwhile only as a means to annoy the giant – at his least patient moment.

“Gah… Something has to be done…” Canaan griped under his breath, though as big as he was, any comment rumbled well across the fissured campus, heard by the dumbfounded survivors scattered in the mess he had made. He lifted a foot into the air, snapping it loose from a series of chains; “Why do they even still bother…? Pesky…!” His face turned more red the longer he was refused his orgasm, and likewise did Nova burn anxiously, pressed to resolve the problem with Councilmage Archell.

It did not take long to locate the professor, not after Rucia’s illusions dispersed. Because Canaan had drained away her magic, there was nothing to hide Archell’s position, nor her league of elite students that joined their powers with her – they claimed an observatory tower to cast from, that which had been cloaked in convincing invisibility, but was then unveiled. All along the balconies of the building were construction-specialist mages, and conducting them at the highest level was Archell, dressed in symmetrical robes and silver armor, steady-handed in how she channeled her control of the shackles. Her concentration did not waver, even when Canaan’s fiery gaze fell onto her from the other half of the Academy.

From the sky, Nova twitched with laughter. “There she is! Out in the open~” the witch cackled, gasping heatedly with desire. “She was so unforgiving as a teacher…! My Puppet, show her no sympathy…!”

The suggestion instantly pushed Canaan to crawl forward hungrily, lazily cutting through castle walls and the classrooms arranged within them. Spans of land that used to encircle him were becoming leveled into wastelands under his hands and knees, his scale continuing to increase as he traveled across the campus with total disregard to the destruction caused along the way. Mages darted out of his path, but even the speed of their brooms was often too little to save them, unable to avoid the sheer size of that which bulldozed their school on all-fours. In so few strides, Canaan had himself positioned in front of the observatory, sat on his knees so that it was situated between his legs and teasingly close to his cock; his full attention oozed over the spire full of mages, a building that was too easily comparable to his swollen erection as it swung dangerously close.

Hysteria spiked and erupted within the observatory as Archell’s mages broke from order, submitting to the terror of the demon’s perverse rampage before it would inevitably include them. They had been steeled for the prospect of having to combat against a tremendous monster of an opponent, but when the threat grew toweringly big – bigger than the Academy and all its pride – all preparations failed, their confidence evaporating the clearer they could comprehend Canaan’s size. The observatory originally stood taller than the demon threat when it first appeared, but it was then pitifully dwarfed when surrounded by his crotch. Mages took to their brooms and spells to flee, but very few successfully weaved between the fingers of his fist as it circled around the tower, claiming it all as his own; with its dozens of occupants trapped inside, the observatory was uprooted from the campus, its shape collapsing inward, only held together by Canaan’s consideration while lifting it. Rubble drizzled loose from his grip, stragglers fell from the crumbling floors, as the building was brought before his mouth – judged for its quality as a meal.

Archell groaned enduringly, maintaining her magical connections throughout the storm of events. With less and less mages holding their positions and offering their support, the pressure that befell the Councilmage was crippling; she held a stone-like posture, attempting to manipulate enough giant chains to snag the giant and slow him down, but the threat had grown beyond her control. Balance was shaken away from her when the observatory was grabbed and subsequently plucked from the earth, the entire facility roaring into the sky until it stopped just as suddenly – level with the fairy’s lips, where tempting breaths leaked and blew across the broken segments of the building.

Students rushed out of the wreckage, but discovered themselves stranded on a plain of skin if they were able to get outside. The giant brown eyes and their craving glare spelled hopelessness for them all, nowhere to take shelter that would not yet be in the demon’s possession, waiting to be consumed. They were all gravitated to one angle, then another; tilted about under a curious gaze, judged for their quality as nourishment. There was then a moment of stillness, where the noises of distress dimmed temporarily – then roared back into horror as the looming face zoomed closer, swooping into the tower with his tongue stretching out. Students turned and fled, but that pink wall was faster upon them, sweeping into his mouth several floors at a time, breaking through the stone architecture like it were made of toasted bread. With just a single lap, Canaan had caught most of Archell’s elite students, the sparse few survivors netted in the leftover ooze of saliva; after a few curls of his tongue, those contents were crushed into dust and nonchalantly swallowed. Canaan blinked and thought the taste over, before deciding he would, of course, finish the rest in a big bite.

Kkrrrr-aagghk! “Mmmm…! Hmm~” Canaan’s moan was more obnoxious than the cobbling sound of the castle in his mouth and hand, announced loud enough for the wider reaches of the campus to hear. The observatory had been reduced to a small fraction of itself within the fairy’s palm, with only the head’s shape maintained due to Archell’s vigilance. It had been reduced to the size of a coin compared to Canaan, able to be held in just the crumby tips of his fingers, perfectly sized to be tossed tidily on his tongue. Before that, he closely eyed the Councilmage and the two others specks beside her, giggling grimly; unseen to his little captives, his freehand busily stroked his cock again. “Do you have lots of mana to give me, too? Heh-heh~”

Archell strained to make a desperate escape, channeling the remainder of her power into moving the observatory rooftop through levitation. The platform lifted and hovered from the pillar-sized fingers, a feat that was impressive for the mages at her side, but only for so long did they surf through the air away from the giant; his image hardly shrunk before his hand sprawled out all around them, completely capturing them in its fleshy clutches. Warm darkness encapsulated them as the fist dizzily rotated them right back to Canaan’s face, which had only become more wanting in its expression, drooling in anticipation. He looked closely at his victims, as if respecting their attempt at getting away – then, he hurled an insult, burping a pressure out of his throat and directly onto them. It was a cannon blast of noise, striking enough to blow the Councilmage and her cohorts off their feet one final time before being brought to their fate.

“Mm… Mmmm!” Canaan hummed with delight after his mouth closed around the slither of a structure, pleased with how the circular tile retained its shape longer than anything else had. It was the result of Archell’s effort, defensively fortifying the observatory so that it might withstand the turmoil, but she could only delay the inevitable, prolonging the torment she and the other mages endured. Building-sized teeth crunched the rooftop between them, then the serpentine tongue would roll it around to the other cheek, to be sucked and slathered; it slowly dissolved, until all at once, Archell lost concentration and allowed the platform to completely break like it should have. The stone cracked over the tongue and quickly divided into lesser pieces, tossing aside its occupants into pools of saliva. Archell fought atop the writhing muscle, controlling debris and ruins to create small shelters, but each were instantly washed away by the waves of spit Canaan casually commanded. He admired the effort with a rumbling chuckle, “This is pretty fun…!” but after pinpointing the Councilmage with the tip of his tongue against a tooth, he conclusively twitched to devour her, callously leading her to the back of his throat and rinsing everything into the vagueness of his stomach.

As Canaan licked his lips and caressed his belly, so too did Nova roll over and drool from satisfaction. Though an initially strange sensation, she was thrilled to feel the contents of the tower break apart in her own throat, her tongue tickled by what her Puppet pulverized in his mouth. She grabbed at her own throat when Canaan swallowed, nearly choking as she targeted the bead of life that must have been Archell; immediately after finding the Councilmage, Nova lost sense of her, the figment disappearing once dropped into her gut. Levitating on her broom, she twisted in midair and laughed flamboyantly, her only regret being that she was left with an empty stomach, missing out on what her Puppet truly got to enjoy. Stuck with that hunger, Nova anticipated it would not be long before her appetite was shared with Canaan – she closed her eyes and permitted him to rest, for soon their attention would turn towards the other corners of the Academy, that which was consistently shrinking around him.

“Hooo… That didn’t taste so bad…” Canaan remarked, but few mages would hear his comment over the boisterous event of him taking a seat within the dwindling school grounds. The Academy’s facilities rattled, whether they had been ruined by the giant’s romp yet or not, merely as a result of his ass hovering into position, casting a foreboding shadow onto all beneath it. It was a moon dusted with debris that had been stamped into the sweaty skin, trickling like rain onto the target of walls and courtyards, some countless classrooms and labs under roofs that earned only a passing glance. Survivors trudging out from collapsed floors found themselves in the eeriness of imminent doom, looking above at the eclipse of ass, despairing over how ineffective their magic was in saving them. Desperate final maneuvers were tried as the least weary among the mages hurdled spells of fire and ice, but by the time those attacks even reached the thick flesh to be nullified, it was then hurrying towards them, dropping from stillness and rushing down like a meteor – an apocalyptic moment, but Canaan himself yawned as he lazily picked a place to lay and grow larger. While his butt brought an embarrassing end to a long history of magical education, he mumbled through the catastrophe, “Everything is getting so small… I hope this place doesn’t disappear yet~ I could still eat more…!”

An evening breeze drifted into the hollowed Academy, cooling Canaan’s sweaty form as he began to lounge in its direction– but his fairy wings grazed a surface, followed then by his bare back pressing against an unexpected wall. Being as big as he had become, no castle height should have been tall enough to support him, and none was; Canaan looked behind himself to see the shimmering effect of the Dome of Protection. He blinked curiously, having almost forgotten about the barrier after bypassing it before. Only now had it returned as a problem, and an especially pressing one, as his eyes traced the thin light of the dome up and around his body – a complete enclosure that he was on the verge of filling with his growth.

“Hm… I hadn’t really thought about this…” Canaan blatantly admitted. While thinking out dead-ends of what to do, his expanding backside curled tighter against the curve of the dome, causing his head to knock against the glass-like wall. “Gah! Sorry… Errg…” Made uncomfortable by the closing space, he shifted about restlessly in what little room he was losing. His crossed-feet kicked down spires as he reeled in his legs, and his hands nervously touched the ceiling overhead, tracking how limited it was. A surge of expansion strained his neck and he curled more tightly inwards, yet no matter how small Canaan made himself, the sprawling sides of his body continued to push and flatten the crumbled campus as though his mass was consuming the remains. “Wh-What should I do?” he chuckled worriedly, glancing around for answers. He looked between and under his legs to where enduring students crowded for shelter, but they were certainly no help to him, themselves threatened to soon be engulfed by his crotch if nothing changed.

Nova’s bliss was disturbed by that unfolding dilemma, distracted from eroticism when she sensed Canaan’s increasing worry. Her giggling trailed off when she finally opened an eye and turned to look down. Her birds-eye view had an impressive visual of her Puppet’s growth overtaking the majestic architecture of the Academy, that circle of land that he was confined to – she saw how his shoulders and wings squeezed against the Dome of Protection, smudging the surface with sweat as he squirmed and adjusted himself. Even that ongoing predicament was entertaining to her, if only slightly; Nova knew she had to act soon, but there was no spell she could think of that could help. Itchiness ran down her neck and spine, mirroring where Canaan was chilled by the Dome, yet despite that pressure, she could still only watch and wonder what would happen to her demon.

Then, there was a development from the Dome: a crack in its smoothness, spreading outward into a web shape. When Canaan twitched, another fissure formed, connecting the one spot to another – first slowly then quickly, the shimmering surface was strained to the verge of breaking. Never in the school’s history had there been an indication that the Dome of Protection could fail, but no student or staff could deny that it was beginning to unravel, pushed to its magical limits. With three of the four supreme Councilmages subdued, there was less power to uphold it – the very power Canaan had drained from those he consumed. Pieces of glass-like material disintegrated, the Dome’s shape bulging out from where the demon pushed against it; he groaned, positioning himself in an awkward squat for an attempt at standing up and out of the enclosure. He tried once, breathed, then again–

Krrsshh… Krr-Kcrrraaaash!

Nova flinched and shielded her eyes, “Eeep! Wh-What–?!” Squinting into a bright light below, she could eventually comprehend the blow-out scene, realizing that the millions of glistening specks were in fact shards of a shattered Dome of Protection, scattered like a dust of glitter – dispelled in the wake of a wave-like movement of flesh and brown hair. Fairy wings stretched far like mighty sails taking wind, casting aside clouds of the sparkling barrier and making space for his reveal. Nova was in awe all over again at her demon’s size, observing him grow bigger and bigger now that he was freed from that cramped space, allowed to lift himself onto his feet and proudly claim his unabashed height.

More than just Nova gawked at Canaan’s staggering size, as those surviving his presence were baffled at how something so huge could possibly exist. Students and teachers rushed about through ruins as more debris rained onto them, remnants of school life intermixed with the Dome’s shards collapsing from above. It was a hectic environment made even more dangerous when Canaan’s feet moved at any capacity; be it curling toes or sliding heels, the massive fairy was constantly crashing through what few structures remained, passively pulverizing locations he had once been stumbling over to get across. So broad he had become that long segments of the castle could stand in-tact, at least for some amount of time, stranded atop his toes and progressively sifting in between them. All that and more were at risk of being flung away when either foot began to stir, each of his bare soles wide enough to claim a quarter of the campus, its outer walls nearly non-existent to someone so tremendous.

Meanwhile, the moment was refreshingly quiet for Canaan, his head risen into sparse clouds as he made sense of what happened. While dusting off his ass and legs of castle cobble, he curiously peered down at the land below, both amazed at the significant jump in size, as well as disappointed that his playground had diminished into just a patch of scarred earth. He sighed, propping his hands onto his hips, “I guess that’s the end of that– hmm…? Huh, what’s this…”

Canaan blinked when he looked straightforward and saw a place floating in front of his vision – an island floating in the sky, with miniature buildings and features, the whole chunk of world big enough to fit in his arms. He leaned close, but as soon as he could acknowledge the scene as a library buzzing with even more students, he noticed another island nearby, and then found another drifting past his rear. He pivoted slowly, counting a variety of these auxiliary locations of the Mage’s Academy, all of them shelerting a list of lives that had feared the terror booming below. They thought they were safe amongst the clouds, but that gigantic threat was now upon them, dizzyingly huge and brimming with an enthusiasm that seeped dread deep into the buildings that fascinated him.

Of course, just as well did Nova tingle with excitement, her own skin burning with desire as she sensed the smallness of the Academy sky islands around her. Where her groin was once becoming exhausted from stimulation, that latest development electrified her arousal with brand new fantasies to consider – but there was still one objective left to complete, the final task to truly have dominated the school and its leadership. Nova’s Puppet loomed over the closest island, still unaware of the strings that persuaded him, but otherwise content to follow those whims and explore the islands. Only the Head Councilmage remained as the lone power that could change fate, and until she showed herself, Nova and Canaan would continue to play…