Hey Godsinger dude, I'm going on a trek through this big desert soon and am probably going to need your help if I wanna cross alive.
Element: Probably Water, I dont wanna die of thirst mid trek so having some juicy water god helping me out would be nice.
Patron: Fertility Dancing, like twerking. Fuck I like men with big butts I cannot lie.
Goal: I've always had it unlucky when it comes to getting people to sleep with me. Maybe one of these "Sealed Pantheon" gods can help?
Haha, alright mortal. I'll be sure to get you in touch with your desired god very soon. Go rest for your trek tommorow, I have a feeling that you'll need it.
The heat of the desert was unbearable, beats of sweat poured down Dan's panting, messy face, his water jug empty and rations dried up. Miles of dry desert stretched out as far as the eye could see with no end in sight. He was about pass out and collapse on the hot sand, ready to give up and allow the brutal desert claim another victim until...
"Finally, a suitable vessel!" A voice called out above him.
Craning his head to the sky yielded nothing, but when his vision returned to his immediate surroundings he was greeted by a floating aquamarine colored mask with two blank eyes one empty smile and lacy white ribbons in his face.
"Ah! What the hell!?" Dan shrieked, stumbling back.
The mask hovered closer to maintain his face-to-face distance and spoke again: "Oh, how LONG I've wandered these accursed sands for someone to merge with..." They attested. "How I've longed to have flesh again... how I've longed to... dance! Our union will be glorious!"
"What the hell!?" Dan cried out: "No! Get away-" The mask reached out its tendril-like ribbons and latched onto the back of Dan's head. Before Dan could resist or even react, the Aquamarine Mask slammed itself onto Dan's face.
"Cast aside your fear, vessel. Stand strong!" The mask commanded. It's tendrils begin to reach down and latch onto several points of his body, straightening his posture.
He tried to scream, tried to cry out for help, but he couldn't even move his face, like it was frozen in place thanks to that accursed mask.
"My my, now that I've got a better grip on you, mortal. Your body is awfully unfit for an adventurer." They mused, before grinning. "I think you're better off a dancer, yes?"
They didn't wait for Dan to respond, not like he could, anyway.
"First of all, you smell horrid, mortal. This 'sweat' is unfitting for a dancer."
Dan's sweat went from pouring to gushing. It ran down his body like a stream, drenching his clothes and leaving the sand beneath him damp. It was like he was standing under a faucet. Strangely, his sweat didnt smell or feel like sweat at all. The Mask forcefully stuck Dan's tounge out and allowed him to drink up his strange sweat.
It was... refreshing! Fresh water slid down his throat and made him feel cool and rehydrated. He felt reinvigorated, his despair evaporated, he resumed his trek through the desert, assuming this strange encounter was over...
But of course, the Mask had other plans.
"Ahaha, nobody wants to wear wet rags, wouldn't you agree, Dan?" They laughed. The tendrils began to undress Dan, his shirt, clothes, backpack, shoes. They stripped him down and left him a gushing nude freak in the middle of the desert, leaving only his white hood and the Mask itself as the only articles of clothing he wore.
Despite this, he felt even better than before! The desert didn't feel so hot anymore, probably thanks to the water pouring down his body, the feeling of desert air meeting his skin was making his brain melt...
"Finally, we shall reshape your body!" The Mask declared. "Let us start slow. Like a fresh stream of water gracing a dried river after a drought..."
His skin tone began to darken, his Caucasian tone became darker and darker, and even started to glow. When it was done, his skin was a gorgeous golden brown that shined with the light of 1000 suns. He let out a soft, empty moan that reeked of want and need.
"Skin befitting of a God! Beautiful!" The Mask awed. "Now my vessel, it is time for this drought you've been living in to be washed away by the waters of rebirth!"
Dan's body began to tingle and tremble. He stopped his trek.
He began to grow, swell. His slender body was no more. Muscle everywhere his arms swelled with healthy muscle and jiggling fat, his stomach sucked in formed abs, his shoulders widened. His thighs widened and filled with muscle and fat and wobbled as he walked. His pecs, were inhuman, they jutted and out and pushed out so far, blocking his view of his lower body completely. They had to weight 50 pounds... PER PEC!!! And his nipples were so sensitive and big now.. the desert air and gushing water brushing past them made him feel all funny in his crotch.
But his ass? Oh god his ass. It started out flat, before both his cheeks began to bubble and grow, resembling a bubble butt, before growing even more big and globular. Bigger than the largest watermelons, more globular than the globe and jigglier than even the finiest jelly. His anus began to shift too, becoming tight and moist, a strange fluid leaking out of it for easy access for any weary traveler...
All of this growth made his unchanging feet and lower legs sore, with them now having to hold up this massive body. His trek became slower as he wobbled to maintain his posture.
"Absolutely divine!" The mask beamed with pride at the sight of his work. "But... something is still wrong, something is still off, mortal." The Mask faltered, before swiftly regaining it's composure with a declaration:
"What dancer of mine has a crotch? It's absurd!"
And wth that, Dan's penis and balls begin to shrink and retreat back into his body. 5 inches, 4 inches, 2.5 inches, 1 inch, 0.50 inches, 0.25 inches, 0.10 inches, 0.05 inches, 0.025 inches.... gone.
The area where he would have a penis or even a vagina, gone. Just smooth, moist flesh in it's place. The gushing water soon stoppd around this time as the Mask picked right back up with it's declarations:
"Every good Dancer needs some good adornments, wouldn't you agree..."
"Gobi?"
Gobi nodded, they smiled, their expressions now showing on the Mask as it became one with their face, as the Mask blessed them with various trinkets across his gorgeous body:
Two gold nipple rings, a sapphire navel ring, collections of gold, silver and sapphire rings of varying sizes across all of their fingers... the Mask's tendrils began to run down their body, slowing forming a lacy white ribbon harness adorned with sapphires and aquamarines that held up their muscles, wrapping around their arms, legs and across their "crotch".
Gobi was still trekking through the desert, but was swiftly stopped as they tripped and faceplanted as they were suddenly disoriented by the appearance of gold high heels on their feet. They felt and heard their asscheeks clap and wobble as they hit the ground. The ly struggled to lift themself back up, as trying to walk with already sore, average sized feet holding a massive, inflated body WHILE wearing high high heels was almost impossible.
But the Mask unusually, gave him some words of encouragement to his vessel.
"Come on, Gobi! Rise! Walk! You have power that mortals can only DREAM of! Show off, show your new power!"
With a desire to "Show Off" implanted deep in their brain, Gobi slowly adjusted themself and got up. And when they did...
They were suddenly in the middle of a dried up oasis. It was surrounded by dry, dead plants. They frowned, how lifeless... but then they smirked. They knew what to do.
They started slow, shifting their body side to side. They picked up speed, letting the flesh of their thighs wobble in rhythm, their upper body circled around as his bouncy tits flailed around. Then they began to twerk. Slowly at first, but then it shifted into mad shaking, it was a sight to behold. Two gargantuan, shining globes shaking with inhuman speed, Gobi's body conforming to the rhythm of his jiggling booty as he performed his Sacred Dance.
During all of this, the gushing water resumed, at first at its usual speed. But soon it began to pick up in speed, becoming a waterfall that started at their crown, pouring down their body and beginning to fill the dry oasis at their feet.
The Mask, content. Began to final stages of its plan. Merging with Gobi. Becoming Gobi, the Fertility God of the Desert.
The water reached his ankles, but he kept twerking, he kept dancing. The plants around the oasis began to regrow, thick shrubbery and vibrant flowers.
Gobi would occasionally grunt or moan as their continued they Sacred Dance, their voice shifting to resemble the Masks perfectly. Dan was long gone as the water reached their knees.
The oasis was a paradise, tall healthy trees that bore delicious fruit, gorgeous flowers with godly scents, thick green shrubbery and cold, refreshing water. Gobi smiled, finally content.
Old Legends tell of Gobi, The Fertility God of the Desert. Who appears to parched adventurers to grace them with their sacred water. For the price of pleasuring Gobi, one is allowed to drink the blessed water that drips down their body, water that when drank provides a blessing of fertility, in the desert...
...and in bed.
