Cataclysmic Showdown

Unending BE - episode 3400

"He would be in the basement," Cabron asserted.
"I agree," Absalom agreed.
"Let's go," Deanna said flatly, deathly determination in her eyes.
Joab looked at her quizzically for a moment, "This way, everybody," he said at last.
The troop walked down the seemingly endless staircase and stood face to, well, face with a locked door.
"Now what?" Jim asked tensely.
"Open the door, Dekalamon," Cabron said loudly.
"Certainly, Count, come right in," Dekalamon said, opening the door. Dekalamon looked much the same as he did in his audience with the Emperor, tall, dark, and evil. "What can I do for you, old boy?" Dekalamon asked innocently.
"You can shrivel up and die like you should have 3,000 years ago, but I'd settle for you leaving this country and never coming back," Cabron answered, smiling pleasantly all the time.
"Aw, Cabron, you really know how to stick it to a guy, you know?" Dekalamon said.
"I've been told as much," Cabron answered. "Surrender, Dekalamon."
"Not a chance. I'm taking over the world. How could I possibly show myself in the civilized parts of the world if I couldn't defeat the ragtag Imperial Army or even defend myself from the likes of you. Many have tried an failed, isn't that right, Ratapan?"
The rat-dog-demon snuck out from behind his corner, "Yes, master."
"Why do you seek my demise?" Dekalamon continued. "I haven't done anything worthy of death."
"Liar," all five heroes said at once. Quietly, down in his corner, Ratapan said the same thing.
"Lie? Me? Surely not," Dekalamon protested.
"Everything you've ever done has been worthy of death," Cabron told him.
"Truly?" Dekalamon mused. "You, boy," he said, indicating Joab, "why do you seek my death?"
"Because of what you've done to Deanna and her people," Joab answered him.
"And what would a street rat like yourself know about it, indeed, what would a rat know about it?..." Joab doubled over, writhing in apparent pain. Deanna rushed to his side and was first to notice his transformation, from the rat-like whiskers poking out from beside his nose, to the pink rat-like tail that had just developed, to his rat-like posture, to the fact that he was shrinking, to the fact that has was a rat.
"You only bring more damnation on your soul, Black One," Absalom declared.
"And you... Marley? What have I done to upset you?"
"You've not upset me at all. I've come to see the one who thumbs his nose at Earth.
"Earth is overrated," Dekalamon answered quickly.
"Then why are you so anxious to conquer it?"
"Well, I...that is, oh, shut up. If you're such an Earth Man, then you should know all about earthly temptation."
"The true conqueror is the one who conquers his own desire."
"I said shut up!" Dekalamon screamed, pointing at his chest. "Why don't you play with yourself for a while?" Absalom, through no will of his own, started tweaking his male nipples, which were, unsurprisingly, changing into female nipples. Soon the Earth Man was moaning with pleasure as he mashed his melons. "In fact," Dekalamon continued, pointing at Absalom's crotch, "why don't you give yourself a tit-fuck?" As soon as Absalom's enchanted cock was long enough, he wedged it into his cleavage and went at it.
"You will not conquer, Dark One, oh..." Absalom got in between moans.
"Bah, jizz in your face."
Absalom did.
"Damn you, Dekalamon," Deanna spoke up this time.
"Ah, well, this androgynous beauty must be from that one horse village I cursed. And what have I done to upset you, milady?"
"Shut up. You know damn well what you've done."
"Yes, I suppose I do. Terribly sorry for all the trouble you've gone through, here, let me fix it."
And he did, soon Deanna was back to her old self, with the vibrant red hair and tanned skin that she had when Jim first met her. And then she grew breasts. From nothing to A to B to C to D. And her waist cinched down, her ass flared, she looked hot.
But, (prepare for surprise,) it didn't stop. D to DD to DDD to E to F to G to GG and beyond. Her breasts reached new and greater heights. Or should I say lows, as they started to reach her navel. Her ass kept going, too, getting wider and deeper, not wanting to be outdone, I guess. And it was a good thing, too, because soon the weight of her ass was the only thing that kept her from falling forward, as her breasts hung to her knees. Eventually her legs broke from the remarkable weight, and she went down in pain. I might add she also went down in a jiggling mass. Finally she stopped growing, but not until her breasts and ass were beyond all measurement, and she was in severe pain.
"You had better stop before you upset me," Cabron said coolly. It was a sham, though. It was obvious he was already very upset.
"Why?" Dekalamon laughed at him, "Who is there to stop me? You, you've already failed once. What a record. Your first failure destroyed a nation. Your second failure will destroy an Empire."
"Ah, yes, hit me with the old wound. But save yourself the trouble. I know why the Old Monarchy failed. Why else would I be here today?"
"I wondered." Dekalamon simply said. "Well, you were a good fight in your day, so I'll spare you the humiliation the others are experiencing, but since I can't have you interfering either..."
"Oh, spare me," Cabron interrupted him. "We both know that your transformational powers don't work on me, quit acting like you're doing me any favors."
"Fair enough," Dekalamon said, gesturing with his hand. A cylinder of orange light surrounded Cabron, fencing him in on all sides.
Jim looked around at his companions. Those who would help him complete his quest. Deanna silently crying in pain and humiliation. Absalom doing his thing, still under Dekalamon's compulsion. Joab nowhere to be seen. And Cabron, trapped in his prison, powerless to help Jim in his quest. His quest. Time seemed to stop as Jim contemplated his position. But in reality time didn't stop, and soon Dekalamon was staring at him, a quizzical look in his eyes as he studied him.
"And, finally, you," Dekalamon started. "Why are you here, knight?"
"I often wondered myself," Jim replied, "but I think I have an answer."
"And it is?"
"I'm here to kill you, to put an end to your evil. Cabron thinks I'm an avatar of the gods, I'm not so sure. But someone brought me here to stop you. And I intend to."
"And how do you intend to go about it, boy?"
"Oh, I don't know. I imagine it will involve this sharp piece of steel entering your shriveled body through a gap in your ribcage, piercing your heart, I assume you have one, as it continues its sojourn through your body, and exiting just left of your spine, where it will once again see daylight, as your powers of darkness leave you one by one, and you fall, dead, at my feet." Jim started to walk towards Dekalamon.
"Nice plan, but how will you pull it off when you're only two inches tall, fool?" Dekalamon asked in a maniacal manner, pointing at Jim.
Jim felt a surge of magical energy flow into him, but just as soon as it hit it dissipated, leaving him unshrunk, still striding toward Dekalamon.
"No good," Jim said.
"How, who are you?"
"I'm Jim, nice to meet'cha."
Not one to give up easily, Dekalamon hit him with another spell, "Perhaps if you were to gain 4,000 pounds you might be less of a threat."
Again, Jim felt Dekalamon's power dissolve around him, "Something must be wrong, Dekalamon. Are you sure you're using Duracells in your magic wand?"
"I'm still great enough to conquer you," Dekalamon hissed, snapping his fingers. An orange cylinder of prison light, identical to the one that held Cabron, surrounded Jim. Jim, however, stepped right through it.
"Cabron said I was an avatar of the gods," Jim repeated. "I still don't think I believe it, but someone up there must like me," he said as he stood barely one foot away from Dekalamon.
"Where are you from?" Dekalamon asked, readying his staff for personal combat.
"Chicago." Jim answered as he raised his sword to strike. Dekalamon didn't resist him. Jim stabbed Dekalamon straight through the heart. Well, that is, he would have, except Dekalamon wasn't hurt. He was sort of hazy, indistinct, and stayed that way until Jim removed his sword. Then he became solid again.
"I still have one trick," Dekalamon said, "I know you're coming. You can't hurt me when I'm ready for it."
"What about when you're not ready?" a male voice asked. Dekalamon looked up to see the Emperor, and then looked down to see the Emperor's dagger. It was embedded in his side. He was wounded. He turned his attention to Jim and saw instead his sword, cleaving his head from his neck. He was dead.
One by one things started happening. As Dekalamon's power lost it's source, the changes he had wrought undid themselves. The sun shone through the window in his eternally dark castle. The beam of light trapping Cabron disappeared. Absalom regained his composure and stood up, as his breasts and cock shrank back to normal proportions. Deanna started to return to normal, too, although she had further to go. She felt her legs mend as her breasts and ass shrank, and soon she too was able to stand.
The group started congratulating Jim but were soon drowned out by the cheering coming from outside as the demons retreated back into Hell.
"Well, that's that," a new voice said. Everyone looked over to the sound of the voice, which happened to be Ratapan. Or, was Ratapan, but was soon turning into a man. A special man, in fact.
"Your Majesty," Cabron bowed, "is it you?"
"Aye, friend," the old King replied, "it's me, after all these years. You've done well in defeating Dekalamon."
"But I did nothing, it was Lord Jim, and Dal Rearden."
"It doesn't matter now, friend. What matters is that Dekalamon is dead. After 3,000 years life has a chance of returning to normal."
"Let us go back to the Imperial Palace," Dal Rearden suggested. "We have a celebration to plan, a monarch to welcome back to the world, and a hero to thank for making it possible."
*Whack* "Um, can someone help me?" it was Joab's voice, coming from behind a small wooden door. "God only knows how, but I'm stuck in the pantry."

Three days later found Jim kneeling before Dal Rearden in a ceremony.
"For extraordinary valor, conspicuous bravery, in the face of insurmountable odds, I present to you, Jim, the highest honor known in the Empire, the Golden Claymore. You are now a member of the Hall of Heroes, rise, Lord Jim, and be recognized."
The cheering and shouting that resounded through the Hall of the Emperor was nigh deafening.
"Well, Lord Jim," Deanna asked, slipping her hand into his, "where to?"

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Wed Aug 5 21:46:24 1998