Magnus Pt. 1 (Patreon)

Magnus awoke to ruin, the wreckage of his villa scattered around him. His bed was a pile of splinters, the walls blown outward, the roof gone entirely. He sat up slowly, his massive frame towering over the debris, his movements shaking the earth. Everything felt surreal—his muscles, impossibly large, his strength immense—but he was mesmerized by his giant cock just inches from his face.

He flexed his fingers, staring down at hands that could now crush stone. “What… happened?” he murmured, his voice deep and resonant, carrying across the hills. A grin flickered at the corner of his lips despite his confusion.

People had gathered at the edge of the rubble, whispering and pointing. A few knelt before him, muttering prayers. Magnus rubbed his temple, dazed, but the awe in their eyes sparked something in him.

One man climbed over the ruins, reaching Magnus’s knee. He wrapped his arms around it, pressing his body against Magnus’s massive leg. “You're a god” the man said softly, looking up at him.