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The waves of pleasure mount, crashing through your body, each surge stronger than the last. Every muscle, every sinew, every fiber of your colossal form trembles with raw, electric energy. You brace yourself against the walls, your claws leaving deep grooves in the plaster as you fight to contain the overwhelming euphoria that’s building inside you. It’s like a pressure building in your core, something immense, unstoppable—an eruption waiting to happen.
Your monstrous form pulses with each heartbeat, the power doubling, redoubling, and tripling again until every inch of you feels ready to burst. Your chest heaves as the symbiote throbs around you, amplifying each sensation, each thrill, until it’s almost unbearable. You dig your claws into your own forearms, but instead of relief, the contact only deepens the intensity, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you, raw and pure.
The energy within you reaches a peak, surging past anything you’ve ever felt. You can’t contain it. You don’t *want* to contain it.
A primal roar tears from your throat as the symbiote responds to your need, feeding off the power building inside you. The roar deepens, vibrating through the walls, reverberating outward with a force that shakes the entire building. Black veins of the symbiote pulse and swell, expanding across your skin in dark, sinuous lines, twisting, writhing with a life of their own.
And then—*you erupt.*
The force explodes outward, waves of dark, shimmering energy spreading from your body like tendrils, reaching out, thickening, expanding. They stretch across the walls, seeping into the floor, the ceiling, transforming everything they touch. The room darkens, the walls and floor taking on the smooth, gleaming blackness of the symbiote, morphing and pulsing like a living thing.
The changes spread uncontrollably, overtaking everything in your vicinity. Your primal power seems to feed on itself, multiplying and radiating outward in an endless wave of transformation. Every pulse, every beat of your heart, sends another ripple of change through the room, through the very air itself. Shadows stretch and grow, each inch of space filled with your presence, your power.
It’s impossible to tell where you end and the world begins. The symbiote stretches in every direction, twisting and curling, forming tendrils that reach outward, clinging to every surface, blanketing it in pure, pulsing black. You’re everywhere, in every corner of the room, every inch of space shaped by your power.
And through it all, the pleasure grows, consuming you, lifting you to heights of sensation beyond comprehension. You can feel yourself expanding, your monstrous form growing even larger as the symbiote feeds off the eruption, the release of all that built-up force. The tendrils throb and shift, your own essence entwining with them, creating something more—a living web of strength, of pure, primal ecstasy.
You sink into it, let it wash over you, becoming part of the surge, of the dark power enveloping everything. You’re no longer simply a creature; you’re an *entity*, your essence intertwined with the symbiote’s, with the room, with everything around you.
As the intensity finally begins to settle, you’re left standing amid the transformed space, a hulking, towering figure, your monstrous form now even more imposing, even more powerful. You are part of this new world, this realm of darkness and strength, this temple of power forged from the very essence of your transformation.
And in the silence, in the wake of your eruption, you realize—this is only the beginning.