[M 4 F] Muscle God in search of Goddess

18+ only, various kinks ahead including transformation, growth, God-like powers, and more

Hello, everyone. I've got a rather unusual story to tell. You see, I'm looking for someone, and I don't know how to find them without sounding crazy. You see, I'm not from around here. I come from what you might call a parallel reality or alternate timeline, a world that was once very similar to this one but just different enough. And boy, if you think this sounds already like a comic book plot, just keep listening. I forget our names; after a while we are just the Almighty God and Goddess and she usually called me Daddy or Daddy God, but I'm getting ahead of myself. For what it's worth, I want to say her name was something biblical...

Anyway, you (assuming you're reading this) and I had been seeing each other for a few months. We were really hitting it off. I had a blue collar job, and you did very important work at a lab and research facility. I had just gotten off work on a Friday, and we had plans to go out to dinner together. When I called you, you seemed exhausted even as you tried your best to perk up for me.

"I'm so sorry. I'm not going to be able to get off in time. Tina was off today and all the reserves are in the east wing getting ready for the big test today, so I've been going back and forth on the line and my audits and reports are just piled up on my desk. I'll be here a few hours finishing them." You told me through an overwhelmed disappointment.

"That's okay. After today, I'm not much for a big shindig out anyway. Want me to grab a pizza and bring it to you?" I asked

Your head perked up at the mention of food. You bit your lip as you considered. Usually, guests weren't allowed in your department. "That would be so amazing. I'll let Jake know to let you down. The rest of the staff is over east for their big demonstration, so they shouldn't even notice us."

And so my evening was set. I went home, changed into some casual clothes that weren't covered in oil, trimmed my beard, and ordered the pizza. I picked it up on the way and went inside, holding it by one hand as Jake, the 24 year old security guard, presumed my identity and lead me to an elevator.
"She's down on 15b, third door on the left. The big wigs are too busy with their reactor so you shouldn't be bothered." He told me as I prepared for my descent. To thank him for covering for us, I gave him a slice from my half of the pizza, which he accepted graciously.

The research lab was mostly subterranean, and your work was nearly 1500 feet underground in an overly bright and sterile bunker with sound dampening that made everything eerily quiet. I followed his directions and knocked on your door. The door swung open immediately, and I almost dropped our pizza as you grabbed me in a hug and pulled me in. You vented to me about the day, your troubles, how long it had been since you ate.

"And they screwed me over so they could make sure everything was great for their dumbass reactor." You spat out. Their big project: a reactor of some sort with energy efficiency and generation that puts nuclear fusion to shame. It was definitely impressive and world changing, but I understood your spitefulness as it made your life harder. I listened and comforted as you ate and finished your reports.

I don't know how long we were there when you finished. I had never seen you look so happy as you thanked me for saving this evening. You cleared your desk and gripped my shirt, pulling me close as you leaned over your desk, my body on top of you as we began to make out. Lights flickered for seconds and an alarm sounded, which you quickly silenced from your phone. I asked about it in between kisses and hungry licks, but you dismissed it as the test going on. It was more than enough for me as you began to rub at my growing bulge. Doing it in your office wasn't in my plans tonight, but it was too hot to resist even as your phone vibrated again and again, trying to warn us as the reactor catastrophically melted down, mandating an evacuation of the whole facility that we ended up missing, too into each other.

The first signs were subtle. Harder to think straight, primal arousal for each other. Symptoms that would already be there because you were hot as fuck. My clothes felt so tight, I breathed better as you removed my shirt and yanked yours off. We were so consumed with each other that we didn't notice something was wrong until the table collapsed, noticing that we were so much bigger. I looked down as my massive chest surged forward, more beef pumping into my chest as your stare got hungrier. Your breasts grew eagerly in my larger hands. We got hotter and heavier as our heads crashed through the ceilings of the enforced bunkers. The fire suppression system sprayed us down in water, steaming our abnormally hot bodies and adding to the erotic atmosphere.

Bigger and Bigger. More and More.

Soon we saw daylight, indescribably large. Powerful. Godly. And it didn't stop. I remember a throne. Your world-sized belly swelling full of our Demigods. I remember celestial bodies. I remember you and I never stopping. Memories get fuzzy. Somehow, we broke into another reality, and we ended up here. I don't know about you, but I'm much smaller now, closer to my original form. I just know that if we find each other again, we will have our Godliness back. Maybe even our memories.
Maybe even a way back to our own universe.

The possibilities, just like us, are limitless.