Both
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
an188
The slime hit them both with equal force—thick, viscous ropes of glowing magenta and violet goo splattering across their faces, chests, arms, and hair. It clung like hot tar, sticky and unyielding, refusing to slide off even as they clawed at it. The smell was overwhelming: chemical-sweet rot mixed with something metallic and alive, burning their nostrils. Heat radiated from it, seeping into their skin like acid.
Val gasped, hands flying to her cheeks. “¡Ay, no! Matty—!”
Matty staggered back, wiping frantically at his eyes. The substance smeared instead of coming away, stretching in long, glistening strands between his fingers. Pain bloomed—sharp, searing, like fire under his skin. He screamed, high and raw; Val’s cry joined his, echoing off the polluted pond.
“Mamá—I’m sorry—I didn’t mean—” Matty choked out, voice cracking, barely audible through the burning in his throat.
The slime didn’t stay on the surface. It began to sink, absorbed through pores, vanishing into their flesh with a faint, wet hiss. The visible residue slowly liquefied, dripping away in thin rivulets until they could finally scrape the last of it from their eyes and mouths. The pain lingered, pulsing, but the burning eased just enough for them to breathe.
Val lurched forward despite it, arms outstretched. “Mijo—are you okay? Let me see—”
She cupped his face, thumbs gentle on his cheeks, wiping away the final smears. Matty leaned into her touch, trembling. “It hurts… but I’m—I’m okay…”
She kissed his forehead, quick and fierce, then stepped back. “Wait here. I have water in the bag—wipes—”
She turned toward the blanket and cooler they’d dropped, fumbling for the strap. Her back was to him when it hit.
A wave—deep, electric, unstoppable—surged from her core outward. Her knees buckled. She moaned, long and guttural, eyes rolling back until only whites showed. Her face flushed crimson, tongue lolling out, lips parted in helpless ecstasy. Nipples stiffened against the thin fabric of her tank top, hard as pebbles. She gripped the cooler for balance, thighs quivering.
Matty stared, frozen, concern twisting into something else. “Mamá—?”
Then it struck him too.
The same force crashed through his body, centering in his groin and radiating up his spine. His eyes rolled back, face blooming red, tongue slipping past his teeth. Nipples peaked under his shirt; his cock surged to aching hardness, straining against his shorts. He gasped, a high, broken sound, hands flying to his chest as if to hold himself together.
Clothes stretched—first a creak, then a rip. Muscles ballooned beneath skin, swelling impossibly fast. Val’s shoulders broadened, deltoids rising like boulders; biceps inflated to the size of footballs, veins snaking across them. Her abs carved into an 8-pack, razor-sharp, fat melting away until every ridge was visible. Legs thickened to oak-trunk girth, quads and hamstrings exploding outward. Her breasts flattened almost completely, pectorals surging forward to replace them—massive, striated slabs bigger than DD cups, pushing her torn shirt into rags. She grew taller by a few inches, but the vast majority of the growth was pure, inhuman muscle.
Matty transformed beside her. His narrow frame widened, shoulders capping like armor plates. Biceps ballooned, matching hers in size if not quite in thickness. Abs etched into an 8-pack; legs thickened, calves diamond-hard. His pecs swelled outward, heavy and rounded, drooping slightly to obscure his feet when he looked down. He gained height too, but remained shorter than her—Val still towered by a head, her physique just a fraction more massive, more dominant.
Yet the changes twisted in unexpected directions. Despite the raw power, they grew more beautiful, more feminine.
Val’s lips plumped into full, glossy pillows; eyelashes lengthened into dramatic fans; nails extended into elegant, pointed talons. Her hair cascaded longer, thick and lustrous, framing a face that had sharpened into exquisite, doll-like prettiness. Her waist cinched impossibly tight against the flare of hips that widened just enough to emphasize an hourglass beneath the muscle. Skin turned deep golden bronze, flawless, hairless—smooth as polished metal.
Matty’s transformation mirrored hers in delicacy. His features softened further: cheekbones higher, jawline gentler, lips fuller, lashes longer. Hair spilled past his shoulders, silky waves reaching mid-back. Nails grew long and manicured. His body, though shredded to superhuman leanness, retained an androgynous grace—wide shoulders tapering to a tiny waist, massive pecs perched atop a slender frame, legs long and sculpted yet somehow elegant. Skin bronzed to match hers, every inch smooth, devoid of hair.
The orgasms peaked together. Val’s body arched, a deep, shuddering moan escaping as she came—Splurge… Spluurge… Spluuurge—fabric tearing completely away, leaving her naked, glistening.
Matty followed instants later—his cock pulsing, untouched, as he ejaculated in powerful spurts—Splurge… Spluurge… Spluuurge—clothes shredding into tatters, falling away.
They stood naked on the riverbank, chests heaving, the last echoes of pleasure fading.
Val exhaled first, long and shaky, blinking back to awareness. She looked down at herself—biceps flexing involuntarily, pecs bouncing with each breath. “¿Qué… qué pasó?” she whispered, voice deeper, richer, yet still unmistakably hers.
Matty flexed his arms, watching veins dance across forearms thicker than his old thighs. “I… I’m…”
He trailed off, speechless.
Then they saw each other.
Val’s eyes widened. Matty’s mirrored hers. Shock rippled across their transformed faces—beautiful, powerful, impossible.
“Mijo…” Val breathed, stepping closer, voice trembling with awe and something darker, hungrier.
Matty stared up at her—at the goddess she had become—then down at his own body. “Mamá…”
They stood there, naked and glistening in the polluted sunlight, two perfect, inhuman creatures born from slime and secret dreams.
The river flowed on, indifferent.
They didn’t move. Not yet.
Val gasped, hands flying to her cheeks. “¡Ay, no! Matty—!”
Matty staggered back, wiping frantically at his eyes. The substance smeared instead of coming away, stretching in long, glistening strands between his fingers. Pain bloomed—sharp, searing, like fire under his skin. He screamed, high and raw; Val’s cry joined his, echoing off the polluted pond.
“Mamá—I’m sorry—I didn’t mean—” Matty choked out, voice cracking, barely audible through the burning in his throat.
The slime didn’t stay on the surface. It began to sink, absorbed through pores, vanishing into their flesh with a faint, wet hiss. The visible residue slowly liquefied, dripping away in thin rivulets until they could finally scrape the last of it from their eyes and mouths. The pain lingered, pulsing, but the burning eased just enough for them to breathe.
Val lurched forward despite it, arms outstretched. “Mijo—are you okay? Let me see—”
She cupped his face, thumbs gentle on his cheeks, wiping away the final smears. Matty leaned into her touch, trembling. “It hurts… but I’m—I’m okay…”
She kissed his forehead, quick and fierce, then stepped back. “Wait here. I have water in the bag—wipes—”
She turned toward the blanket and cooler they’d dropped, fumbling for the strap. Her back was to him when it hit.
A wave—deep, electric, unstoppable—surged from her core outward. Her knees buckled. She moaned, long and guttural, eyes rolling back until only whites showed. Her face flushed crimson, tongue lolling out, lips parted in helpless ecstasy. Nipples stiffened against the thin fabric of her tank top, hard as pebbles. She gripped the cooler for balance, thighs quivering.
Matty stared, frozen, concern twisting into something else. “Mamá—?”
Then it struck him too.
The same force crashed through his body, centering in his groin and radiating up his spine. His eyes rolled back, face blooming red, tongue slipping past his teeth. Nipples peaked under his shirt; his cock surged to aching hardness, straining against his shorts. He gasped, a high, broken sound, hands flying to his chest as if to hold himself together.
Clothes stretched—first a creak, then a rip. Muscles ballooned beneath skin, swelling impossibly fast. Val’s shoulders broadened, deltoids rising like boulders; biceps inflated to the size of footballs, veins snaking across them. Her abs carved into an 8-pack, razor-sharp, fat melting away until every ridge was visible. Legs thickened to oak-trunk girth, quads and hamstrings exploding outward. Her breasts flattened almost completely, pectorals surging forward to replace them—massive, striated slabs bigger than DD cups, pushing her torn shirt into rags. She grew taller by a few inches, but the vast majority of the growth was pure, inhuman muscle.
Matty transformed beside her. His narrow frame widened, shoulders capping like armor plates. Biceps ballooned, matching hers in size if not quite in thickness. Abs etched into an 8-pack; legs thickened, calves diamond-hard. His pecs swelled outward, heavy and rounded, drooping slightly to obscure his feet when he looked down. He gained height too, but remained shorter than her—Val still towered by a head, her physique just a fraction more massive, more dominant.
Yet the changes twisted in unexpected directions. Despite the raw power, they grew more beautiful, more feminine.
Val’s lips plumped into full, glossy pillows; eyelashes lengthened into dramatic fans; nails extended into elegant, pointed talons. Her hair cascaded longer, thick and lustrous, framing a face that had sharpened into exquisite, doll-like prettiness. Her waist cinched impossibly tight against the flare of hips that widened just enough to emphasize an hourglass beneath the muscle. Skin turned deep golden bronze, flawless, hairless—smooth as polished metal.
Matty’s transformation mirrored hers in delicacy. His features softened further: cheekbones higher, jawline gentler, lips fuller, lashes longer. Hair spilled past his shoulders, silky waves reaching mid-back. Nails grew long and manicured. His body, though shredded to superhuman leanness, retained an androgynous grace—wide shoulders tapering to a tiny waist, massive pecs perched atop a slender frame, legs long and sculpted yet somehow elegant. Skin bronzed to match hers, every inch smooth, devoid of hair.
The orgasms peaked together. Val’s body arched, a deep, shuddering moan escaping as she came—Splurge… Spluurge… Spluuurge—fabric tearing completely away, leaving her naked, glistening.
Matty followed instants later—his cock pulsing, untouched, as he ejaculated in powerful spurts—Splurge… Spluurge… Spluuurge—clothes shredding into tatters, falling away.
They stood naked on the riverbank, chests heaving, the last echoes of pleasure fading.
Val exhaled first, long and shaky, blinking back to awareness. She looked down at herself—biceps flexing involuntarily, pecs bouncing with each breath. “¿Qué… qué pasó?” she whispered, voice deeper, richer, yet still unmistakably hers.
Matty flexed his arms, watching veins dance across forearms thicker than his old thighs. “I… I’m…”
He trailed off, speechless.
Then they saw each other.
Val’s eyes widened. Matty’s mirrored hers. Shock rippled across their transformed faces—beautiful, powerful, impossible.
“Mijo…” Val breathed, stepping closer, voice trembling with awe and something darker, hungrier.
Matty stared up at her—at the goddess she had become—then down at his own body. “Mamá…”
They stood there, naked and glistening in the polluted sunlight, two perfect, inhuman creatures born from slime and secret dreams.
The river flowed on, indifferent.
They didn’t move. Not yet.
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