Zalia is a goddess.
gods and goddesses are rare, but a part of life. The land is vast, and these entities are one to every few million.
she’s was born as one, which was a century ago.
a hundred years old is a baby compared to most though. At least compared to the millennia old deities out there.
young and inexperienced as she is, she still twenty feet tall.
orange, red tipped feathers with dark grey hands, feet, talons and beak
she’s a Phoenix, firm bodied and curvaceous. It rather offsets her relatively young age. Gods are weird
you’ve known her for a fifty years. You’re not exactly old, though.
turns out having a sacrilegious, physical relationship with a Phoenix goddess has some perks.
you no longer age, and more importantly, you’re immune fire.
just as well; when you get together, things get hotter than most.
namely, the room gets wreathed in fire as you please her, and bringing her to climax makes her powers explode..
being thrown against the walls still hurts, but she can heal you with her magic.
you've had worse though. You're one of the city's elite defenders from mortal threats.
otherwise, you're her bodyguard.
not that she needs protecting, but it’s more to stop anyone’s getting near her.
sadly, when in the company of others, she shuts down emotionally.
Zalia is just the face of your city-state of the same name.
everything else is handled by ministers and politicians. She just sits there and the prime minister throws her name around behind issues he wants dealt with.
all she does is protect the city from other gods.
Zalia is a sizeshifter, as are all gods. But most do not have control over it.
each deity is empowered by their people, and each tends to follow an emotion or virtue.
Zalia’s seems to be a wildcard; she seems to grow to face off threats but the power behind it isn’t known.
but then there was Forghaz, a wolf god.
he’s powered by fear.
he’s a mile tall.
he’s on his way to your city.

it's an uneasy night with Zalia.
her worried expression never fades, even as you cuddled her, nestled between her large tits, your arms around her neck.
you're just thankful her servants leave her alone at request so you could sneak into her chambers to comfort her.
”I don’t think I’m strong enough, Anon.”
you assure her that she’s never failed before, and you have every ounce of faith in her powers.
she gently strokes her beak on your face.
"I've never faced a god like Forghaz before. I've never even been anywhere near that big before!"
she sadly has a point. The biggest she's been is maybe five hundred feet tall, not even a tenth of the size of this fear consuming deity.
if only you knew what powered Zalia's size. You can only hope that she once again succeeds against the odds.
for tonight though, you need her relaxed, and that meant giving her a big distraction.
you were no slouch downstairs, but against a woman more than three times you size, you'd developed a number of techniques over the years.
you kiss her on the beak, earning you a dab of her tongue, and you slide yourself down onto her belly.
you lay on your front, facing her legs, then you proceed to reach down, massaging her labia.
it's a slow process, and you wouldn't want to rush it; not for Zalia.
you know you're making progress when her magic flares.
it's the strangest sensation, but you're used to it; small puffs of smoke and flame appear across your body; any impurities that aren't 'you', and thus immune to fire, burn.
you feel the growing heat, so you slide to the ground, and proceed to push your arms inside her.
Her moans are met with a throaty purr, her cries have a distinctive shrill tone.
They turn into a full scream as you wrap your lips around her button and suck on it.
Within moments, her body glows, she splatters your body with her femcum.
and you're blasted against the cushioned walls.
in the morning, the city watches with bated breath as the brown wolfman approaches in the distance.
the ground rumbles with each of his colossal strides and you watch with a feeling of helplessness as Zalia steps from the city.
you suck down your fear and hold the faith for her in your mind and heart.
then, as soon as she's a safe distance from the city, she stops.
with the blare of a war horn, the city begins chanting in prayer to their goddess.
even though you know it's useless, you also chant along side them; anything to show your support, but this isn't her power trigger.
the panic sets in as the wolf god gets within five paces, his teeth bared and a sinister grin on his face.
then you sigh with relief as her body glows and begins to enlarge at a rapid pace.
the twenty foot phoenix swells to a hundred in moments, the ground beneath her becoming obscured as her clawed feet drag across the surface, kicking up a dust cloud.
for dramatic effect, Zalia flaps her wings and pushes the dust-cloud away.
the moment is sadly ruined as her growth rate begins slowing, leaving her a rather paltry five hundred feet tall.
the chanting grows stronger for a moment, but the wolf stops one stride away from stepping on your lover, the goddess, and he laughs.
it's a booming, bone chilling sound.
the chanting stops, and the people go still.
then the wolf starts growing as he feeds on the newfound fear emanating from the city.
this is it, you think, this is how Zalia falls.
your lover and your home.
as if she could detect your defeated attitude, the phoenix walks forward.
no...!
you silently mouth the word, but then realise that she may have a plan.
you feel your heart thump harder.
Forghaz shrugs and raises a foot.
still Zalia approaches.
the now 6,500ft wolf begins dropping his foot at the phoenix.
with a thrust of her hand, Zalia flings forth a massive bolt of fire, striking the impending foot.
he yelps, and Zalia takes flight.
it wasn't an attack, but a distraction that caused the briefest pause.
little more than stepping on a burning candle.
the wolf god resumed his stomp, but you watched with breath held as she swerved around the village sized foot.
her wings trail lines of fire, her ascent was as rapid as any you had seen her achieve.
you once finally exhale a gasp as the wolf swings one of his muscular arms, swatting at her as one would a fly.
and you relax as she unleashes a flashing blade of flame as big as a building against his hand, earning a pained snarl in response; a searing shard of power in the padded palm that won't harm but slows the swing.
again, a nuisance and little more but pain is hard to ignore, even for a god.
just one final stretch as Zalia begins to wreathe in fire.
You can feel it; this is where she succeeds.
she's a bright, shining spark against the snarling wolf, who opens his jaws and lunges into bite.
she's going to win! She has to win!
the enormous maw closes around her form.
it's part of her plan.
right?
silence.
he gulps and sneers.
then he steps towards the city again and it takes considerable balance to not fall over as the wolf looms over you, the ground cracking and fracturing under his feet.
with a bellowing laugh, he steps beyond you, and raises his foot once more, chunks of earth and stone falling from it and damaging the wall.
then a pained scream.
a blast of fire at his neck; an explosion.
you see her, the glory of the sun in the grace of a goddess.
she's bigger than she's ever been, but it's hard to tell from this distance just how big.
Forghaz stumbles back, injured and clutching the wound.
gods are hard to kill, and he bolts beyond the horizon with thunderous strides.
once he's out of sight, you look up at Zalia.
a sphere of energetic fire flaring
flashing.
then flickering.
then muted.
then she falls towards the city.
you see her falling, barely guiding the fall.
she's shrinking as well as she draws nearer to the ground.
you're running full sprint while everyone else still recovers from their submission to death at the hands of Forghaz.
your lungs burn as you try and catch up with where she's landing.
Zalia doesn't break her fall or take wing; she vanishes from view with a crash and a spray of earth.
you finally round the corner of an alley, the twenty foot goddess sprawled on the floor
she's covered in cuts and gashes but her goddesshood has protected her from major harm.
but then her brilliant plumage fade in colour.
you reach her as she whimpers, turning onto her back and weeping as your eyes meet.
even her eyes, a lustrous yellow, lose their subtle glow.
her body shrinks, her curves reduce and her toned body weakens.
at ten feet tall she's average in build, but she continues shrinking.
it finally bottoms out at what must be barely four and a half feet tall.
her body is tiny, slim and frail.
her feathers lose all colour, turning a bland grey.
"Anon, please! Don't let them find me like this...." she says between sobs.
despite the risk, you won't let her down. You lift her in your arms
you're stunned at how light she is.
you don't live far, it's a residential district nearest the grand palace which houses most of the staff.
thankfully the streets were still dead from the attack.
you enter your home and spirit Zalia away into your room, closing curtains and lighting some lanterns.
Zalia simply lies still, looking exhausted as you realise she's never been exhausted before.
you sit next to her and she looks away from you, ashamed.
"Some goddess I am. The protector of the city?"
you bring her into a hug and tell her she still won.
"Did I? He'll come back, angrier and more determined. Nobody even had any faith in me."
"Except... you." she gently strokes your cheek before fainting.
days pass by and Zalia slowly recovers from her exhaustion.
but try as she might, she's still a tiny, delicate bird and not a giantess phoenix.
all the same, she seems to enjoy the time spent exclusively with you.
every home was searched, yours included, trying to find her.
thankfully she was easy to hide in a small crawlspace
now you have all the time you hope you need to rekindle her goddesshood.
gentle prayers do not work.
nor does attending the palace prayers, with vast community chanting.
eventually, you also give up, and knowing the city might be doomed regardless, you simply spend time with Zalia.
you dare not make love to her, though; her wounds need time to heal and her exhaustion lingers, and the one time she asked, you had to stop as her body grew weak and she practically collapsed from the strain of it.
you discover so much about her with this unrestricted access.
she loves music; a nearby busker with a flute plays regularily.
you start giving him increasing amounts of coin and he plays nearer your house every day.
she adores fish. You spend a few days with one of the palace cooks who teaches you some of his best recipes.
the look on Zalia's face, the sections of her mouth beyond the beak smiling as high as you've seen her in years is so joyful to see as she enjoys your cooking.
then, one evening, as you wish her good night and move to sleep on the floor in your front room, she begs you to stay with her.
she beckons you onto the bed, and you're cautious to accept.
but you can't say no to those loving, sun yellow eyes.
it feels so strange; you know it's your Zalia, and yet she's so slender, so gentle.
so you treat her gently in return.
your hands gently run through her feathers, tracing lines along her thighs.
you only need a single finger to tease her button, making her moan and wriggle on the bed.
and before long you kiss her all over her body, whispering at your devotion to your goddess.
this is a goddess on your bed, her body is a temple, and you will pray as hard as needed.
you gently trace her folds with two fingers and kiss her around the neck.
she's practically your plaything and she can't resist your attention.
Zalia's clearly enjoying it, and you wish you could really play rough; she used to love your firmest efforts.
she's so fragile though.
this was her time now, not yours. You had to make her feel special above all else.
you slowly kiss along her body, tongue pressing against her tits and gently suckling.
her moans are musical.
you feel her slit moisten from the efforts, and you slowly begin to mount her as your hands continue to roam her body.
eventually you begin sliding your length cautiously into her.
her yellow eyes grow wide and she hisses a little in pain; you're almost too big for her.
almost. She proves this by bucking against you and making a near feral screech as her hips match yours.
from there you press her arms beside her head and thrust into her at increasing strength, testing her endurance.
her tightness is exilarating, just as her shivering and lidded eyes rolling back are to witness.
of all the times you've pleased her, it's been as servant and goddess.
tonight, as equals, you need not exert or hold back, nor does she need to mercifully help you.
without that crackle of fire though, you're glad she eventually cries out and your length gets engulfed as she climaxes just moments before you do.
and a peculiar shiver runs from her and into you. A strong warmth you've never felt before.
you barely have time to lay down before the temple guards burst in, unabashed at the carnal scene.
they don't even clothe you as they drag you away from Zalia, through the streets, and into a prison cell.
you're to be executed for defiling Zalia's divinity.
you've thrown people in the cells before.
they're completely impenetrable.
you weren't aware of how cold they were though.
perhaps it's your state of undress, but the sweat you start exuding tells you something's wrong.
you're given no food or water and you don't sleep, you simply pass out.
you awaken being splashed with a foul smelling liquid.
you remember the smell; it's a sacred blend of flammable oils.
you're then beaten into submission and shrouded in a ceremonial robe.
of course, you're going to be sacrificed for Zalia.
you suppose it's certainly a way to go out. In service to her.
of course you don't know if you're still immune to fire either.
no doubt they'll just cut you to pieces if that's the case.
you just wish you could hold yourself proudly as you're paraded into the central hall.
instead you're still feverish and probably concussed from the beating.
the brazier of Zalia is lit, and the goddess sits beyond it.
she looks distant and unfocused.
she's clearly been drugged. No doubt the prime minister wanted her nice and compliant as you're cast into the flames.
you can't even resist as you're dragged up the stairs.
he rambles on about you being an enemy of the city and the cause of Zalia's loss of power, all the lies you expected.
you just watch Zalia's expression.
small twitches in her eyes as she brings them to yours.
and she weeps, unable to move otherwise.
you're cast into the fire.
the heat is intense but instead of simply not harming you, you feel something else.
something powerful within.
you look at your hands as talons burst through your fingertips.
your skin tickles as feathers spread and grow from your body.
your back aches as wings grow from it.
the wounds from your beating fade, you stand.
your face morphs and shifts, a beak forms, your plumage, a fierce red with white tips.
an extravagant tail grows behind you.
the flames around you are consumed.
and you begin to grow.
you can't help but roar out as you grow taller and stronger.
well, an attempt at a roar, but it comes out as the angry cry of a bird of prey.
everyone pulls back as you simply outgrow the brazier, stepping onto the marble floor around it.
the floor cracks under your increasing mass and you can't help but flex.
your grand crimson wings spread and your tail fans out, thick muscles bulging.
your black scaled hands clench into fists and you give off a smouldering corona of flame as you top out at thirty feet tall.
"A..anon?" a soft voice behind you.
turning, you see Zalia fall towards you, still struggling from the drug.
you gently lift her up to you, and she wraps her arms around your neck.
"You have stolen Goddess Zalia's divinity, you fiend! How dare you!"
you turn and look at the prime minister.
you regard him with utter contempt.
then he bursts into flame as you decree that you are their god now.
all bow to you.
that evening, once you sit through several ceremonies of succession and Zalia's as your wife, you finally do as you wish.
you take Zalia to her former chambers, and you indulge in a night of debauchery with your official mate.
your tongue, gentle use of the blunts of your talons and her riding your dick, literally since it's bigger than her, brings her to climax several times.
she insists it's your turn; you're already excited thanks to watching her get off to your enormity.
Zalia insists in being smothered by your 'godhood', and you oblige.
gently running her over your length, you notice that oh-so-familiar sight.
small sparks of flame around her body as the dust and debris burns away, yet she remains unharmed.
you smile and carry on.
as you draw near your own climax and as your body begins to glow, you change hands and put her on your tip.
you orgasm and absolutely smother her in your cum, and then you explode with power.
you panic, realising you'd sometimes get hurt from her explosions, and it was only her magic that saved you from ever sustaining anything permanent.
you find her, sticky and slowly getting to her feet.
she's gasping, clutching her belly as she writhes on the floor
and her feathers suddenly take on an orange colour, with red tips.
she gasps, looking you in the eyes as hers begin to glow.
her body swells, regaining the curves and subtle strength beneath as her muscles swell.
you watch with a wide smile as she regains her power.
as she crests twenty feet tall, you notice she's not stopping, although she is slowing.
and by the time she reaches your height, it slows to a crawl, then she's slightly taller than you at thirty five feet.
of course, after a moment to take it all in, you embrace, tongues meeting and hands stroking each other.
"I figured out my divine link. My own joy; it was always suppressed by my life as a goddess, and only you made me happy."
you ask why she didn't change back in your home.
”I couldn't be truly happy knowing you might be taken from me, but now? With this?”
she brings your eyes down to her belly, and you notice the subtle swell to it.
you smile and take her hand, bringing her back to her bed.
and for the first time, as two phoenix gods, you spend a night of raw passion.
there's little need for foreplay, she's still eager.
you recover from your refractory period in seconds; the joys of your godly nature.
your muscular frame can overpower hers, just barely, and her large body is so plush and firm where it needs to be, the feel it drives you crazy.
even more exciting is when your shared power melds with your shared climax.
the room is destroyed, and that's alright.
you need to have a larger room built anyway.
A room for three.
or more.
two weeks later, and Forghaz is on the approach once more.
he's on the warpath, barely giving the city, which you insisted was still called Zalia, a chance to prepare.
you didn't need it though.
the two of you step from the city gates, hand in hand.
you grow as you head away, only for Zalia to grip your arm.
"Allow me, my love."
you ask if she's sure, and gesture to her gradually swelling belly.
she nods with a smile, and you step back.
almost a shame; she has trained you to control your fire magic, and your elite training would be useful.
then you feel it; she's tugging at your spirit from within, and you bow to her.
your feathers fade a little, and you shrink down to your old, average height.
Zalia's eyes glow fiercely, and just as Forghaz appears, she rockets skyward.
your mutual worship of one another is a potent link, and you can do the same as she now is.
and you know despite her gravid state, she'll win.
as her ankles rise over your height, you take flight and return to the city walls, where the guards bow as you land and watch, arms folded.
the mile tall wolf stops in his stride as the female phoenix gasps as her power surges so strongly, even she struggles to keep it under control.
Forghaz takes as step back as she reaches his height, and takes a smooth, calming breath.
she merely raises a hand, and the wolf howls with sheer pain.
his mouth spews fire and his divinity is boiled from him.
he shrinks rapidly as her hand lowers, and she casually walks up to him.
he reaches five hundred feet tall, and struggles to his feet.
only to have the large, taloned foot to slam down on him and grind him into the grass.
he pleads for mercy.
she takes his life as he explodes into ash.
you fly towards her.
she shrinks rapidly and you regrow.
as you reach her, she leans against you.
"Hah...that took a little more from me than I thought."
the city cheers as you sweep her off her feet.
Zalia will flourish, forever more.

The End.