(commission) The vessel of the Wilder One (Patreon)

There was a lone adventurer, a young lion dressed within a simple robe. He was a monk upon his people's pilgrimage up into the mountains of Vioscarla. It was claimed to be the closest point to their goddess. The wilder one. Once in a lifetime one would travel up and pray for her divine blessing. And today, it was his and his alone. The land was desolate, barely a cactus to see. This ceremony would allow them to bring some new life down.

The usual sign for a blessing was a flower budding from the monks’ robes. But even though he was near the peak he had yet to see as much as moss upon his clothes. He carried on up the paths, patiently waiting for any kind of sign. " Goddess ...I beg you. I shall be loyal; I shall be humble. Please let me be your servant." He begged in quiet desperation. However instead of a peaceful answer he hoped for, all he found was a misplaced root at his foot. In one sharp moment he found himself tumbling down the hill.

Despite the harsh hill and the thorns, he had seen not long ago, it was kind against him. The ground seemed to smooth out surprisingly. The monk had expected to be cut yet even as he rolled, he realized there wasn't an ounce of pain in his body. His vision was nothing but a blur of green before landing in an opening. looking down to himself he didn't have as much as a grass stain oh his robes or fur. It annoyed him a little before his eyes came up to see a beautiful garden.

He began to walk around it, admiring that life within it. Flowers. Grass. All he never saw on his way up, yet he had no idea how he could have missed it. He lowered down and gently held one of the flowers. His paws where gentle, cupping the bud tenderly as he admired it. Yet he did not pluck it. A voice called out from above. "Curious..." It made him jump. Even with that he made sure not to damage the flower.

Turning, the young lion saw a woman before him, a golden lustre around her tender body. Beautiful green hair that looked like the freshest grass. Immediately, he knew who she was. "Goddess...the wilder one ... I am not worthy of your presence." He bowed before hearing a small, gentle laugh. " My dear disciple, I wouldn't have brought you before me."

"But...there has been no other to meet you in a thousand years. Why me?"

"For you are the perfect vessel for my blessings. I know the land is baron. I wish to bring an end to it, but I cannot do it myself." She told him. The monk looked up to her. " Please, wilder one...let me help however I must. I shall sacrifice my life if that is needed."

"No ... Nothing so drastic. You shall become a seed from which a new world shall grow. Are you ready for my blessing?" The wilder one asked. The lion nodded his head and closed his eyes in prayer. Yet he was surprised with a sudden, gentle kiss upon his lips. Opening his eyes, he saw her kissing his muzzle. His cheeks flushed a deep red on seeing it. The monk then felt an incredible feeling... An energy flowing through him. It made him feel a pleasure beyond that the body is supposed to experience.

And then it began. The wilder one pulled back and ... At the end of the lions muzzle he could see a light, almost sky-blue colour on his nose. " Your body shall undergo changes to make you a source of life. When you are done, I shall roll you back down to the depths of the valley. From you, an oasis of life shall spring. And...as my vessel, you are immortal. Do not worry, I shall be with you to keep you company."

The lion listened to her words with a wide smile, but one word caught him out. " Roll?" He asked. the wilder one giggled. " Yes, my vessel. Roll. You shall be rather full of the energy of life. Do not worry. It shall be great." She assured him. The monk had faith in her words so eased his nerves. He watched the mystical blue colour travel across his middle before losing track of it on his face. It however quickly reappeared running down his arms. His furs natural yellow disappearing yet he had no panic. Only a calm, constant pleasure.

The wilder one gently grabbed his robes and began to tug them off. " You don't wish to be dressed when you begin to fill, it will bring you some discomfort. " And the lion did not argue, helping her strip him down. He expected to be left with some modesty unfortunately the goddess had grabbed his underwear and took that away too. It exposed just how blue he had become. All that remained was his hair and mane, which both turned a similar grassy green as hers.

"You are ready my vessel. Such a handsome start, it's a shame I shall not see your body in such a way after this. You shall however become a true beacon of beauty." The wilder one told him. A deep rumbling came from his stomach before it began to push out. The lion let out a soft groan. It felt amazing. Like a massage all the way down to his core. It got more and more intense as he swelled bigger and faster. "Goddess...it's so much .so fast."

"Do not worry I shall make sure nothing shall happen to you. Just enjoy it." She told him, gently, bringing her hands to his gut which she tenderly stroked. It made the lion whimper.

Her gentle touch seemed to encourage the lion’s growth; his stomach swelling faster, his ass and thighs starting to swell, and most oddly, his fur began to flatten out loosing it's definition. He whimpered out. " What's....happing to my fur?" To which she only smiled. " You are becoming my vessel. The fur is not needed. Nor is most of your features."

Before what could ask what, she meant, he felt an odd sensation took his lower half. He couldn't see what was happening over his own bulging belly but a small caress from the goddess revealed to the lion that his "pride" had flattened away. He let out a little yelp at the sensation. He was going to wine but with she assured him with one kiss on his stomach. It sends a pleasure far beyond what someone would experience through sexual experiences. "As I said... No longer needed. "

He had kept swelling all the while. The lion didn't realize as his ass, which was sealed, belly and thighs had all formed a large curved, almost tear drop shape. He poked his massive body and it jiggled. It sloshed loudly, full of liquid. " What...is that?" He asked. The wilder one laughed softly. "Water my vessel, it is the essence of life. It's what is needed for you to truly bring new life to this whole valley." The lion nodded; well, he shook his head. His chest was starting to swell so much it pressed into his chin. "Thank you, my goddess..." He stammered.

His body got rounder and rounder and more and more of his body vanished. His thighs eaten by his round body, then his knees then calf. Even his feet paws were swallowed up without a trace. He began to roll around on his swollen body, his body tight enough to do so easily. "I guess I'm ready to go." The once lion noted. But the wilder one only came and cupped his cheek. "Not yet darling... You still have those arms. And your head is far too vulnerable."

"Oh, sorry my goddess." He whimpered. His Arms where fattening as they spoke. While he wasn't done, he was close. His belly button was smoothed out, and inch by inch his body swelled over everything but his head. That didn't want to disappear it seems. It just began to sink. What was once the lion’s chest was now growing around his head. He could see less and less of the garden and more unfortunate for him, the goddess as well.

The lion stopped swelling, A ten-foot round ball of energized, Goldy water. He could see nothing but the sky, which blended in with his skin. He tries to speak out, but his cheeks and body was so bloated, nothing would squeeze past his lips. However, he heard a voice in his mind. " As my vessel, your mind is linked to mine. You need to speak, you can through this." She told him. The lion thought " oh... Great thank you goddess."

She smiled before putting her hands on him, before giving him a push. The water in the monk sloshed around loudly, it was all he could hear. He grew panicked about slipping down the hill, but he found vines holding him. The wilder one began to push him down the hill all the while telling him of his fate. " You shall be routed, and from your life shall grow. I shall be beside you, channelling new magic into you for your body to disperse."

"Oh...yes goddess... As you desire."

The wilder one brought him to the centre of the valley; his brothers of the clergy came out and witnessed the goddess rolling the monk. A grand ceremony began to form around him, a firm root wrapped around his lower half holding him firmly, stopping him from rolling around. "Are you comfortable my vessel?"

"Yes, my goddess... My only wish is that I could see the beauty you bring."

" My sweet vessel, this is as much you as it is me. you and I are linked in mind, see through my eyes. Witness our work."

And as if the light finally reached him, he could see the world. But unlike any way he ever did. The barren world was covered in beautiful green grass. It brought a tear to his eye to see life around him. "Thank you ..." He stammered in his mind. "No... thank you." The wilder one replied.