Chapter 4 - a quiet relaxing vacation

On my last day in the village, I awoke to screaming.

I burst out of the door of the inn to chaos. The town was scattering to the sea or the southern hills as boiling red flows could be seen making their way down the mountain side through the mist. I found Taruzarco as one of the last to leave, moving about the main square as fast as possible on the suburito-like paddle he is using as a crutch. He couldn’t find Diomakari anywhere, not at home, not in the gardens or near the school, nor here now. He had tears in his eyes, full of worry. But I had been researching, these past days, cross referencing everything I’d learned here… and I now knew what was going on.. and where she would be. I told the grieving father to hurry on south or to his boat, that I would find her, that she was a resilient girl. By now, he knew this at least to be true. Still he would not leave. Hatsumoto, helping him look, came out of one of the buildings as I argued with him. I looked over my shoulder to see his boat not 20 meters away beside the dock, and caught his eye. As Taruzarco followed my gaze, I pinch some Traveling Dust from a pouch in my coat and blew it in Taruzarco’s face. He immediately collapsed, unconscious, and Hatsumoto and I carried him quickly to the boat.

Fires were now burning around the flowing lava on the mountainside behind the village, the trees and brush alit, the birds flying and screeching away. It would cross the small clearing at the base and light the whole village ablaze in a matter of minutes. And so I knew where to go.

I hurried, sprinting and dodging between buildings, now coughing a little on the thickening smoke, until of a sudden I burst into a meadow, filled mysteriously with clean cool air. Above it and I was a slow-moving wall of red-hot melted rock, surrounded by the remaining, burning forest. And between us, in the middle of it all, was Diomakari, barefoot, her kimono whipping around her bare slim legs as she focused in apparent determination. She took no notice of me, as if I wasn’t even there, and walked slowly forward, to her fiery death. I screamed at her, tried to run to her, but I found myself simultaneously pushed back by the raging heat of the molten stone and a crisp, strong, cold force, and I could only watch as she took that final step forward to meet her foe. She lowered her delicate hands down to the lava, I was sure to be instantly lit aflame, but… instead it was the rock that recoiled from her!!

In an instant the winds of heat and cold increased enormously pushed me back and off my feet, and Diomakari was engulfed, as I knew she would be, in flame. Her kimono burned off her instantly, not leaving even smoke, and revealing her nude gaunt body clothed now only in raging fire. She was beautiful, and powerful, and crazy, her hair lifted into the wind, and as I watched the tiny burns that covered her body paled and disappeared and a surge of force seemed to surround her and flow outward and then forward… and her charred hands healed completely, from elbow forward to fingertips, and then the red hot rock beneath her grip turned instantly to cold stone and a wave of it spread forward… and Diomakari grew. She grew subtly softer, rounder, fuller, her arms swelled slightly, her hips and firm bottom filled and her concave tummy rounded out into the curve of femininity… and then the heat of the rock returned, and she gave way a little, as if breathing, and the red of the stone returned almost to her hands, and I feared she would be overtaken again… and then, just like taking a breath, the cold wind blew again slightly past me, and then sucked strongly forward, so that I was pushed onto my hands and knees again, pulled forward, and as I looked up, a surge again went through the eruptive flow, stronger than before, like a gray-black wave that covered the red and froze it in time. And now again a surge of energy seemed to run through this divine angel before me, and she again softened and grew outward, the female fat on her now even drooping a little, lovelily, her fat jiggling in with her movements, her surges of power, vibrating in time to the world around us. Her bottom was full now, her chin fat, her smile glorious, and I knew for certain what I’d suspected, that she was the girl I’d seen in the shop when I first arrived. But now she quickly grew past that, an angel revealed herself to be a god, and another surge ran out, and 50 meters of lava flow was now cooled, and her belly grew forward to the point where it lowered in front of her, gloriously, and the fat of her backside grew into rolls at her knees and her ass and her hips and her shoulders and her arms and her neck as her hair continued to whip above her in the ever increasing breeze. But now the breeze began to warm, and her eyes rolled slightly as her smile grew, and light radiated from her body and even as the heat of the stone above us began to slowly return, the massive mountain of molten stone focusing its will entirely on this unconquerable freckle, a garden erupted at her feet and spread like wildfire across the ground around us, flowers and bushes and grass of every type grew up and spread, and her size decreases slightly, slowly and slowing as the spread of life slowed, and then the cold surge returned, stronger than ever before, the very sky opening and crackling above us, and the wind pulling me forward so hard I bounced into her and then off as if I were a grain of rice and then up close I watched her swell massively in size, her face a massive grin but of pure power and determination and love and as her fat belly spread against the stone before her she pushed hard with her massively fattened arms and the chub that nearly overtook the back of her hands and her entire body, all her weight, deformed the solid rock before her and it cracked and she laugh in a way to shatter the earth and a literal wave erupted out of her, through the stone, and travelled lightning fast as if every previous wave had just been building to this and it surged up the entire mountain in seconds and then over it in the distant sky opened and clear and bright, all magma instantly and completely frozen, solid and cold, and the mountain itself shuddered beneath her power, cooled I know to its core, and like the flowing sea, in a wave, her body spread massively, flowing inches, feet, meters outward in a giant wave, a hundred thousand pounds of pure energy stored as fat, and then continuously in a counter wave the world around us erupted in green and gold and red and blue and every color I could imagine as the ground and every wall and every path and the mountain itself and up the entire gray mountain side was inundated in a wave of life and color and power that overtook everything around it. And I was gone.

I awoke, I don’t know how, to soft hands unwrapping vines from around me and pulling me gently out of a living cocoon, and the tree that had grown up around me. I fell forward in the last tug, out into Diomakari’s arms. She was now as I had first met her once more, soft curves, full, rounded and feminine and bulging slightly, but undeniably human… and completely nude. I blushed hard I could feel with her full against me and step back a little on instinct and turned and she giggled as I handed her my long coat. I looked around me now, we were in an absolutely jungle. Trees larger than I’d ever seen, half a hundred meters tall perhaps, covered the hillside, the underbrush so thick with flowers and ferns I could barely see through it. We walked together slowly back to the village, wound through the green halls around us. Vines and flowers here to covered everything, the buildings looked green and as if untouched by people for decades save their integrity of structure. The square in the middle of town was a garden, and on the far side were Hatsumoto and Taruzarco, just disembarking the small boat. But they seemed frozen in this process. Their eyes, their mouths, their entire bodies were slack, staring in something far beyond wonder or disbelief. Belief, in fact, as they had seen it with their own eyes.

Some ailments are not what they seem. Some forces are too powerful for the wills of men to stop them. And some miracles are too precious to risk them.

But I’d always wonder. Was this a Mushi at all? Or was this a goddess, or even the Lifestream of the world itself, made flesh?


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Notes, Comments, and Interesting but Incomplete Ideas, Additions, and Continuations

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Alternate title: Mushi-Qi – Girl or Goddess?

Original description: a mushi that gets into a host and channels the energy of the lifestream into body energy, giving the ability to do many extraordinary feats when tapped. However, one will not use energy constantly, and the connection is always open, at least a little. the energy flows in and is transformed, but with no where to go it is inevitably stored as fat

Other ideas and versions
Original idea was a for a mushi that caused an ailment which caused uncontrollable weight gain, which then also granted the user powers while possessed and of sufficient weight/energy
possibly a version of the story where it is spread by breast milk intentionally or something throughout a whole village or cult