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For Melvin, sometimes the amount of body ornaments is not enough for his muscular and toned elephant god body, sculpted by billions of years of an existence based on the hard exercise and training of annihilating planets under his feet and the crushing power of his hands.
He thought some new decorations wouldn't hurt; he himself had already molded and created his own character objects with his artisan's hands, an art he has mastered perfectly since ancient times.
Having grown to a size so immeasurable it defies the imagination of the average mortal, Melvin left the confines of his universe and explored the infinite void of the multiverse. He was searching for a small but efficient cluster of universes that could be useful as mass for creating his new golden rings. They were more useful crushed than just floating there, useless, in the void. And it was then that Melvin observed a cluster of universes of various colors, spheres grouped together in utter disarray.
"This will do the trick."
Melvin approached the cluster of universes, where billions of living beings of all types and shapes reside, along with all kinds of galaxies and planets floating in the dark vastness of each one. However, that was of no interest to the elephant god, and all of it was about to disappear.
Calmly, Melvin circled the group of universes with his enormous, muscular, fleshy, dark brown hands, gloved with worn black latex fingerless gloves, as if he were harvesting ripe fruit, emanating afragrance of musk, sweat, and latex infusedThe palms of his hands sealed the universes in a prelude to the fatal destiny that awaited them, and his thick fingers blocked any possible escape from what Melvin would do to the universes at the mercy of his divine power. Melvin smiled slightly; everything seemed so small and insignificant compared to him, millions of lives about to be erased by the simplest of acts by a giant god.
"Hm, these universes seem perfect for a new gold ring... or maybe a piercing," Melvin said, in a casual, mocking tone.
Melvin didn't give much thought to the billions of mortal and immortal lives inhabiting those insignificant and unimportant universes in the grand scheme of the cosmos. He didn't even raise an eyebrow, knowing that there were immortal beings of great power: gods, basically. Why should he think about those tiny specks of dust? It wasn't worth wasting his time and straining his mind. It was more important to focus his mind on the action he was about to perform with his large hands than on lives that were going to disappear and wouldn't even be remembered by him.
"Anyway, let's not prolong this..."
The god Melvin began to close the already small space between the large palms and fingers of his hands. For those trapped in the universes, at the mercy of the power of a multiversal god who, in their eyes, was merely creating new ornaments, everything was unfolding in slow motion; time and space must have been warping from the aura of power emanating from Melvin's mere presence.
Melvin remains unfazed; all this is merely the creation of new embellishments for his already quite desirable appeal. However, the fact that there are so many beings in such a limited number of universes, all concentrated in a single area, means that the multiverse and this plane of reality could collapse and become saturated. It's better to get rid of the unnecessary, make space, and remove—or rather, crush—the junk that was just taking up extra space. A couple of million fewer lives won't make a difference.
As the hands closed, the universes contracted, and Melvin felt it.
All those unfortunate and wretched mortals inhabiting the universes between Melvin's muscular, gloved hands—little more than fragile, easily broken marbles—witnessed an abrupt and terrifying cosmic chaos: the skies suddenly darkened as a titanic "hand" eclipsed entire constellations, distorting starlight into aberrant patterns due to extreme gravitational curvature. Nearby stars imploded into fleeting black holes, causing gravitational tsunamis that split continents and evaporated oceans. The inhabitants felt massive planetary tremors, as if the world were being compressed; atmospheres ionized in blinding global auroras, and time dilated and warped, making seconds seem like eternities of panic.
Relaxedly, Melvin presses the universes between his sweaty palms, applying a colossal force that collapses the fabric of spacetime: galaxies are compressed into singularities, stars collide in instantaneous supernovae, and dark matter melts into a dense paste. The crushing generates massive gravitational waves that tear at the fabric of space, turning trillions of galaxies into a compact ball of plasma and decaying quarks.
"KRAK-SCRUNCH-BOOOM!!!".
Melvin felt a casual, relaxing satisfaction, like squeezing soft clay between his fingers. The initial crackle of cosmic structures breaking beneath his muscular force, a subtle tingle in his sweaty, gloved palms, followed by a growing warmth as he compacted the matter into a sticky, warm paste, similar to massaging with hot gel. The sweat on his hands lubricated the process, causing the universes to slide and melt smoothly, a faint tingle of released energy absorbing into his divine skin, effortlessly strengthening his muscles. He applied unparalleled force between his hands; the universes had to be destroyed in their entirety, ensuring a perfect, flawless annihilation. That was his specialty: high-quality destruction. The microbes, the mortals, would never understand the good Melvin did by recycling them, preventing a multiversal collapse, only to then transform them into a personal ornament—a fate the elephant god deemed honorable for creatures of short existence. Mortals have always been too insignificant to comprehend such a thing that only a god like him can perfectly understand.
Once the crushing process was complete, Melvin separated his large hands, revealing the great multiversal disaster: the universes were reduced to little more than faint crumbs of light that were slowly fading away, the millions of solar systems, galaxies, and constellations within those universes pulverized into the deepest and darkest cosmic oblivion.
"There, a perfect rebirth ornament. Thanks to me, the multiverse breathes better... and I also have a new ornament for myself," Melvin said, pleased with himself, "Who wants the next turn in my hands?"
———————
Melvin, justifying himself somewhat as a multiversal guardian who must rid himself of overpopulated universes, crushes a group of universes with his bare hands... to turn them into a new personal adornment.
Yes, I decided to give the elephant god a makeover. I personally like how it turned out.
He thought some new decorations wouldn't hurt; he himself had already molded and created his own character objects with his artisan's hands, an art he has mastered perfectly since ancient times.
Having grown to a size so immeasurable it defies the imagination of the average mortal, Melvin left the confines of his universe and explored the infinite void of the multiverse. He was searching for a small but efficient cluster of universes that could be useful as mass for creating his new golden rings. They were more useful crushed than just floating there, useless, in the void. And it was then that Melvin observed a cluster of universes of various colors, spheres grouped together in utter disarray.
"This will do the trick."
Melvin approached the cluster of universes, where billions of living beings of all types and shapes reside, along with all kinds of galaxies and planets floating in the dark vastness of each one. However, that was of no interest to the elephant god, and all of it was about to disappear.
Calmly, Melvin circled the group of universes with his enormous, muscular, fleshy, dark brown hands, gloved with worn black latex fingerless gloves, as if he were harvesting ripe fruit, emanating afragrance of musk, sweat, and latex infusedThe palms of his hands sealed the universes in a prelude to the fatal destiny that awaited them, and his thick fingers blocked any possible escape from what Melvin would do to the universes at the mercy of his divine power. Melvin smiled slightly; everything seemed so small and insignificant compared to him, millions of lives about to be erased by the simplest of acts by a giant god.
"Hm, these universes seem perfect for a new gold ring... or maybe a piercing," Melvin said, in a casual, mocking tone.
Melvin didn't give much thought to the billions of mortal and immortal lives inhabiting those insignificant and unimportant universes in the grand scheme of the cosmos. He didn't even raise an eyebrow, knowing that there were immortal beings of great power: gods, basically. Why should he think about those tiny specks of dust? It wasn't worth wasting his time and straining his mind. It was more important to focus his mind on the action he was about to perform with his large hands than on lives that were going to disappear and wouldn't even be remembered by him.
"Anyway, let's not prolong this..."
The god Melvin began to close the already small space between the large palms and fingers of his hands. For those trapped in the universes, at the mercy of the power of a multiversal god who, in their eyes, was merely creating new ornaments, everything was unfolding in slow motion; time and space must have been warping from the aura of power emanating from Melvin's mere presence.
Melvin remains unfazed; all this is merely the creation of new embellishments for his already quite desirable appeal. However, the fact that there are so many beings in such a limited number of universes, all concentrated in a single area, means that the multiverse and this plane of reality could collapse and become saturated. It's better to get rid of the unnecessary, make space, and remove—or rather, crush—the junk that was just taking up extra space. A couple of million fewer lives won't make a difference.
As the hands closed, the universes contracted, and Melvin felt it.
All those unfortunate and wretched mortals inhabiting the universes between Melvin's muscular, gloved hands—little more than fragile, easily broken marbles—witnessed an abrupt and terrifying cosmic chaos: the skies suddenly darkened as a titanic "hand" eclipsed entire constellations, distorting starlight into aberrant patterns due to extreme gravitational curvature. Nearby stars imploded into fleeting black holes, causing gravitational tsunamis that split continents and evaporated oceans. The inhabitants felt massive planetary tremors, as if the world were being compressed; atmospheres ionized in blinding global auroras, and time dilated and warped, making seconds seem like eternities of panic.
Relaxedly, Melvin presses the universes between his sweaty palms, applying a colossal force that collapses the fabric of spacetime: galaxies are compressed into singularities, stars collide in instantaneous supernovae, and dark matter melts into a dense paste. The crushing generates massive gravitational waves that tear at the fabric of space, turning trillions of galaxies into a compact ball of plasma and decaying quarks.
"KRAK-SCRUNCH-BOOOM!!!".
Melvin felt a casual, relaxing satisfaction, like squeezing soft clay between his fingers. The initial crackle of cosmic structures breaking beneath his muscular force, a subtle tingle in his sweaty, gloved palms, followed by a growing warmth as he compacted the matter into a sticky, warm paste, similar to massaging with hot gel. The sweat on his hands lubricated the process, causing the universes to slide and melt smoothly, a faint tingle of released energy absorbing into his divine skin, effortlessly strengthening his muscles. He applied unparalleled force between his hands; the universes had to be destroyed in their entirety, ensuring a perfect, flawless annihilation. That was his specialty: high-quality destruction. The microbes, the mortals, would never understand the good Melvin did by recycling them, preventing a multiversal collapse, only to then transform them into a personal ornament—a fate the elephant god deemed honorable for creatures of short existence. Mortals have always been too insignificant to comprehend such a thing that only a god like him can perfectly understand.
Once the crushing process was complete, Melvin separated his large hands, revealing the great multiversal disaster: the universes were reduced to little more than faint crumbs of light that were slowly fading away, the millions of solar systems, galaxies, and constellations within those universes pulverized into the deepest and darkest cosmic oblivion.
"There, a perfect rebirth ornament. Thanks to me, the multiverse breathes better... and I also have a new ornament for myself," Melvin said, pleased with himself, "Who wants the next turn in my hands?"
———————
Melvin, justifying himself somewhat as a multiversal guardian who must rid himself of overpopulated universes, crushes a group of universes with his bare hands... to turn them into a new personal adornment.
Yes, I decided to give the elephant god a makeover. I personally like how it turned out.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fetish Other
Species Elephant
Size 2560 x 1440px
File Size 1.8 MB
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