Chapter 4 -- Explosion from Heaven
#4 of My Modern Bahamut
DISCLAIMERS & STUFF:
The following story contains nudity, descriptions of genitalia, and a moment of ejaculation, as well as an intimate father/son moment. Please do not read if this does not interest you! Otherwise, please enjoy, and forgive me for the shorter length this time! I will post the next part sooner to make up for it!
My Modern Bahamut
By Furio
7/16/2009
Chapter 4 - Explosion from Heaven
I didn't wake up. I was already up. I was aware that it was getting light out. I listened to the wall again. No noises. Dad might have already been up, but I didn't hear anything.
Still, I was afraid. I didn't want to go downstairs. I didn't want to even LOOK at my dad, as much as I was in love with him, or so I thought. I was confusing love with fear now, and I didn't know what to think. My head hurt with lack of sleep, and my joints ached all over, even though I experienced no growth over the night. The dream I had was practically forgotten, too.
I pulled on clothes and got my school apparel ready. I didn't want to take a shower or spend any time in the house that I didn't need to spend. Maybe I would skip breakfast, too.
I turned to look at the clock. 7:45.
"Holy shit," I said. The bus would be here in fifteen minutes!
It was like before mom had died, I was getting to school late again. The idea of driving in a car with dad was even more frightening a prospect than before. Even so, this gave me more of an excuse to get out of the house fast. I pulled the chair from the door, opened it, and rushed down the stairs.
Dad wasn't in the kitchen. Good, he was probably still asleep or something. I saw a box of Pop-Tarts on the counter and vigorously opened a packet, crammed it in my muzzle, and turned around to get my coat.
He was standing in the entryway, between the kitchen and stairs, huge bathrobe on.
I started choking, and forced myself to swallow the Pop-Tart. "Dad!" I exclaimed.
My father just looked at me. His eyes were dead, and burned holes into mine with yellow fire. He was standing straight and tall, and his wings were slightly spread. If he WAS a god, he was quite the frightening, imposing one now.
"Dad," I whispered, suddenly feeling very infantile. "Please...don't hurt me."
"I'm not going to hurt you," enunciated my dad carefully and quietly. I relaxed a bit under those words, but still felt very scared of what my dad was thinking. He took two steps closer to me. I took two steps back. "Don't move," he said. I stopped, and he took two steps forward again.
Nothing was said for a few seconds. I looked at the microwave clock in angst, hoping my dad would realize I was going to be late.
"Why."
It wasn't a question. It was a declaration, almost an order. I realized then that I never answered my dad's question that night. But how could I even BEGIN to explain?
"I...I don't know, dad."
"Bullshit," said my dad, cussing like mom never existed. "Why."
I swallowed. I could tell him everything, but he'd never believe me. He'd just say "Bullshit" again. Not even the truth would help. So could I lie instead? No, he'd just see through that, too. So instead, I just spoke one bit of horrible truth.
"Anything I say to you, you'll just say is bullshit."
"Not the truth," said my dad again, firmly and quietly. "And don't you DARE sass back at me like that." I could see his huge foreclaws start to ball up in fists, and I shook all over with fear.
"Dad..." I whispered. I bowed my head, not even opening my eyes to look at the reason. Here goes.
"Your.....y-your.... feet."
More silence. About a minute this time.
"My...feet?"
I nodded quickly, looking up to see my dad looking down at his own feet, then back up at me sharply. I flinched a bit.
"What about them?"
I had gone this far, I had no choice but to go further. "Dad, they're just...they're perfect!!"
My dad looked down again. "Nathan, they're just feet."
"I don't care, dad!" I shouted. "They're beautiful!! Every part of you, every part of your goddamn body...is PERFECT! You're like...like the...the most beautiful dragon ever...You're like Bahamut, dad!!!"
My father's eyes widened very slowly at my words, and his muzzle parted slowly. "What?!" he breathed out firmly, in quiet shock.
"Dad, I'm sorry! I can't explain it! I don't know why I'm feeling these things, I'm sorry! I'm sorry for what I did last night...but I...I just...Dad... I..."
I struggled to get out the words "I'm in love with you," but upon watching my father stagger backwards a few feet and hold on to the countertop for support, I felt that I had shocked my father enough.
"Dad...are...are you okay?"
My dad gripped the sides of the counter and looked into the sink. His breathing became heavy and laboured. "Nathannn..." he growled with what looked like increased anger. He gripped the sides harder and harder, grunting with heated breaths.
I completely forgot about the incident last month. "Daddy..." I whispered.
He tore off the first layer of woodwork from the counter and lifted his head in an agonizing roar.
"GGGRRRRRRRRRRRAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
"DAD!" I screamed.
"Just...JUST GO TO SCHOOL!!!" yelled my dad, who immediately covered his mouth and ran upstairs again. I followed a bit to see that he had run into the bathroom, and heard sickening noises of vomiting.
I slowly turned back to the kitchen, picked up my coat, and threw it over my back and wings. I walked slowly out the door to the mailbox, watching the bus slow down for me.
I wished it would have sped up, instead. I was in a perfect position to throw myself in front of it, too.
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I came back that night to a dark empty house. Dad was gone. No dinner, no conversation, nothing. Good.
I fixed myself a bowl of cereal and sat down to think.
What were my options now? Suicide? Running away? Therapy? The last one seemed most reasonable. Maybe...maybe dad would okay that and see me as someone desiring to return to normalcy. When/if my dad calmed down again, I would bring that up.
I threw down my spoon with a clatter. Who the fuck was I kidding? Dad would calm down over THIS? He saw me licking on his damn FEET for crying out loud! He already knows his own son is attracted to him, and he's driven himself SICK over it!
I wondered if my dad would ever come home. Maybe he ran away for good. Again, it felt like the roles of father and son were reversed now.
Maybe that was it. Maybe my father felt threatened by me. I threatened his maleness...his heterosexuality...his dominance. I sighed and continued eating with sadness, wondering if that front door would ever open tonight.
Both my parents gone. So what to do? I was sixteen, did that mean I had to get a job and live life on my own? Maybe so.
I washed my bowl and spoon and went upstairs to try to do some homework. After finishing it at 7 PM, I took off my clothes and went to bed, just wanting the day to end.
It wouldn't end before the best thing in the world happened.
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I groaned. My stomach was rumbling. Maybe cereal wasn't the best thing for dinner.
I turned around in the bed, moving my wings to try to sleep on my stomach. No good. I growled angrily and got back on my back, feeling the pain in my abdomen move lower. Much lower...down to my legs.
Oh shit, I thought. Oh no.
I shut my eyes tight, not wanting to have anymore nightmares. Not now. I groaned and felt tightness in my calves stretch and rip apart as I felt them grow and thicken. I felt the insides of my thighs stretch as well, as if someone was pulling down at my legs, stretching them slowly and painfully.
"DAMMIT!" I yelled. "STOP!" I knew nobody was there, but this still hurt so much. I growled and roared in pain as I felt my feet grow a bit further; apparently they hadn't completed their growth, either.
"Owwww," I growled, opening my eyes to look down at my legs. Yes, they were definitely bigger, and I could see the skin on my thighs bubbling slowly, as if it was a thick green fondue. My stomach turned at the thought, and I looked up to see another huge dragon standing over me.
I blinked. No, this had to be another nightmare. My dad.
"Beautiful," I heard him whisper.
"Oh please, no," I muttered, feeling my legs hurting again, and the pain crawling up to my hip-joints. "I don't want to dream about this, please!!!" I balled up my fists and punched them on my head, hoping the pain of hitting myself would overcome the pain in my lower body, when I felt a gentle yet strong touch on my right foreclaw.
"You're not dreaming," said the most gentle, deep voice I've ever heard.
I opened my eyes, and my muzzle dropped open. My dad was leaning close to me, by my side, holding my foreclaw gently. His eyes expressed nothing but tenderness and intimacy, as if this morning and last night never happened. I was shocked, but roared again as another twinge of pain stabbed through my right thigh.
"OWW!!!!"
"It's okay, it's okay," said my father, clasping my foreclaw gently with both of his. "Daddy's here....daddy's here..."
I was momentarily confused as to why dad was calling himself the same title that had annoyed him the last two times I said it, but a strange sensation in my lower abdomen stopped me. It didn't exactly hurt, but it was bizarre. It felt like there was warmth gathering into me...centering into my body. "Dad," I whispered, "Wh-what's happening?!"
"The Quickening," my father whispered so slowly and almost erotically. "It's happening...at last..."
My father was looking between my legs. I gasped and my eyes widened as I watched the slit slowly open all by itself, widening slowly. The feeling in my abdomen increased, like something was growing deep inside.
"Dad..." I whispered again. I could feel his foreclaw press tightly against mine, his claws folding between mine, clasping us together.
"It's okay," my father whispered. "Let it happen...watch..."
I watched and moaned as the warmth continue to gather into me. It felt so strange, but also incredible. It felt like my body was growing, yet no actual growth was occurring. The soles of my feet felt like they were tingling, and I squeezed my dad's foreclaw a bit more, as I watched a bit of fluid bubble up out of my slit.
"Dad," I breathed, "W-what's that?"
"Your hatchling fluid," whispered my dad slowly. "The last remnants of your childhood, from the egg. It's out of you...behold..."
I found myself excited by my dad's words, and watched as my slit widened a bit more, and I saw something slowly peep out of it. It was thick and cylindrical, with a rounded tip, and it was growing steadily out of the slit in my body, complete with a quiet stretching sound, as if rubber was being pulled apart. I breathed laboriously, watching this magnificent display. It was like a flower was growing out of my body at an accelerated rate.
My penis.
Whenever I had gone to the bathroom, I had always done what most dragons do: crouched over the toilet bowl and relieved myself, letting all the urine and waste pour out of me, with nothing to show of where it came from. So this was truly the first time I had ever seen my own penis.
"Gods above," whispered my dad. He was transfixed on my penis, eyes wide, muzzle open, clearly in awe of this most momentous occasion.
I turned to look at my dad. "Dad..." I began. I meant to ask him if he was ENJOYING watching his son's penis grow, but instead he turned to me and whispered, "Son..." in the most tender way possible.
Our muzzles were less than inch apart. His eyes never looked more loving. I swear, I could just kiss---
*STTTTREETCCHH!!!*
"FFFUCK!!!" I screamed, feeling a ripping pain in my penis.
"Calm down!" yelled my father, clasping my foreclaw again. "It's okay! It's alright! Just breathe! Let it happen!"
"Let WHAT happen?" I growled angrily. I looked back at my penis.
"Holy..." was all I could say.
My penis had suddenly bent. The head of it looked towards me, as if to angrily question my sudden interest in it. My feet scratched against the bed rapidly as I felt a swelling pain in the base of my penis, and I watched three thick rings push out from within, one on top of the other. It hurt like fucking hell. I swore. I screamed. And all the while, dad kept his foreclaw clasped against mine. I thought I would rip his foreclaw off, I was yanking and squeezing it so hard, but he just held fast against me, continuing the "Just breathe...let it happen...just breathe," with me. The way he said that, I felt like a dragoness about to lay an egg. If I wasn't in so much pain, I would have felt extremely embarrassed.
"UUGGGHHH!!" I groaned as I felt the tip of my penis being squeezed and pushed all around into a bulge, then a point, then finally a feeling of explosive heat surround every part of my body. I roared out loud, causing everything in my bedroom to shake, feeling my heart racing as it churned out massive quantities of blood, all coursing into my transformed penis.
"O-owww..." I moaned, feeling the pain subside gradually. I only realized then that the sheets were practically soaking from sweat that I was producing. "Shit," I mumbled, feeling them with my free claw.
"It's okay, I'll clean them. Don't worry," said my father again, continuing to clasp my other foreclaw. "You're okay. It's all over."
I laid very still, my head propped up a bit on the pillows. I didn't react. I didn't blink. I looked at my penis.
No, it wasn't.
I took a few deep breaths. I looked long at my penis. It was truly a sight to see. So unique, crafted so intricately, like a priceless statue. It spasmed lightly as I felt more and more blood pour into it. I could see it pulsing with my heartbeat. I could even see veins starting to appear on the shaft....
"Nathan?" asked my dad, a bit louder than a whisper this time, "Nathan, are you okay?"
I didn't respond. The pain was all gone, yes, but I didn't let go from my father's grasp. Instead, I felt a smile creep over my muzzle. No more pain.
Pleasure.
My body felt very warm. Warm, safe, and comfortable. A feeling from long ago that I still couldn't identify, but felt more familiarity with as my father continued to hold my foreclaw.
My penis pulsed again, and I felt the warmth of blood and heat rush into it. I murred pleasurably, lolling my head back and sighing deeply. "Mmmmmmm..."
"Nathan?" asked my dad again, seeming confused.
I looked again at my penis. Beautiful. I had a beautiful, incredible penis. I looked at my large feet and slowly wiggled the toeclaws. Equally beautiful. My strong legs. My chest. My arms.
I turned my head. My father.
"Dadddyyyy..." I whispered, probably sounding completely drunk.
"N-nathan?" whispered my dad in confusion. He started to let go of my foreclaw, but I took both of mine and held both of his.
"Don't...let go, dad," I whispered.
My father didn't smile, but didn't pull back either. "I won't, my son. I'm here."
I smiled and leaned back again, pulling back one foreclaw, keeping the other secure in my dad's huge foreclaws. I breathed deeply, my stomach inflating and deflating at a slow rhythm, feeling my penis grow larger and stretch more and more with added blood. I dizzily looked up at it.
I'm guessing it was about nine inches.
I smiled and looked around me. Everything in my bedroom seemed to be glowing. Everything looked incredibly beautiful and wonderful.
I momentarily regained a sense of reason. "Dad," I whispered, "What...what's happening?"
"This must be..." my father whispered quietly. "The true......The Quickening..."
I looked at my penis again. Drops of fluid were bubbling out of the slit at the tip of it. They ran slowly down my shaft, making it gleam brightly in the moonlight that filtered through my window curtains. I felt my breathing quicken, and my abdomen grow warm and tight, as if something else was growing inside me. I later realized that it was in fact my testicles finally maturing and producing the very first sperm cells within me.
"D-dad," I whispered again, looking back at my father. Suddenly, my father looked incredibly perfect. He seemed to be the most important thing in this room, more important than my penis, more than myself, more than anything in this entire universe.
"Son, it's okay...I..."
"Dad, I love you!!! I'm IN love with you!!!"
My father stopped his sentence in mid-phrase. His muzzle still hung open. Slowly he closed it and let one of his foreclaws go, reaching out to lightly place it on the side of my muzzle.
"I love you, too, Nathan."
He said it. My brain processed that it had picked up signals that translated to spoken words, that in turn translated into feelings, emotions, and sensations!
I love you.
My father. He loved me. He said it. HE ACTUALLY SAID IT!
My penis felt hotter than the sun. My breathing rate was becoming wildly random. I felt dizzy and not in control of anything as my body went wild with arousal and pleasurable sensations. My brain seemed to explode, too, splattering the insides of my head with images of my father: naked, clothed, sexual, nonsexual. My father became the center of my being right then and there, and he became my entire universe. It was as if he had swallowed me whole, and I was flying through every single corner of his body as a singular drop of his blood.
My father let go of my foreclaw. He stood up.
Suddenly I felt scared. "NO, DAD! DON'T GO!!"
But he didn't go. He slowly moved to the foot of the bed, where I had first seen him when I woke up with pain in my body. This time, there was nothing but pleasure. I watched him slowly turn to face me, centered right in front of me. He slowly spread his wings out behind him, as far as room would allow.
"D-dad?" I whispered shakily, my body still flooded with growing sensations of fire and passion. "Wh-what-"
I watched as the broadest smile stretched across his green muzzle. He straightened his back, flexing his shoulders broadly across.
He slowly lifted one huge foot off the ground and placed it directly on my enormous penis.
My eyes and muzzle shot open as wide as they could get.
"I....am.....Bahamut," said my father, formally and distinctly, spreading his arms and wings out wide.
That did it.
"OHHHH FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHCK!!!!!!"
I roared. I flailed my arms and legs wildly while my father squeezed his huge perfect foot against my penis, and I felt and watched it practically explode. A thick, viscuous stream of whiteness shot out and hit me square in the face, then another burst flew out of my and hit me in the muzzle, where I tasted a sweet, creamy texture that settled down deep inside me. I continued to gurgle and roar loudly as five more bursts shot out of my penis, my father pushing his foot on it with every ejaculation, his toeclaws wiggling for me in such incredibly lustful ways that I can't even begin to describe!
"DAD!!!! DAD!!! DAD!!" I screamed over and over again, the perverse thoughts continuing to overcome my mind as I felt the orgasm empower my whole body. I hit the bed with my fists over and over, cussing, screaming, roaring, and shaking every object in the room. My dad kept his foot on my penis as it finally subsided in its throes, only quivering as the last dregs of semen spurted out of it onto my abdomen. I watched with a bit of sadness as my penis began to shrink, slowly melting back into the confines of my body, my slit slowly closing again, leaving only my sweaty, naked, cum-stained body as evidence of the power it possessed.
My father also drew his foot back slowly, setting it back on the carpet. He slowly folded his arms and looked long at me, but everything was starting to get blurry. My head hurt, and I felt myself lapse into unconsciousness.
But there was one last thing I noticed...one thing that rumbled through my head as I fell into an extremely deep sleep.
Was there...a lump....in my dad's...boxers........?
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I blinked my eyes open. Light...and warmth. Two wonderful things to wake up to.
Once my brain managed to process coherent thoughts again, I realized that it was Saturday, and I could stay in bed as long as I wanted, as long as dad didn't want me to do any work.
I blinked again. I then became aware of my surroundings.
I was in bed, the sheets pulled over me, feeling extremely warm and secure. Everything just felt extremely perfect, for some reason.
I sat up slowly and stretched my arms, feeling my muscles and bones crack naturally and pleasurably as my joints loosened up after sleeping.
I pulled the covers off to swing my leg---
That's when the memories came hurtling back to me.
My eyes widened at seeing my suddenly huge legs, finally matching my huge feet for their increased size. Huge legs? When did my legs get...
Oh no, I thought.
I suddenly remembered it. That dream. My dad...his foot...my penis...everything was coming back. I quickly looked between my legs, but nothing was there. Just the normal slit, like every day, with no evidence of an erection or any fluid that I had spurted out the night before.
I started hyperventilating a bit as I remembered pieces of the dream and how incredible it was. I even smiled at the idea of my father pushing that huge, godlike foot against my own penis, coaxing me into my very first orgasm. I sighed and fell back on the pillow, lolling my long tongue out at the sweet memory.
But then I opened my eyes and frowned. That was a dream. Which meant...which meant my dad...
Had he come home yet? Was he still pissed off at me? Dreams and reality started to separate again for me, and I shivered with more fear at the thought of having to face my dad.
I swung my huge legs over the bed, enjoying how big they were, but frowning at how my torso now looked smaller than my legs. I hoped that it would grow, getting this Quickening crap over and done with sooner than later.
I went to my closet to choose some jeans to wear when I frowned again. All my jeans would be too small now! I started to panic, as I didn't want to ask dad for new jeans, especially while I couldn't wear any myself.
I started to give up until I spotted one extra pair of jeans that was a darker blue than the others. It didn't look familiar. I pulled it out of the closet and looked at it more carefully. Then I unfolded them and held them against my waist.
Why had I never seen these before?
I pulled them on to my legs and was surprised to see that they fit almost perfectly, my huge feet poking out of the bottom. Questions ran through my mind as I went into my dresser and pulled out a plain white t-shirt, pulling it over my head, wings, and chest.
But I didn't leave the room yet. No, instead, I sat on the bed, tapping my footclaws against the carpet anxiously, wondering if I would see anyone downstairs.
I looked at the clock. 9:35. What if he was still gone? Worse yet, what if he was here?
I picked myself up and took a deep breath, trying to ready myself for the worst. I reached for the doorknob and pulled it at, the door swinging open with a creak. I walked quietly down the hall to the stairs, listening for the slightest noise. Nothing.
I crept downstairs, trying not to make any noise on each level, though a few stairs managed to squeak. I couldn't believe how intensely afraid I was, and how every single movement I made was being calculated in my head.
I peeked into the kitchen from the lowest stair. Nobody.
I walked into it, wondering if I should just have breakfast, or if I should see if my father was around before pretending that I didn't care about his well-being. Letting the latter option win, I walked through the far-side passage of the kitchen into the den.
He was sitting on the couch, leaning over, head in his foreclaws.
I stood there, just looking at him for two minutes. He did not move one bit. If he wasn't in such an odd position, I would have worried that he was dead. I'm not even sure if he knew I was there.
"Sh....should we talk?" I dared to ask.
He didn't move. He just stayed in that position. I heard an odd grunting sound, presumably from him.
Was he crying?
"Dad?" I asked. "Are you okay?" I moved closer to the couch, my footfalls making the slightest sound on the carpet. He still didn't move.
I felt myself shake as tears started to choke up in me. I didn't want anymore pain in either of our lives. "Dad, say something! Anything!"
My dad slowly raised his head up at me. I stepped back a bit in fear.
His eyes were nearly bloodshot, as if he had been drinking. They looked dead to the whole world. His eyebrow ridges were arched downward in that sad, painful expression that I could never look at without wanting to kiss his problems away.
"Nathan..." he croaked. His voice was hoarse and heavy.
"Dad," I whispered. "Were you drinking?"
My father blinked slowly and shook his head side to side. I could say he was lying, but then again, I wasn't sure. My dad never liked alcohol, due to the horror stories he heard from mom's parents.
I got down on one knee so I was level with my dad's face, if not lower. "Dad, talk to me. Tell me what's wrong!!" I said.
"I'm not ready yet, Nathan..." said my dad quietly. He slowly got up and walked towards the kitchen at a snail's pace, away from me. I was still kneeling on the floor.
"When WILL you be ready, dad? How long are things gonna be like this?"
He stopped, his shoulders lifting a bit, then sagging, as if he had shrugged.
"But Dad, it's December!!! CHRISTMAS is coming! Are we gonna be like this then?"
"I...don't know," said my father hoarsely.
I thought vigorously. I was determined not to lose my dad. Not now, not ever. "Then...dad, I need you to promise me something."
He turned his head towards me, fixing one bloodshot eye on me.
"D-dad...Promise me you'll talk to me about everything that's bothering you...before Christmas. If you get me nothing else for Christmas....get me that. Please?!"
My dad's eye shifted focus instantly, giving me the impression that he was seriously thinking about this offer. I watched him nod, to my relief. "Okay. I promise."
I breathed deeply. "Alright," I said.
My dad started walking to the kitchen again, but something in me caused me to stand and blurt out, "Dad, I know you miss mom, but she wouldn't want..."
"I don't miss your mother, Nathan," said my dad.
My heart jumped. "Wait, WHAT?" I called out, moving closer to my father.
"Nathan, NOT NOW," said my father firmly. "I'll tell you when I'm ready....before Christmas."
I watched my father walk into the kitchen at a steadier, faster pace. This time, I was the one to sit on the couch with my head in my foreclaws, thoughts racing through my brain.
My parents....they had fought....I remembered angry words...but...what about?
And why...why was I feeling anger towards my dead mother?
To be continued...in Chapter 5
Post-note: A shorter chapter...I apologize. And it's coming out rather quickly so I can keep on par with the story on FurAffinity. :) But now you finally get to read something SEXUAL! 
Special thanks to the people at zetacreations.com , as I fashioned Nathan's penis after the dragon dildo that they made.
And in case you're wondering, what just happened to Nathan, except for the transformation in his legs, was all a dream.....
.........right?
;)