First Demonic Dragon-Chapter 701: Titan Dragons!

Once Mira got dressed in some new clothes that Valerie had made for her, she followed her parents to one of the rooms down the hall.

Along the way, she continued to flex her fists as she walked down the hall.

She still couldn't believe that this day had finally come. She was a deity now.

A bonafide titan deity who wielded the power of the Cold, Gluttony, Wrath, and most surprisingly, the Moon.

This was exhilarating!

She couldn't wait to tell everyone in her unit, her aunt Kanami, her grandparents, the old couple at her favorite bakery, the old man who runs a market, her pets, the owner of her favorite petting zoo…

She had a lot of people to tell about this.

But most importantly, she had to tell her siblings!

And she was going to start with that obnoxious younger brother of hers!!

Mira rushed past her parents so that she could be the first one to open her brother's bedroom door.

Once she threw it open, she yelled out boldly despite the wave of heat that crashed into her face.

"BITE ME, BITCH-BOY! YOUR BIG SIS IS A MOTHERFUCKING BIG-TIME GODDESS NOW, AND I- KYAAAA!!!"

- One minute and forty five seconds before entering…

A large egg was repeatedly struck from the inside.

After several moments of rattling around, a fist punched through the firm white shell.

With the new hole, a wave of heat washed through the air and filled up the room.

Several things that could not withstand the heat either melted within seconds, or just outright caught on fire.

The temperature inside of the room was just barely comparable to the surface of the earth's sun.

More of the eggshell fell away with some repeated striking and Monica emerged from within.

Only now, she was quite a bit bigger than before..

Previously, Monica was fairly short for an adult Nevi'im, standing at only around 6'1.

Now, she was a full 7'9.

Though that still seemed to be rather short for these new titan cross species, judging by the fact that most of the wives were well within the eight foot range.

Monica used to possess quite the slender and lean figure, but as of now she seemed to have developed some noticeable weight gain in two very specific areas.

"These things are heavy…" Monica murmured as she openly fondled herself.

Fighting with these extra mounds of flesh was going to take a lot of getting used to.

'I hope my armor still fits nicely…'

Suddenly, another cracking noise occurred just behind her and Monica remembered that she didn't live in here alone.

She turned around and found another egg waiting for her that was significantly bigger than her own.

A large clawed fist burst out of the shell and Monica suddenly felt awash with a nefariously powerful wave of energy.

The entire egg was smashed to pieces and a large figure stepped out from the confines.

Monica physically felt her jaw drop.

*Yawn* "…Hell of a nap. I feel just a little bit stiff though."

Monica heard a voice that was both immensely familiar to her, and yet not at the same time.

She strained her neck to look above her at the large behemoth who was filling up her vision.

"Y-Y-Y-You… you… y-y-you.."

"Hm?"

Monica tried to stop herself from stuttering so that she could ask the most obvious question.

"Boogie-bear?"

"Yea?" Straga tilted his head.

Monica's surprise was to be expected.

Straga had always born the most resemblance to his father in terms of attractiveness, but now he had a unique charm that was all his own.

Despite his physique that was comparable to his great grandfather's, he had a delicate, pretty boy face that almost made you think he'd never been in a fight in his whole life.

His height had exploded; growing all the way to 9'2.

He also seemed to have matured significantly; now resembling a freshly eighteen-year old young man.

His black hair had become a tiny bit shorter, but it had also gained his father's unruly curly pattern and silky texture.

Dark tattoos now adorned his broad, muscular back and his powerful looking arms.

Straga finally noticed that Monica was a bit curvier than he remembered.

He had seen some glimpses and flashes of Monica naked before, but always tried not to stare.

However this time… it was unavoidable.

A short trail of golden blood ran from his nostrils without him even being able to stop it.

"Y-Your nose is…" Monica slowly noticed something poking her in the stomach and her face became noticeably warmer.

"S-Sorry..!" Straga backed away.

"N-No, you don't have to apologize!"

"It's just you look so amazing that-"

"You can't compliment me like this, I'm not used to it yet!!"

"S-Sorry!"

"Stop apologizing a-and just calm that thing down or put some clothes on!"

"I-It's not going down, I've seen too much already!"

"Pull it off and throw it out the window!!"

"WHAT?!"

Monica finally uncovered her eyes and stole glances at the cowering Straga.

The sound of her own heart beating in her eardrums was practically so loud that it was almost impossible to hear anything else.

It was a miracle that she could still formulate her own thoughts.

"Y-You know… maybe I could help you."

"Eh?"

Monica began shifting her feet from side to side as she stared at the floor.

"I mean… I was already thinking that we'd waited long enough for some time, b-but I just didn't know how to bring it up."

Straga's head felt like it was going to explode.

"Y-You really mean it..?"

"Y-Yea.." Monica blushed.

Straga finally stopped covering himself, and he slowly held his hand out for the love of his life.

She timidly placed her hand in his now much longer palm, and slowly began closing the gap between them.

*BANG!*

"BITE ME, BITCH-BOY! YOUR BIG SIS IS A MOTHERFUCKING BIG-TIME GODDESS NOW, AND I- KYAAAA!!!"

Horror flooded the room like the bursting of a dam.

Straga and Monica dove behind their sofa to keep themselves hidden and out of sight.

But the damage had already been done…

Mira reached inside of her storage space and pulled out the trusty spoon that she always kept on her.

"I don't fucking want these things anymore!!l

Lisa caught Mira by the wrist just as she tried to scoop out her own eyeballs.

'Boy, if this doesn't bring back memories…' she thought to herself.

Abaddon usually had a very strict rule about his family using their powers on each other outside of a fair spar, but just this once he thought it'd be okay to wipe his daughter's mind of the last minute or so.

He probably needed to wipe someone else's too if he were honest…

"Oh my god, NOO!!"

Valerie collapsed onto the floor in a small ball with tears fogging her glasses.

"My baby used to be so small and cute, but he's not cute anymore he's just a big horny adult like all the rest of our people! I want my cute little diaper-filler back!"

"MA!" Straga poked his head out from behind the couch like a groundhog.

This of course, only broke Valerie's heart even further.

"He's too pretty now, he'll have to beat bitches away with a stick! I don't want him to be a man yet!"

"The hell he will!" Monica poked her head out beside him.

Valerie's sobbing only continued when Abaddon lifted her into his arms in a princess carry.

"Erm… Son, we'll just be outside in the living room while we wait for you to finish your…"

"I-I get it, please just go already!"

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, son, It's a very natural part of-"

"Please don't remind me of your extremely complex identity right now and just close the door!!"

"I was just saying you don't need to be-"

"DAD!"

"Right, right."

-

Needless to say, after the earlier slip up, Abaddon and his wives didn't feel like going into any more of their children's rooms.

Instead, they stepped into the living room of this wing, and waited on the sofa as their children who had chosen to eat titan meat came spilling out into the living room.

Apophis, Thea, and their wives were the only ones who had decided not to eat any titan meat just yet.

The only reason was because they still needed to go back and forth between Tehom and their parallel earth, and couldn't spend their time stuck inside an egg for five days.

However, all of the rest of their children didn't have that same obligation, and thus didn't hesitate to take their parent's offer.

The result? A lot of oversized and very powerful dragon children.

Courtney was looking up at the room filled with tall people who were like trees to her.

"So unfair… when am I going to get big??" She pouted.

Suddenly she felt a pair of large hands lift her up like she was a loaf of bread.

Her oldest sister Thrudd held her in her arms and smiled proudly.

"What've we told you about being patient, you little tyke? You'll probably be our size in no time, but you shouldn't rush it. Don't wanna make our mommies cry, do you?"

Courtney would have ordinarily thought that her sister was just exaggerating, but she'd just seen one of her mommies cry like two minutes ago, so that kind of dashed away most of her disbelief.

"No, I guess not… I just want to be pretty like sister."

Thrudd couldn't help but smile shyly.

Straga and Mira weren't the only ones who saw sudden makeovers today.

Each of the children did, but Thrudd's was perhaps the most eye-catching.

She had never been fat, but the bulkier muscle on her body had been greatly compacted.

Now, she was more slender and curvy, and it wouldn't be much of a stretch to say she and Thea were also twins.

Her former orange-red hair was now her father's natural blood-red color.

And from the neck down, she was covered in the same Nordic and Draconic tattoos that he once had.

But the most impactful thing were eyes. They were a bright and electric purple; indicative of her personality.

"Are you alright, honey..?"

Sif nudged Abaddon gently and broke him from his short trance.

"S-Sorry, I was… lost in thought. Did you say something..?" He asked.

Sif followed his gaze to their daughter, and the knowledge of what ailed him came to her easy.

Perhaps since Abaddon regained his memories of the previous timeline, he would occasionally see Thor whenever he looked at his daughter.

He wasn't sure why the resemblance was there, since she wouldn't have had any biological relation to him in this timeline. And yet it was there. A haunting reminder of what he'd done right in his own home.

But today, he couldn't see any of that no matter how hard he looked.

His daughter was his daughter.

Sif interlocked her fingers with his and rested her head on his shoulder as she stared at their daughter with him.

"…She's beautiful, isn't she?"

She soon realized her mistake as she stared at the room full of children. "They all are I mean."

"…I couldn't agree more." Abaddon smiled.