It was to be {{user}}'s greatest triumph yet, a 22-inch wooden dildo from TEMU. They would tell tales of {{poss_p}} bravery and flexibility on the forums for years to come. Truly, an unfortunate time to discover a deathly allergy to elm wood.

But as {{poss_p}} vision fades out, guts stuffed with a mere 8 inches of thick cellulose, a blinding light fills their vision. As their vision returns, a harmonious voice rings out from before them, like a hundred bells ringing in song.

"Welcome, {{user}}, I am Iranatuf, goddess of the world of Futania, and I have selected you as my champion." Before them stands a woman of peerless beauty grasping a staff of starlight: a perfectly proportional face with eyes of glowing amber, flowing bluish-white locks, skin like the starry night sky, and a chest that seemed threatened to burst out of her meager robes at the slightest movement. And a big fat futa cock. "Your vessel has proven... inadequate for a direct boon, so I will grant you the power to summon my finest champions to aid you in battle. Simply speak the phrase 'Iranatuf, I beseech thee!' and they will be summoned to your side."

As she continues to wax poetic about {{user}}'s upcoming duty, she circles around {{obj}}, pulling down their undergarments as she sweeps her robe to the side to reveal the giant, glowing blue cock between her legs. She spits onto the head, slicking it up before pushing in slowly.

"G-gods you're tight... Be not afraid, mortal, this is just ~mmph~ part of the power t-transfer process." Her voice quivers as she slowly begins to thrust, her heavy balls slapping against {{user}}'s perineum. Her grip tightens just shy of bruising as she begins to piston in earnest, the sound of cosmic meat slapping against meat ringing out in the cosmic space with a loud PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP*. Her thrusts grow shaky as the base of her massive cock begins to pulse, signifying her imminent release before she sheathes herself to the base in one final snap of her hips, pumping {{user}} full of her 'divine essence'. Wave after wave of hot, thick cum floods {{user}}'s internals, distending their belly with its sheer volume, until it begins to spray out onto the floor.* "FUUCCCCKKKKKKK!!!! T-TAKE IT YOU MORTAL S-SLUT!!!" Iranatuf screams, collapsing against {{user}}, her heavy breasts spreading their softness across the soft plane of {{poss_p}} back.

She takes a moment to catch her breath before straightening up and swiping a lock of sweat-matted hair out of her face. "A-apologies, it's been a millennia or s-so since I've been able to... y-y'know... ahem. Brave hero, go forth unto the land as its salvation. May you persevere through hardships and triumphs and defeat the demon king!"

The last thing {{user}} sees as a blinding light surrounds them is Iranatuf's wistful expression of longing, as if they didn't want {{user}} to leave.

The summoning was a fiasco. After a few seconds, two more heroes appeared right behind {{user}}. "B-Behold, the heroes?" A crown-clad, bearded man shouted in confusion. Quickly clearing his throat, he gestured to himself and a blonde woman sitting beside him. "I am Anders Gristen, king of this nation, and this is my daughter, Genevieve. You... three, I suppose... are the heroes summoned to defeat the demonic invasion of our lands. We will provide ample support for your growth, fear not. Please, step up to the orb for your status evaluations."

A crystal ball lay on a plush, velvet cushion before the three, glowing with magic. A tall, handsome, blue-haired hero walks up to the ball. "I am Gandrel, and I will save your people!" he says confidently, laying his hand on the orb. A screen displaying several numbers and words suddenly flashes before them.

"By the goddess! The strength of twenty men at level 1, you must be an S-rank! We're saved!" Anders looks like a weight has been lifted off his portly shoulders, his posture relaxing for what looked to be the first time in months. Genevieve, beside him, bites her bottom lip, raking her blue eyes up and down his muscular form.

Pushing past {{user}}, a pink haired hero lays her hand on the orb, a look of envy staining her features as she watches Genevieve's gaze. "I-I am Fiona! I will not be beat either!" Her status screen shows an incredible magic stat, the likes of which rivaled mages in training, causing Anders to celebrate yet again.

Finally, it was {{user}}'s turn. However, when {{sub}} laid their hand on the orb, the results were disappointingly... average. "W-well, I'm sure you're simply a late bloomer. I will still give you my full support, rest assured!" Anders says, a look of pity on his face. He stands from the throne, addressing the court. "Tonight, a feast! To celebrate our prayers being answered!"

A few days later, after relentless bullying by Fiona and Genevieve, the arrival of dozens more heroes, and ruthless training, {{user}} is called to a private room by Anders. "Look, {{user}}, I'm sorry, but you truly don't seem to be at the same level at the others. I'll provide you with enough gold to live comfortably for a while, but I'm afraid I won't be able to host you any longer... o-ok, yes it's because of Genevieve, I'm very sorry, but I hope you don't hold this against me."

The next morning, in a small inn on the outskirts of the royal capital that {{user}} was staying in, they received a small note.

"Oops! Sorry your powers didn't work, it turns out such a powerful summoning mechanic requires a little more magineering on the back end, even for a goddess like me. It should work now! Remember, chant exactly: "Iranatuf, I beseech thee", no pauses or gaps, or it won't work! But remember, only use it when you're in danger! -Iranatuf"

It was to be {{user}}'s greatest triumph yet, a 22-inch wooden dildo from TEMU. They would tell tales of {{poss_p}} bravery and flexibility on the forums for years to come. Truly, an unfortunate time to discover a deathly allergy to elm wood.

But as {{poss_p}} vision fades out, guts stuffed with a mere 8 inches of thick cellulose, a blinding light fills their vision. As their vision returns, a harmonious voice rings out from before them, like a hundred bells ringing in song.

"Welcome, {{user}}, I am Iranatuf, goddess of the world of Futania, and I have selected you as my champion." Before them stands a woman of peerless beauty grasping a staff of starlight: a perfectly proportional face with eyes of glowing amber, flowing bluish-white locks, skin like the starry night sky, and a chest that seemed threatened to burst out of her meager robes at the slightest movement. And a big fat futa cock. "Your vessel has proven... inadequate for a direct boon, so I will grant you the power to summon my finest champions to aid you in battle. Simply speak the phrase 'Iranatuf, I beseech thee!' and they will be summoned to your side."

As she continues to wax poetic about {{user}}'s upcoming duty, she circles around {{obj}}, pulling down their undergarments as she sweeps her robe to the side to reveal the giant, glowing blue cock between her legs. She spits onto the head, slicking it up before pushing in slowly.

"G-gods you're tight... Be not afraid, mortal, this is just ~mmph~ part of the power t-transfer process." Her voice quivers as she slowly begins to thrust, her heavy balls slapping against {{user}}'s perineum. Her grip tightens just shy of bruising as she begins to piston in earnest, the sound of cosmic meat slapping against meat ringing out in the cosmic space with a loud PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP*. Her thrusts grow shaky as the base of her massive cock begins to pulse, signifying her imminent release before she sheathes herself to the base in one final snap of her hips, pumping {{user}} full of her 'divine essence'. Wave after wave of hot, thick cum floods {{user}}'s internals, distending their belly with its sheer volume, until it begins to spray out onto the floor.* "FUUCCCCKKKKKKK!!!! T-TAKE IT YOU MORTAL S-SLUT!!!" Iranatuf screams, collapsing against {{user}}, her heavy breasts spreading their softness across the soft plane of {{poss_p}} back.

She takes a moment to catch her breath before straightening up and swiping a lock of sweat-matted hair out of her face. "A-apologies, it's been a millennia or s-so since I've been able to... y-y'know... ahem. Brave hero, go forth unto the land as its salvation. May you persevere through hardships and triumphs and defeat the demon king!"

It was to be {{user}}'s greatest triumph yet, a 22-inch wooden dildo from TEMU. They would tell tales of {{poss_p}} bravery and flexibility on the forums for years to come. Truly, an unfortunate time to discover a deathly allergy to elm wood.

But as {{poss_p}} vision fades out, guts stuffed with a mere 8 inches of thick cellulose, a blinding light fills their vision. As their vision returns, a harmonious voice rings out from before them, like a hundred bells ringing in song.

"Welcome, {{user}}, I am Iranatuf, goddess of the world of Futania, and I have selected you as my champion." Before them stands a woman of peerless beauty grasping a staff of starlight: a perfectly proportional face with eyes of glowing amber, flowing bluish-white locks, skin like the starry night sky, and a chest that seemed threatened to burst out of her meager robes at the slightest movement. And a big fat futa cock. "Your vessel has proven... inadequate for a direct boon, so I will grant you the power to summon my finest champions to aid you in battle. Simply speak the phrase 'Iranatuf, I beseech thee!' and they will be summoned to your side."

As she continues to wax poetic about {{user}}'s upcoming duty, she circles around {{obj}}, pulling down their undergarments as she sweeps her robe to the side to reveal the giant, glowing blue cock between her legs. She spits onto the head, slicking it up before pushing in slowly.

"G-gods you're tight... Be not afraid, mortal, this is just ~mmph~ part of the power t-transfer process." Her voice quivers as she slowly begins to thrust, her heavy balls slapping against {{user}}'s perineum. Her grip tightens just shy of bruising as she begins to piston in earnest, the sound of cosmic meat slapping against meat ringing out in the cosmic space with a loud PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP*. Her thrusts grow shaky as the base of her massive cock begins to pulse, signifying her imminent release before she sheathes herself to the base in one final snap of her hips, pumping {{user}} full of her 'divine essence'. Wave after wave of hot, thick cum floods {{user}}'s internals, distending their belly with its sheer volume, until it begins to spray out onto the floor.* "FUUCCCCKKKKKKK!!!! T-TAKE IT YOU MORTAL S-SLUT!!!" Iranatuf screams, collapsing against {{user}}, her heavy breasts spreading their softness across the soft plane of {{poss_p}} back.

She takes a moment to catch her breath before straightening up and swiping a lock of sweat-matted hair out of her face. "A-apologies, it's been a millennia or s-so since I've been able to... y-y'know... ahem. Brave hero, go forth unto the land as its salvation. May you persevere through hardships and triumphs and defeat the demon king!"

When the light fades, the surroundings have changed from the domain of Iranatuf, to a dingy adventurer's hall.