Our heroes plunged into the small intestine, and began making the long and winded way to the rectum. Unfortunately, the walls of the small intestine absorbed some poor souls; they tried to pull them out, found themselves pulled in, and were passed through various layers of tissue, broken down part by part, until not even their bones remained.
Fortunately the mage and the minotaur had cast a spell that separated their souls from their bodies. They inhabited the bloodstream weakly, and held onto red blood cells to make their way to the bladder. They were fortunate the diamond, being truly unbreakable, was indigestible and went incidentally their path. Unfortunately, the body mustered white blood cells to stop them. They arrived in their skiffs, spears bared, and found spirits could not be pierced by weapons. They consulted an exorcist, who instructed them to pray, which prayer unfortunately worked, and many of them were slain. Yet even as a spirit the soldier could not be vanquished by thoughts and prayers and protected the lot of them.
The giant perceived his wife had become distant of late, or rather, relatively distant compared to the immeasurable gulf that had opened during the course of their marriage. She did not reveal her concern for our heroes. Overwhelmed now by powerlessness and loneliness, he walked the streets alone, and found a woman standing in the corner. They warmed to one another, and their lovemaking produced great rains, great winds, and great earthquakes in the lands below, for it had been a long time since he had his rocks off. On the following day he visited his doctor, who told him he now had a truly incurable disease.
The white blood cells felt undercompensated for their enforcement against our heroes, and instead of protesting or unionizing, chose to rebel against the body government itself, thus allowing our heroes free passage to the bladder, where they arrived into the testes and rebirthed themselves through the giant’s abundant seed.
The doctor’s dire diagnosis drove the giant to despair. He had always seen himself as strong and resilient, able to drive through any obstacle. Faced with this crisis, he felt the best thing to do, for his happiness and his family’s, was to kill himself, his wife and his child. Who understands the darkness in man’s mind?
To that end, he adopted his best behavior that evening. He cooked his wife dinner, relieved her stress, and intended to make love to her, thus giving her the life-extinguishing disease he had contracted. Inside the bureau was a knife he would dig into his daughter’s heart.
As his wife freshened herself in the bathroom, he sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his hands, staring at the organ, erect, that had caused him so much misery now and in the past. He wanted to weep, but he could not be persuaded from his dark deed.
This is when our heroes began pushing the diamond out.
The giant was a hearty man and did not feel pain easily, and his depression had numbed him even more, but he felt a tight pinch in his genitals for quite some time. As he stared at his member, he noticed a large bulge at its base. Touching it, it was hard, much harder than the tumescent flesh. When it began moving, he was taken aback. It traveled and traveled all the way to his urethra, where it struggled to exit. The pain now, intensified by the stiffening of his member, and his confusion over the sexual stimulus, was so immense he was stunned and could not stop the diamond’s breaking out.
Our heroes pushed and pushed, increasing the size of the urethra’s slit more and more. However much strength they exerted, it would not come out. They heard behind them a rumble, then the sound of a dam breaking. The giant closed his eyes, his mind became black. Out came gushing from the urethra was a flood, a diamond ring, our heroes and all.
Our heroes celebrated, covered in white. The mage and the minotaur, whose passion was tempered by a cooler female side, reconfirmed their love for the other and vowed to be with the other forever. Unfortunately, the giant’s member detumesced, crushing the minotaur beneath the stretched urethra.
The giantess and the giant confessed. She confessed her desire to leave him, and he confessed his recent infidelity and illness to her. He, realizing the preciousness of life from his illness, promised to live a healthier life and to be a better husband to her. Because he had made many promises before and broken just as many, she accepted him, for it did not hurt to have just one more broken promise.
The giantess awarded our heroes the golden goose, and they and the people of the sea descended down the tree, where they were received as heroes by all but one. The dryad pretended life would go on as it had before. It could not. She was put in jail for manslaughter, where she was fortunately spared many rapes for one good reason.
The citizens agreed to fight the giant’s illness, in the hope he can live a normal life. When they were warned the war would be eternal, they rejoiced: that meant they would be paid forever.
Our hero returned to the doe and baby dragon, to whom he told about all of his adventures. She was merely glad to see him again.
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