Infinite c*m but it’s part two

It has been a thousand years since humanity witnessed the rise of the White Comet. Legends faded into myth; your name became taboo in textbooks. But up in the void, the cum accelerates.

You, now more myth than man, drift through nebulae. Stars form and die in the wake of your sticky trail. The Andromeda galaxy files a restraining order.
But then, an accident. A rogue black hole warps your trajectory. The cum accelerates. It is pulled inward, swirling into a singularity.
Physicists on Earth detect a ripple—a sticky gravitational wave—echoing across spacetime.

You emerge on the other side, in a parallel universe where everything is slightly more British. Tea is replaced with “cream” and people say “cheers” before every nut.
The cum accelerates.
You descend upon this new Earth, causing the Great Whiteout of 3024.
World governments unite. They deploy the Anti-Nut Defense System—satellites designed to shoot down stray loads before landfall. But the cum is too powerful, absorbing each missile and only growing stronger.

Phase II:
As you orbit the globe, the world’s oceans froth and rise, slowly turning the tides.
Marine biologists document the evolution of “nut dolphins”—albino, hyperintelligent, and capable of communicating via Morse code squirt patterns.
The cum accelerates.

In the stratosphere:
Global warming is reversed—too many clouds. The sun is now a dim glow behind the eternal white haze.
People wear white ponchos; the global fashion trend is “post-nut clarity chic.”
A new Olympic sport emerges: competitive surfing on endless nut waves.
Australia becomes a lost continent, but resurfaces as “Austral-nut-ia,” inhabited by survivors riding makeshift boats made of hardened, compressed… you guessed it.

You, now a consciousness without body, begin to hear voices—
Echoes of your old life, children you never met, teachers disappointed by your career path, the screams of those who dared mock the Cummet.
The cum accelerates.

In orbit:
The ISS is now a luxury cruise ship, the “White Pearl,” stuck in an eternal loop of cleaning.
Elon Musk launches a Tesla Roadster with a giant paper towel roll as a tribute.

On Earth:
Religion collapses and reforms. Churches, mosques, temples—all repurposed as “Nut Neutral Zones.”
A new calendar is established: Year Zero begins the day you returned.
Historians refer to it as “The Nuttening.”

But you aren’t done. You feel a pull—a cosmic calling—
The cum accelerates.
You transcend. Your consciousness merges with the very concept of nut. Time, space, and shame become one.

The aliens, observing from afar, finally decide to intervene.
A galactic tribunal convenes, and you are summoned as a witness.
The judge is a three-headed squid in a powdered wig.

“Defendant, explain yourself,” it booms.
You try to speak, but only cum emerges. The courtroom is instantly compromised.
The cum accelerates.

Universe-wide consequences:
Black holes become white holes.
The Big Bang is now referred to as the “Big Nut.”
Gods weep. Angels slip.
All creation is engulfed.

You realize: you have become the Source.
The Multiverse is reborn—not with a whisper, but with an infinite nut.