The Gifted Child 6 (musc)
by Jaypat
That was it. I was through. I didn’t care what I had to do, or how many incriminating pictures Evan distributed, I was out of there. After Cody, I just couldn’t stand to be there another minute. I threw some things in a suitcase, barely paying attention to what I was packing. Then I hauled it down to the car, and tried to get Evan’s chauffer to dive me to the airport. But either he didn’t understand my English-mixed-with-gestures or he simply refused to take me. I wasn’t clear which; I only knew I wasn’t gong to get a ride that way.Dragging my suitcase down the drive on its stubby little wheels, I headed straight for the gate. I figured I could walk to the nearest town and find a way to the airport from there. But when I got to the ornamental wrought iron gates, the security guard refused to let me pass.
I was outraged. “It’s a free country!” I shouted, but then I had to stop and think, because when it came right down to it, I wasn’t actually sure Mexico was. But no matter how much I shouted and ranted, the guard wouldn’t let me out.
So, dragging my rackety suitcase behind me, I proceeded to circle the inside of the wall, hoping to find another gate or better yet a gap. There wasn’t one. Crap. I was trapped. Evan had his own little fiefdom here, and it was pretty clear that if I wanted to leave I was going to need his permission.
Feeling defeated, I went back to the medical hut. I certainly couldn’t go back to my room in the main house. That would just be too much to bear. And I think I’d spent more nights here, anyway. So I flopped on the bed, stared at the ceiling and tried to think of a way out. I don’t know how long I laid there. I was still lost in my own misery where I heard the voice.
“Hey,” it said. I knew that voice, and yet I didn’t. It was deeper and more resonant, but many of the tonal qualities were still the same.
It was Cody.
I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. “Hey,” I said, still staring at the ceiling.
“Breakfast is on,” he said.
“I’m not hungry,” I answered.
“It looks really good,” he said. “They’ve got farm fresh eggs and bacon and sausage and just about every kind of fruit you can imagine. They’ve even got low fat cottage cheese… if that’s your thing.”
“Please go away,” I said.
He was silent for a moment but I could tell he hadn’t moved.
“Evan wants you to come,” he said.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what that piece of shit wants,” I spat.
“You don’t understand,” said Cody; he sounded a little odd. “It’s not a request.” I felt him leave the doorway and move heavily into the room and suddenly I realized exactly what he meant.
“You’re gong to force me?”
“Carry you, if I gotta.”
I turned to look at him and was once again thunderstruck by just how fucking big he was now. He was a least five ten, maybe five eleven, a good six or seven inches taller than he used to be, and about an inch taller than me, and all fucking, bulging, ripped-to-hell muscle. He wasn’t wearing much, just a skimpy pair of cotton shorts that were obviously too small for him; they only barely managed to cover that improved package of his, and they had the effect of highlighting just how spectacular the rest of his body now was. I watched his boulder abdominals rise and fall with each breath, saw his left cannonball-like pec twitch, watched the striations of his wrecking ball delts shift under his skin, and saw thick veins pulse as they ran over his monstrous, bulging biceps. He was walking, talking power now. There was no doubt he could easily carry out his threat, no matter how much I might struggle.
“It’s alright, I’ll walk,” I said, not really wanting him to touch me.
It wasn’t really all that far to the main house but the walk seemed to go on forever. Neither of us said anything. I tired not to even look at him. But he was so big, it was hard. The best I could do was to look at the ground, and even then I could see our shadows stretching out in front of us, his completely dwarfing mine with its wide, bulging mass.
Evan was dining outside again this morning, and when I caught sight of him, I couldn’t help but be amazed at the dramatic change he’d gone through in just the week or so I’d known him, from a frail, sickly boy to the huge muscle stud I saw sitting in front of me. If he were standing, I’d guess he’d be about 6’ 1”, and about as muscular as a champion body builder. He, also, was dressed only in a skimpy pair of cotton shorts.
“Good morning, Justin,” he said. His voice had also plummeted. “I must apologize for our state of dress. Our own clothing has become… somewhat inadequate, and I’m afraid these are all that could be found. Although I find myself not too unhappy with the inconvenience,” he said flexing his huge bicep, watching lustfully as it pumped up, split and formed a considerable peak. “Yes, I think I could live with it for quite some time.”
Then he turned his attention to me. “Please, have a seat.”
“No thank you; I prefer to stand.”
Evan rose, and oh my god, I was right. He was at least 6’ 1”. He really was looking down on me now. And his torso was so thick with ripped, bulging muscle, I guessed he had to be about 350 pounds. With him in front of me and Cody next to me, I was beginning to feel pretty small.
In two strides of his colossal legs, Evan had crossed the patio and was standing over me, bumping me with his massive striated pecs. “Please don’t make me force the issue, Justin,” he said. “Sit down.”
I gulped. I really had no choice. I had no desire to be beaten, and it looked like that was the only alternative to sitting, so I sat.
“Excellent,” said Evan, returning to his chair. “And you, Cody my pet, come here and sit by me.” He patted the chair next to him.
“Yes, Master,” said Cody.
“Master?” I cried. “Evan is your master?”
“He is my muscle master,” said Cody, sitting next to Evan, “and I am his willing muscle slave.” This was too much. That didn’t sound like Cody at all. I was beginning to wonder if maybe there had been brain damage in the tank after all. But then, who knew how suddenly gaining so much size and sheer physical power would affect the mind.
“That’s right,” said Evan standing up and moving behind Cody’s chair. He put his large hands on Cody’s substantial traps and began messaging them. “He is my slave and I can do with him as I will.” Evan’s right hand moved down until it was cupping and fondling Cody’s right pec. Then Evan reached up with his thumb and forefinger and pinched Cody’s nipple; he let out a soft moan.
Oh Christ, I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. Were they going to go at it right here in front of me. That may actually have been what Evan had in mind. Fortunately for me, he was interrupted by Doctor Kramer’s arrival.
The Doctor cleared his throat. “You wanted to see me, Master Phips?”
“Yes, Doctor,” said Evan, releasing Cody and returning to the table, where he had a sheaf of papers spread out. “I want you to take a look at this.” The Doctor walked over and looked down. I could see they were looking at a series of calculations and roughly drawn diagrams. But I couldn’t see them very clearly, and even if I could, I wouldn’t have known what they meant.
“So, you see Doctor,” said Evan, pointing at one of the papers, “removing this wave from the energy signature should have the desired effect.”
“I don’t understand,” said the Doctor. “Without that wave, there’ll be no trigger. The cells will just keep absorbing the energy and storing it. They’ll be unable to use it.”
“That’s correct,” said Evan, “and we go on letting them absorb it until they reach saturation point, at which time, we hit them with an enhanced blast of this modified wave, here.” He pointed at an equation on the paper. “That should make things interesting, don’t you think? Of course, to avoid synaptic damage the initial absorption rate will have to be quite slow and gradual, but I think the ultimate results will be dramatic enough, don’t you?”
“No,” whispered the Doctor, “no, what you’re proposing is recklessness bordering on insane. The energy would cause a chain reaction, forcing the body’s cells to rapidly grow and divide, grow and divide, each reaction building on the last, getting larger and more violent, building and building, growing and growing until… well, there’s no end in sight.”
“If only that were true, but alas the reaction would be limited,” said Evan pointing at another set of calculations. “It will ebb, but not before...,” Evan trailed off with a huge grin on his face. “…there’s been substantial development.”
The Doctor balked. “You propose to turn yourself into a freak, a colossus of unimaginable proportions; my process was never designed for that.”
“I know, Doctor; fortunately you have me to show you its full potential.”
“And these energy requirements for the final wave, our power systems can’t generate that much energy.”
“They may overload, but they should be just about adequate for the job.”
“Overload? Do you realize what you’re saying? You can’t just overload a hydrogen fuel cell!”
“Doctor, enough of these objections. Please return to the warehouse and begin making the necessary modifications.”
“What now? Already? Without any further study?”
“Immediately,” said Evan rising to his full height and using his new muscle-ridden body to intimidate the Doctor.
“Fine,” sighed Doctor Kramer and he turned around and left.
“Now, where were we?” leered Evan, turning towards Cody and me.
But just then his cell phone rang. “Isn’t it always the way?” he grumbled as he closed his large paw around the phone hand held it up to his ear.
“What?” he barked. Suddenly his attitude changed completely. He looked almost scared. “Are you sure?” he asked. “When?” He paused, listening intently for a few seconds before he said, “It’ll be tight, but I think I can be ready in time. Just take care of things on your end and let me handle things here.” Then he hung up.
“My father is coming,” he said. “We can expect him in a few hours.”
Thank God, I couldn’t help thinking. If anyone could put an end to this horror show it was Malcolm Phips.
Evan started pacing. “Damn, it’s too soon. If only I’d had another few days.”
“Why?” I asked. “What difference would a few days make?”
“You may not be aware of this,” said Evan, “but Friday is my 16th birthday. I’ve had a team of lawyers working on my emancipation papers for months now. On Friday I would have finally been able to file them. I’d be free and out from under my father’s thumb for the rest of time.”
“But now he’s found out?” I asked.
“Yes,” said Evan. “Someone has betrayed me.” And he gave me a hard stare. “But I can deal with that later.”
I hadn’t told his father. Of course I would have if I could have, but I didn’t know how. “I see,” I said. “And he’ll probably shut this place down just as soon as he sees what you’ve been doing.”
“It won’t come to that!” shouted Evan. “I won’t let it!” He slammed his huge fist down on the thick oak table. It cracked in two and fell to the ground. Then he marched off the patio toward the warehouse. “Cody, come,” he called over his shoulder, “and bring Justin.”
Cody rose and took a step forward, looming over me. His thick muscular body and threatening posture definitely implied the use of force.
“It’s ok,” I said. “I’ll walk.”
“Doctor, there’s been a change in plans,” said Evan as he marched into the warehouse. “I will be going back into the tank in exactly one hour.”
“What?” gasped the Doctor. “That’s simply not enough time.”
“I am out of time, Doctor. One hour.”
“Then you’ll have to help us,” said Doctor Kramer.
“Of course,” said Evan. “Let’s start dividing up tasks.”
In the end, even I was given something to do, just some simple rewiring and I was tempted to sabotage it. But there was a technician checking my work, so it wasn’t possible.
It took an hour and a half, but at the end of that time, Evan was slipping into the tank. The Doctor hit a few keys and the Tank began lightly bubbling. I stared at Even intently expecting him to start exploding with muscle. But after a few minutes, where there was no change, I turned to the Doctor and said, “He’s not growing.”
“No,” said the Doctor. “He needs to stay in that tank absorbing energy for about 3 hours. It will take that long for his cells to reach saturation point, and then we can hit him with the trigger wave which will start the growth reaction. That is if we can build up the necessary power for the trigger. There’s still a lot of work to do before then.”
“And then he’ll grow?”
“He’ll grow all right.”
“How big?”
“I don’t like to think,” said the Doctor, returning to his work.
I glanced over to see Evan bobbing in the tank and shuddered. He was bad enough at this size. I couldn’t imagine what he’d be like if he got too much bigger. It was terrifying. Once again I considered sabotage, but I didn’t know enough about how things worked to effectively break them. And besides, Armond was standing in the corner watching everything. I doubt weather I could have done anything with him there.
Everyone was so focused on the tank, I didn’t think they’d notice if I slipped away. And even if they did notice, I don’t think I was important enough for them to bother about. So I wondered back to the medical hut. It’s funny but I was actually starting to think of it as home.
I don’t know how long I had been lying on my bed trying to figure out what to do when I heard the gun shots; the farmers again, it must be. I wondered if they’d managed to get past the wall again. And if they did, maybe they could show me how to do it.
There was a bang, and the whole building shook, as Cody flung open the door and barreled in. Out of breath, his massive chest was heaving and he had a panicked look on his face; it looked strange on someone that big and with that much muscle.
“The farmers are back,” he shouted, frantically. “Are you ok?”
“I’m fine,” I said. “Go away.”
“No way,” he said. “It’s too dangerous for you to stay here by yourself.”
“What about your master?” I said. “Doesn’t he need your protection? He’s pretty helpless in that tank.”
“He has an army of security guards,” said Cody, dismissively. “Plus I think Armond could take out an entire village on his own. He doesn’t need me.”
“And what makes you think I do?”
“This,” said Cody, striding across the room on those juggernaut legs of his. He reached down and picked up the warped rifle which was still on the floor, right were he’d left it several nights before, when he had still been my Cody and not the tall configuration of massive biceps, heaving pecs and gargantuan shoulders I saw in front of me now. He clasped the ruined weapon in his large, heavy, vein-ridden hands. I watched the sinews in his forearms writhing under his skin. I saw his enormous biceps expand to even bigger proportions, and his shoulders swell with striated power. And slowly the rifle barrel began to bend. It was an amazing sight to see; eyes closed, face beat-red, Cody put about a 40 degree angle in the barrel before he let it drop to the ground, and exhaled heavily, his face lighting up with satisfaction.
“There,” he said. “I’m strong enough to protect you now.”
Protect me? This didn’t make sense. He’d made his choice, and I’d lost.
“But you’re Evan’s muscle slave,” I said.
“Yeah,” he said.
“And you’ll go running back to him when he comes out of the tank?”
“As soon as he calls,” said Cody, making me wince.
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“Don’t try to,” said Cody. “It’s better for everyone if you don’t try to. It’s not something that’s explainable.”
I was lost. Nothing made sense. I couldn’t tell up from down, left from right, or light from dark. All I could feel was the pain, the terrible pain of his betrayal and loss.
“Get out,” I said. “Get the fuck out.”
Cody opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but instead his whole form slumped and he turned around and started to leave.
And that’s when the farmers burst in.
They didn’t see Cody at first. He was standing right by the door, and since I was directly in their line of sight, they focused entirely on me. There were two of them, but only one of them had a rifle; the other one only had a club. The guy with the rifle trained it at me and shouted something in Spanish while his friend rushed me with the club.
“Justin, run!” shouted Cody, as he reached over and yanked the rifle right out of the guy’s hands. The farmer turned in shock, and Cody just let him have it with a right cross. It sent him flying across the room at least ten feet until he collided with the wall and slumped to the ground unconscious. The other guy turned around at the sound of his friend hitting a wall at 30 miles an hour, and that’s when I made my move. I picked up the bent rifle at my feet and clubbed the second farmer over the head with it. Down he went.
“You ok, Justin?” asked Cody.
“Yeah, fine,” I said, a little out of breath.
“See, you do need me,” he said.
I looked over at the form of the unconscious, burly, rifle-bearing farmer, now slumped at the base of the wall, and said, “I coulda taken him.”
“Yeah, sure,” said Cody, hesitantly. “But we should probably get up to the warehouse anyway. It’s the best guarded place on the compound. We should be safe there.”
The warehouse was the last place I wanted to be. “You go where you want, “I said. “I’m staying here.”
“Justin,” growled Cody. I could see he was starting to get angry. “You’re coming with me.”
“Not in this lifetime.” The way I was feeling, the less I saw Cody, the better.
Suddenly he was across the room and reaching for me with his mammoth arms. I tried to dodge him but I couldn’t. He grabbed me with an iron like grip, hauled me up and threw me over his boulder-like shoulder. I thrashed like crazy, but it did absolutely no good against his overwhelming strength.
“You’re coming with me whether you like it or not,” he said. “I’m not going to let you kill yourself just to get even with me.” And he started hauling me off toward the warehouse.
“You can’t do this,” I shouted, ineffectually.
“Actually,” he said, “With this much fucking muscle, I can do just about anything I want.”
We hadn’t gone very far when, from my elevated vantage point, I caught sight of a large group of people headed toward us. They were farmers; I could see that they were. Some of them had rifles, some had axes and a few of them carried pitchforks.
“Cody,” I gasped.
“I’m not letting you down, Justin,” he said.
“Shut up and look behind you,” I said.
Cody whirled around which, of course, cut off my view entirely.
“Holy shit!” he cried. Then he turned toward the warehouse again and started running.
A couple of the rifle-bearing farmers started taking pot shots at us.
“Hurry up, Cody!” I shouted. “I thought you were supposed to be strong!”
“I’m not exactly built for speed,” he said.
“Don’t give me any of your fucking excuses, just run!”
And he did. We made it to the warehouse which was guarded by quite a large number of armed security guards. As soon as we got inside, Cody set me down. I’d like to say we were safe at last, but suddenly I wasn’t so sure.
The whole place was vibrating with a high pitched whine, the lights were dimming off and on, and the technicians were scurrying about like cockroaches. And Evan, still bobbing up and down in the tank, looking exactly the same as he had when I’d left a few hours ago.
Suddenly Armond, brushed past us and went up to the microphone, the one they used to talk to Evan while he was in the tank.
“Master Phips,” he said. “We’ve got to get you out of here. The farmers are attacking and I don’t think I can hold them off, not with this crew.”
“What?” shouted Evan over the load speakers, “Ridiculous. I’m not leaving now, not for a bunch of mud rakers. I’m on the verge of transcendence.”
“But sir, the guards aren’t going to fight very hard. Their hearts just aren’t in it. These are their relatives and neighbors that are attacking.”
“Just a few minutes, Armond, you need to hold them off for just a few minutes,” said Evan.
“A few minutes? Then what?”
“Then,” said Evan, with a lean, almost hungry smile, “I’ll take care of them personally.”
Armond shook his head, turned and raced back outside. Almost instantly the Doctor rushed up to take his place at the mic.
“It’s no good, Master Phips. It’s not going to work,” he said.
“What do you mean it’s not going to work?” shouted Evan.
“You need a thirty second blast of the enhanced energy wave to trigger the growth,” said the Doctor, “but the hydrogen cells won’t handle it. The computer says they’ll blow in twenty three and half seconds.”
“I don’t care,” said Evan. “Trigger the wave as soon as I reach saturation.”
“You’re there now,” said the Doctor, “but—”
“Then trigger the wave!” shouted Evan. “Trigger the wave at once!”
The Doctor looked up at Evan for a second, and I almost thought he was going to tell him to go to hell, but instead he looked around at all his technicians and shouted, “Clear the building! Everybody out!”
The technicians didn’t need to be told twice. I was sure they knew just how bad things could get. In fact they looked so scared, I became frightened myself. Cody and I turned to join their exodus when Evan’s voice came booming over the load speaker. “Not you, Cody, my muscle slave. Come here and witness your muscle master transcend into a muscle god.”
Cody stopped, turned and headed back toward the tank.
“No, Cody, what are you doing? He’s not sane. He’ll kill us all.”
“Justin, go,” he said, “just go while you can.”
What was the matter with me? I should have been fleeing in terror, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t leave Cody. A while ago, I was ready to never see him again. But that was different from watching him get hurt or killed by the maniac to whom he had attached himself.
“Engage the wave, Doctor,” said Evan.
“Engaging,” said the Doctor and he hit a couple of keys.
Suddenly the whine turned into a roar and the entire building started to shake. The tank seemed to be filled with light, the bubbling liquid glowing like green fire.
“Yes!” shouted Evan. “Its coming. I can feel it coming!” And the veins on Evan’s body began to pulse. They would swell and recede, swell and recede. “Any second now!” he cried.
The shaking got worse. Bits of the roof began falling in. I had to dodge quickly to keep from getting hit by one.
“You two should get out of here,” said the Doctor.
“But my master,” said Cody.
“To hell with him,” said the Doctor, “In a few seconds he’ll be dead, and so will anyone who’s in here with him.” And then the Doctor turned and fled the building.
“Cody,” I said, “don’t die for him. He’s not worth dying for.”
He didn’t take his eyes off Evan. “I have to stay,” he said. I couldn’t believe Evan could possibly command this kind of loyalty. But I couldn’t abandon Cody, not even now. I played my trump card.
“Fine,” I said. “Then I’m staying too.”
“No!” said Cody. “You have to go!”
“If you want me to leave, you’ll have to carry me,” I said.
Cody looked like he was about to explode with conflict. He looked back up at Evan for a second and then he took a step toward me.
“No,” boomed Evan. “I command you to stay, slave. You will stay with me.”
The building shook and another huge piece of ceiling came crashing to the ground.
“No,” said Cody, “You ask too much.” Then he grabbed me, flung me over his shoulder and ran for the exit.
And as we went, I heard Evan exclaim, “Cody, come-- Oh my god, my body! It’s happening. IT’S HAPPENING!”
From my vantage point on Cody’s powerful shoulder, I saw Evan’s body begin to swell and grow at an alarming rate. His pecs were exploding out of him, his hard, vascular arms were inflating like balloons, and his frame was shooting upwards and outwards as his muscles grew into fucking mountains.
“At last!” he cried.
And then we were outside. We didn’t get fifty yards before we were blown to the ground by a tremendous explosion. Flying debris landed all around us, and when we sat up and turned around, we could see that the entire warehouse had been destroyed. It was now a smoking pile of rubble.
Armond came running up. “Master Phips, where’s Master Phips?” Both of us just turned and looked at the smoldering remains of the warehouse.
“No,” he said, and took off toward the rubble at a jog. Well, it looked like someone was going to miss him. And as I watched Armond race toward the ruined warehouse, I suddenly remembered the farmers.
“What happened to the farmers?” I wondered out loud.
Cody looked up and around. “I don’t know,” he said. “I can’t see them anywhere.”
“They took off as soon as the building started shaking,” said Doctor Kramer. I hadn’t seen him walk up, “along with the guards. That makes them smarter than a lot of us.” The Doctor pondered the ruined warehouse for a moment. “Well, I may as well see if there’s anything salvageable.”
It didn’t look like anything was. But the Doctor headed toward the rubble anyway. I followed him. For some reason, I found all that destruction fascinating. I think it was the same kind of fascination that compels people to slow down and look at road accidents. Cody followed after me, but I didn’t want to think about his motives.
Poor Armond, he looked quite frantic darting through the heaps of debris searching for what I could only guess was Evan’s body. Maybe he even hopped to find him alive. Doctor Kramer just surveyed the wreckage from the side. He didn’t look over anxious to get his hands dirty.
I looked over the scene with relief, and a bit of sadness. Thank God the nightmare was over, but it was a shame it had to come to such a tragic end. I was about to turn back toward the medical hut to collect my suitcase, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw some movement in the rubble. I looked more closely, and holy crap, it looked like there was a kid partly buried under the debris. My first thought was that Doctor Kramer had forgotten one of his poor, pathetic test subjects, and poor kid had gotten caught in the explosion.
I rushed toward the shifting rubble only to stop in horror as I got close. It wasn’t a kid I was seeing; it was a hand, a massive human hand. It was thick and, oh my God, it looked… muscular. That hand was fucking inundated with muscle… and it was moving! Holy fuck! Look at the size of that thing. It had enormous thick digits with huge masses of sinew bulging out all along them; they looked more like a body builder’s legs than fingers. And the fucking palm, it was as big around as a manhole cover and about three times as thick. And the veins that ran across the back of the hand were about as big as garden hoses. I watched in a kind of fascinated terror as this incredibly powerful looking appendage groped around, searching for something to grab hold of. It found a huge chunk of concrete and latched on to it. But the concrete crumbled to sand in seconds beneath the incredible force applied by that giant hand.
Finally it found a steel girder and grabbed onto that. The metal beam stood the pressure, and a second later, more than two yards away, another massive hand broke the surface!
“Cody! Doctor! Armond!” I cried. “I think…. I think it’s Evan!” Or whatever he was now, I was pretty sure he used to be Evan. He used to be the thin, frail boy with the sunken chest and stick arms and legs and who looked like a stiff breeze could have knocked him over, but now…
The two mammoth muscular hands were grasping, straining, obviously trying to pull the colossus that owned them up to the surface. And as the rubble fell away, I got a look at forearms that were unlike any other forearms that had ever existed. Incredibly thick, cable-like sinews intertwined with each other bulging and flexing, expanding to an almost unthinkable width just below the wrist, and they just got thicker and more powerful looking the further up the massive arm my eyes traveled.
And then the head emerged. It was just about dead center between the two hands. It was Evan’s head alright but it was about twice as large as it used to be. And his neck was about as wide as a telephone pole, with thick, bulging corded sinew running up and down its bulky length. He looked right at me and grinned.
“Justin,” he said, in a voice that sounded like it came from a subwoofer, “How nice to see you.”
Then some more rubble shifted and I saw his massive shoulders emerge, stretching out more than two feet on either side of his head. But something was wrong. They didn’t look quite right. They were too smooth and rounded at the ends. Holy crap! Those weren’t his shoulders; they were only his God dam traps! Holy shit, they were the most massive traps anyone ever conceived of, wider than an Olympian’s shoulders. More rubble shifted and my breath caught in my throat at the impossible sight of his real shoulders. Fuck, they were both about three feet in diameter, two enormous masses of ripped, segmented, striated flesh made from muscle fibers thick around as my pinkie.
I realized my mouth was hanging open.
“I can see you’re impressed,” said Evan. “I must admit I feel… quite remarkable. The experiment must have turned out well. I almost wish I had your view of me. But then I have a feeling that when I get out of here I’m going to enjoy my perspective much, much more.”
And then the rest of his arms broke free from the debris. I don’t have the words to describe his biceps. To say they were startlingly huge would be a gross understatement. If I were to curl myself into a ball, I might be the same size as one of them. That’s not even mentioning his triceps. They swelled out twice as thick as his biceps, turning his upper arm into a fucking planetoid. And as much as I was in awe of them, it was nothing to the way he reacted. The look on his face as he gazed upon them was the look of true love.
“My arms… Look at my arms, Justin,” he breathed. “They feel… astonishing.”
He raised his arms high above his head and then brought them down in a colossal double bi pose. Holy fuck! The mountains that exploded up on his arms! They were giant, flesh covered boulders, a configuration of insanely huge bulges, with peeks the size of basket balls. They had monster veins running up and around them before disappearing into his giant delts. I literally felt myself getting week in the knees. The fucking power he must have! His giant biceps’ bulges had bulges.
“How can I describe the way my arms feel?” Evan rumbled. “It’s exquisite just feeling the size of them, the weight of them, and the rock hardness of them. They’re part of me and yet somehow alien at the same time. And the power… Oh, Justin, the sensation of power overwhelms me.” Evan gaped at, and almost drooled over his own ponderous biceps for another full minute before he dropped his gargantuan arms and began to free the rest of his impossibly colossal body from the wreckage of the warehouse.
The rubble shifted and broke apart a full two feet in front of his head as his massive pecs exploded out of the concrete and wood debris. Sand and chunks of gravel cascaded down over those globular masses of pure muscle, each one four times the size of my head, and ran down the deep valley in between them, tumbling and bouncing off his eight boulder-like abs. I had to wonder which was harder Evan’s gargantuan, shredded body or the concrete that was bouncing off of it.
And his back…? Fuck, I could see huge, thick wings thrusting out about three feet on either side of him. It looked like he had a giant manta ray fused to his torso. And when he twisted I could see huge thick rolling muscle plateaus swelling out on either side of his spine, sinking it into a deep valley.
And it was hard to take my eyes off his abs, those bulging steel hard bricks. Holy crap, I was looking up at them! I was looking up at his massive, cut lower abdominals, each one the size of a football, and the muscle ridden behemoth hadn’t even finished standing up!
He rose a little higher and out it tumbled. Holy Fuck, there was a freakin’ fire hose hanging from his groin, draped over two huge, melon-like balls, it hung down past his continent-sized, ripped, vascular quads almost to his sunken knees. He was going to have a tough time finding a partner with that thing. And suddenly I was very worried for Cody.
And still Evan’s giant form kept rising and rising and rising from the wreckage. He was incredibly tall; he was also about 7 feet wide at the shoulders and almost 4 feet thick, and his entire body was just overwhelmed with muscle. A shadow fell across me as he rose to his full height and his massiveness blotted out the sun.
Crap, Evan had to be about 10 feet tall, and an impossible mass of insanely huge, bulging muscle.I couldn’t imagine there had ever been anything like him.
“And now for a little test drive,” said Evan. He reached down, grabbed the steel girder which he’d used to pull himself up from the ruins. Just one end of it was sticking out of the wreckage; the rest of it looked like it was buried deep under the rubble. His massive back bulged insanely and suddenly there was an explosion of wood and concrete as he just ripped the girder from the ground. The girder was probably about twenty feet long and appeared to have been buried deep in the wreckage, but he just yanked it out as if he were pulling a weed. I ducked and covered my head to protect it from the flying debris, but it was just luck that kept me injury free. When I looked up again, I saw a lawn mower sized chunk of concrete had landed right in front of me.
Evan grasped the girder in his giant hands about midway along its length. I could see the muscles tense all over his arms, but nothing happened. I guessed he was trying to bend it. Maybe he couldn’t. Maybe he wasn’t as strong as he looked. But then I heard the unmistakable screech of stressing metal, and then I saw the girder stretch for an instant before it pulled apart in the center. Evan had torn the fucking thing in half, just ripped it in two with his bare hands. Holy fuck!
“I’ve done it!” cried Evan, dropping the girder and flexing the immense muscles all over his enormous, bulging body. “My weak puny body is gone forever. It has exploded into a ten foot juggernaut of massive, ripped muscle, insanely powerful, stronger than I ever dreamed of being! Nothing can stop me now!”