The Orphanage 3: Fish (musc)
by Jaypat
Maxwell Fishburn couldn’t sleep. He knew he really shouldn’t let these things bother him. After all, it really wasn’t his fault, not really. But it still bothered him, damn it! Why did it bother him? He didn’t owe Mikey anything, not anything! He remembered the time Mikey and Kevin had rigged the upstairs toilet to erupt instead of flush. He had gotten caught in that one. He thought he’d never be clean again. No, he didn’t owe Mikey anything. Besides he was just a little guy. What could he do? He tossed and turned but no matter how hard he tried, his conscience wouldn’t let him drift off. Maybe he should have said something to someone. If had, maybe Mikey wouldn’t be missing. No, it wasn’t his fault. If it was anyone’s fault it was Mr. Gibbons’ and the rest of the people running the Orphanage.But Fish had known.
Damn, now he was thinking of himself by that ridiculous name. Maxwell Fishburn was a tiny guy, five foot two inches tall, pale, thin, and flabby. He wasn’t sure if it was his last name or his stature that had earned him the nickname, Fish. But Fish he was, to the other kids and even to the staff. He doubted very many people even remembered his real name.
But despite the nickname, Fish really liked the Orphanage. He had it better here than he’d ever had anywhere else. So what if they had all been living a lie? So what if the Orphanage was a fraud and a fake, and he was probably the only kid who knew it. So what? This place was still much better than the inner city place he used to live. Here there were plenty of wide open spaces, clean air, he had his own room, and best of all, he was away from the Baxter brothers. Those guys had made a hobby out of tormenting him. They had locked him in closets, stuffed him in suitcases, and hung him upside down outside of windows. And why did they do any of that stuff? Just because they could. Fish still got mad just thinking about it. None of the adults ever did anything about it. They seemed to feel he deserved to be abused, that it was his rightful punishment for being little, that if he wanted it stopped he should somehow stand up for himself. But it was hard to stand up for yourself when you were hanging upside down from a third story window.
But here at the Orphanage, there was no one like that. Sure most of the kids had pushed him around from time to time, but over the years he had come to accept that that was just part of being a small guy. And there was no one here near as bad as the Baxter brothers.
And school, here at the Orphanage, was better, too. They brought in special teachers for all the different subjects and there were never more than a few kids to a class. Learning had never been so easy. He found he really enjoyed Biology, and thought he might like to be a doctor some day. When you were a doctor, it didn’t really matter how big you were. And the great thing was; there were always a lot of doctors around the Orphanage. So, unlike all the other kids, Fish looked forward to all the medical examinations. It gave him a chance to talk to the doctors, and once the doctors discovered his interest and saw that he was serious, they took extra time to talk with him and answer all his questions.
Then one day, during an exam, he noticed a machine he’d read about. It was used to break down blood samples so it was easier to study DNA strands. He had asked Doctor Myers about it and she had suddenly gotten very quiet; so had everyone else in the area. Without another word, she had sent him up to his room and told him to wait there until he was called.
For the next half an hour, he had sat in his room, worried to death. Somehow he had offended the doctors. He couldn’t think what he might have said. All he did was ask about a machine. It had been a pretty innocent question. What could have gone wrong? He had visions of being expelled from the orphanage, of being sent back into the hands of the Baxter brothers. Anything but that, he silently prayed.
Finally there came a knock on his door. It was Mr. Gibbons, the director. He must be in serious trouble. But Mr. Gibbons hadn’t looked angry.
“Fish, isn’t it?” he had asked.
Fish just nodded. He could have corrected Mr. Gibbons but what would have been the point?
“I’m afraid I don’t know all you boys as well as I should.”
Wow, this was weird. It almost sounded like Mr. Gibbons was apologizing to him.
“Fish, do you like it here?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So, you would probably be upset if we ever had to close.”
“Close? You’re not closing?”
“No, but it’s always a danger. You see we’re doing some very delicate work here and it would be very bad if anyone were to ever find out about it. If that were to happen, then we might have to close.”
“Work? You mean besides the orphanage?”
Mr. Gibbons had smiled at that. “They told me you were an intelligent, inquisitive boy.”
Fish felt himself blushing. Mr. Gibbons was actually complementing him. No one ever complimented him. The closest thing to a compliment he ever got was when people called him half pint instead of runt.
“Which is why you recognized that piece of equipment in the lab,” Mr. Gibbons continued.
“The blood separator?”
“That’s the one. Now, you’re not going to mention you saw that to anyone else, are you?”
“No, sir.”
“No one, not even your friends.”
“Not if you don’t want me to.” Fish didn’t think it was worth mentioning that he didn’t have any friends.
“Oh, I most emphatically don’t want you to.”
“Ok.”
“Excellent. And in exchange, we’ll see if we can’t make things a little more comfortable for you around here.”
What did that mean? “Sir?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just keep silent and enjoy.”
After that, they had moved him to the largest room on the third floor. It actually had its own balcony. He was given a wide screen HDTV, his own DVD player, complete with surround sound and a subscription to Netflix. He got a brand new state-of-the-art computer. They let him choose a video game system. He went with the Wii. And they let him buy one new game every month. He became instantly popular. Suddenly he had all the friends he wanted and no one pushed him around anymore. Sometimes they would ask him how he got all the cool stuff. But he would just shrug and say, “Just lucky I guess.”
The doctors still answered his questions, although he noticed they were a lot more guarded with their answers than they used to be. And as time went on, and he continued to study biology, he began to recognize more and more of the equipment in the lab. It wasn’t long before he worked out what they were doing. They were taking DNA from all the kids, altering it, and then re-injecting it into them. All the physicals they had had to take were so the doctors could determine the effects the altered DNA was having on them. More than that, he wouldn’t be able to tell with out seeing their notes.
But Fish had convinced himself that he really didn’t want to know. After all, he felt fine. What ever they were doing, it didn’t seem to be doing him or anyone else any harm. And when the vitamin shots had started, he had known they weren’t actually vitamin shots. But it was easy not to worry about all this, when he could just go up to his room and enjoy Harry Potter on his giant wide screen TV with Dolby digital surround sound.
And then Mikey had disappeared and that’s when everything fell apart. It was common knowledge that he had never shown up for his vitamin shot. What happened next had scared the crap out of Fish. The place had become like a prison camp. They had all been sent to their rooms and told to stay there until further notice. Guards with guns had started patrolling the halls, looking everywhere. His room had been searched twice. From his balcony he had seen even more guards with dogs, head out into the surrounding forest. All those doubts and fears he had managed to ignore for so long, were now making a come back, and bringing their brothers.
What was really going on? What were these DNA experiments? What were the vitamin shots? Was Mikey in some kind of danger? They were dead serious about finding him. What did it all mean? Was everyone in danger because he hadn’t said anything? Was it his fault? Thoughts like this had been rattling around in his brain for hours now. There would be no sleep for him tonight.
There was a pounding on his door. He sat upright in bed. Who could that be? The guards probably wouldn’t knock and no one else was supposed to be out of their rooms. He hopped out of bed and opened the door. It was Kevin. Of course it was Kevin. If anybody would defy the curfew it would be Kevin or Mikey… and Mikey was gone.
“I need to use your computer,” said Kevin.
“What?” asked Fish. “Do you know what time it is? Use your own computer.”
“My computer won’t work for this,” said Kevin pushing past Fish and making a bee-line for Fish’s computer.
“Get out of here!” said Fish “Or I’ll call the guards.” That stopped him.
“Don’t call the guards. This is important. It’s a matter of life and death, maybe for us all.”
Fish laughed. Who did he think he was kidding? This was some kind of practical joke. Mikey’s disappearance was probably part of it, too. “I don’t know what you guys are planning, but I don’t want any part of it. Now, go away.”
“You’re going to make me do this the hard way, aren’t you?” Kevin walked over to his dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out one of Fish’s socks.
“What the…” but that was all Fish got out before Kevin leapt across the room grabbed him and stuffed a sock in his mouth. Fish struggled for a moment but he quickly gave up. Who was he fooling? It didn’t matter how many high-tech gadgets or friends he had now, when it came right down to it, he was still just a little guy. And Kevin was about six inches taller and had a lot more girth. He really didn’t stand a chance. It was almost the Baxter brothers all over again.
“I’m sorry to do this,” said Kevin, “really, I am. But this is important. You’ll understand in a minute.” And then Fish felt himself picked up and carried forcefully from his own room. This kind of thing hadn’t happened to him for more than a year, ever since he’d gotten his new room and his electronic toys. He had almost forgotten how much he hated this, how humiliating it was.
“Listen,” said Kevin. “I know you’re probably not going to believe this, but I know how you feel. This exact same thing happened to me a couple of hours ago.”
Kevin was right. Fish didn’t believe him. Kevin was pretty much normal sized. He was way too big to have something like this happen to him. Fish groaned inwardly. Kevin was taking him up to the attic, great. He was probably going to lock him in a trunk or something. And then he felt himself set down. He looked up and there was someone else there, someone big. Big guys always made him a little nervous, but thus guy actually scared him. It was probably his wardrobe, mostly. He was wearing pants that were too small for him. The leg bottoms were up around his boulder-like calves, and above that, a pair of ponderous thighs were pulling the denham tight around them. His shirt sleeves had been torn off, so that the big guy’s large veiny, bicepts and striated shoulders were fully exposed. And the front of his shirt had been torn open giving Fish a full view of his brick wall abs and his bulging chest. He guessed this guy would have been intimidating even if Fish had been normal sized. Then the sock was pulled from his mouth.
“Wha-What’s going on? Who is this?” he asked.
“Jesus, Fish, don’t you recognize me?” said the big guy.
Fish looked into his face and… Holy crap! “Mikey?” No. No way. That’d be impossible. Mikey wasn’t that big, not even close. “This is a joke, right. This is really some freaking elaborate joke, right?”
The big Mikey shook his head and smiled. “This is no joke,” he said. He flexed his biceps. They seemed gigantic to Fish. “Go on, feel it,” said Mikey, leaning in so Fish could touch him. Fish tentatively reached out and grabbed Mikey’s arm muscle. It seemed huge and impossibly hard. Like a rock pile under his skin.
“All right, that’s enough,” said Kevin. “I think we can all agree he’s real.”
“But what happened,” asked Fish, as he pulled his hand away from Mikey’s bulging arm. And then Mikey told him. He started by revealing what he’d overheard in Gibbons’ office and ended with his coming to get Kevin.
As Fish listened to Mikey tell his tale, his mind began to whirl. Now it all made sense, the blood tests, the DNA manipulation, the vitamin shots, all of it. They were trying to make them grow… all of them. The realization hit Fish like a ton of bricks. He might not have to be small anymore. He could be big, maybe as big as Mikey was. He looked down at his thin, miserable chest and up at Mikey’s thick powerful one. He began to feel the desire for a body like that flood him like a tidal wave, washing away every other aspiration he’d ever had. All the humiliations he had suffered as a result of his size were parading back through his mind. None of those things would ever have to happen again. Suddenly, getting big was all that mattered to him. He wanted to be tall and have large muscles like Mikey. And if Mikey was right, the work had already been done. All he needed to do was find a way to trigger it. First off, he would never have another vitamin shot again, even if they killed him. But maybe it didn’t have to come to that. Maybe these two had a plan.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
“I need to use your computer,” said Kevin. “You have access to the intranet, right?”
“Yes,” said Fish. One of the doctors had arraigned it. It was one of his perks.
“I want to get on there and see what I can find out about these experiments,” said Kevin.
“You can use it, no problem, but it really isn’t anything more than a medical data base. I don’t have access to anything restricted.”
Kevin smiled. “You mean you don’t have access yet.”
Mikey wanted to come with them, but Kevin insisted he stay in the attic. If Fish and Kevin were caught, the worst that would happen was they’d be sent back to their rooms. Mikey could get shot. Reluctantly Mikey stayed hidden in the attic while the two of them hurried back down toward Fish’s room. Fish was amazed that they didn’t see any guards. He guessed they were all out in the forest looking for Mikey. Fish wondered briefly if he should tell Kevin that he had known about the experiments for more than a year, but he didn’t want to get the other kid mad. Maybe Kevin and Mikey might decide to exclude him from their plans. He couldn’t risk that. He needed to be big now, needed it. The desire was so strong it was almost a physical pain.
They got to Fish’s room without incident and Kevin booted up the computer. It came right up and Fish logged on for him.
“Man,” said Kevin, “my computer takes at least five minutes to boot up. How did you get such a nice one?”
Fish shrugged.
“And your TV and DVD player and all that other stuff, I always meant to ask you about that.”
“How big is Mikey?” asked Fish, partly to change the subject and partly because he was dying to know just how big he might get.
“I don’t know. I haven’t measured him,” said Kevin, curtly. “Besides, he says he’s still growing.”
“Still growing? You mean he’s going to get bigger?” Fish started to feel a little light headed at the thought. “How big do you think he’ll get?”
“No idea.”
“I bet his arms are at least eighteen inches already.”
“Probably.”
“And his legs, did you see his legs?”
“Yes, I saw his legs,” snapped Kevin. “And I’d be very interested to hear why you’re so interested in them.”
“They’re just big, that’s all,” said Fish.
“Yes, they are…” said Kevin trailing off. “Could we just get on with this?”
Jeeze, what was Kevin getting so upset about? Fish clicked on the icon and opened up the intranet. “Here you go,” he said, hoping Kevin would just calm down and concentrate on getting the information. Fortunately, he did.
“It’s a good thing I know so many of the passwords they use around here,” said Kevin. “They don’t really have much imagination. They’re almost always variations on names and birthdays and phone numbers. This shouldn’t take long.”
And it didn’t. Kevin was in in less than five minutes. “Crap!” he shouted, pounding the key board.
“What is it?”
“I found the right files, but I don’t understand any of this.”
“Let me see,” said Fish. He looked at the screen. Kevin was looking at Mikey’s file. It seemed pretty straight forward to Fish. There was a list of dates and procedures. “This is pretty much a record of his examinations,” said Fish.
“You understand this?”
“Sure. Well, I can follow what they did, but I can’t tell you what it means.”
“That’ll do for a start. What does it say about the vitamin shots?”
Fish quickly searched through the files. “They call it an inhibitor and here is the chemical formula,” said Fish writing it down.
“What else does it say?”
“It has to be administered every 96 hours.”
“Is that all?”
“Pretty much.”
“Is there any other way to stop the growth?”
“Stop it?”
“Just check.”
Fish glanced through the file. “Wait a minute, there are two other substances listed.”
“What are they?”
Fish squinted and looked at the chemical formulas. “The first one is easy,” he said. “It’s an actual vitamin shot.” Fish wrote the formula just below the inhibitor and went back to the screen. “They never actually gave Mikey that one. In fact, the only guy around here who’s actually getting a vitamin shot is Caleb.”
“Caleb? I guess he hasn’t been here long enough to need the inhibitor.”
“Let’s see.” Fish’s hands floated over the keyboard. “No, you’re right. But he’s scheduled for the final procedure tomorrow afternoon. After that, he’s due to be put on the inhibitor.”
“We’ll see about that. What’s the third substance?”
Fish went back to the previous screen and looked at the chemical formula. It was a mystery to him, but he wrote it down anyway. It was clearly meant to be administered to all the orphans, but so far as he could see, there was no record of anyone actually receiving the shot. “I don’t know what this is, but give me a moment, I’ll keep looking.”
Fish began looking though the files. He opened Mikey’s back up and started going through it screen by screen. Most of it, he didn’t fully understand. He knew it had a lot to do with genetics but it was far too complicated for him.
The last screen in the file was labeled projections. As he read the screen he felt his heart beat faster. They were speculating on just how big Mikey was going to get. As he read the numbers, he couldn’t believe them. Those proportions were not human. No one could be that big. Almost without thinking, he opened up his own file and went straight to the projections page. The numbers were almost the same. Holy fuck! Was this for real? According to this, he wasn’t just going to be big, he was going to be gigantic. No, no that just couldn’t be. He looked down at his thin arms and tried to imagine himself the size described in his file. He couldn’t. This couldn’t be right. It had to be a mistake. How could he get that big? The difference was too enormous, too unbelievable.
But what if it were actually possible?
A strange sensation began to build in him, a kind of tingling, yawning ache, mixed with an insane excitement. He had to know if it was possible. Could he grow that big, that muscular? He was getting stiff from the thought of it. He felt his heart beating faster, his breath coming shorter. He had to find out. The numbers kept thrumming in his brain. That kind of size, that kind of strength. His hands started to shake.
“Fish, you ok?” asked Kevin.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Fish thought about telling Kevin about the projections, but this had suddenly become very personal. The thought of becoming that huge had touched an area deep down in his psyche, affecting him so profoundly, he couldn’t fully understand it himself. His very core had been rocked. He had a desire, a need, a hunger to become those numbers, to get that big, to be that colossal. He needed it more than he needed his next meal, more than he needed his next breath. It was not rational. How could he explain that to Kevin? “Let’s go down to the lab.”
“The lab? Why?”
There had to be a way to activate the growth and it had to be in the lab. “I’ve found all I can, here. I want to see if there’s anything down there.”
“I guess we could. All the guards are probably still out chasing Mikey.”
Fish grabbed the piece of paper he had written the chemical formulas on and the two of them headed for the lab.
The building seemed absolutely deserted and when they arrived they found the lab door unlocked. This was hardly surprising because most of the kids hated the lab. They only went there when they had to. Even Kevin and Mikey steered clear of it. But when Fish looked around the lab, to him it was the most wonderful place in the universe, because somewhere in here was a treasure beyond all price. Now all he had to do was find it.
“Where do we start?” asked Kevin.
“How about here?” suggested Fish, indicating a glass front refrigerator.
“That’s where they keep the vitamin shots, isn’t it?” asked Kevin.
“Yeah,” said Fish opening it up. There in front of him was a trey filled with the phony vitamin shots. Each one was labeled for a particular boy. He had to laugh. The bottles were also labeled with the chemical formula and the term inhibitor. What arrogance the doctors had. Of course, it was perfectly safe. Even if a kid had noticed the name, it would mean nothing to him. He showed it to Kevin, who had a similar reaction.
The next shelf down held another tray of little bottles. These were the true vitamin shots and only one had a kid’s name on it and that was Caleb’s.
“Hey,” suggested Fish. “What if we substitute the real vitamin shots for the fake ones?”
“We could,” said Kevin, “but I think we should warn everyone first. All of them might not want to grow.”
“Not want to grow? Are you kidding?”
“I don’t know,” said Kevin. “Some of them might not want it.”
Fish didn’t know what to say. With an attitude like that, Kevin could never understand what he was going through. He caught reflection of his slight frame in the refrigerator door. It was hard to believe that somewhere locked inside him were the genetic codes of a muscle beast. He had to find a way to release them; he had to. The secret had to be somewhere in this room. And he promised his reflection he would fucking find it.
The third tray of bottles was labeled with the mysterious third chemical formula. These hadn’t been assigned to anyone. But, as Fish carefully examined the label, his breath caught in his throat and he almost dropped the bottle. It was labeled accelerator. Oh, Fuck. Here it was, right in his hands, the means to give him fucking size and strength like he had never dreamed possible, right here in this tiny bottle. He was seconds away from his goal. He didn’t know what he was feeling. It wasn’t excitement. It was too fucking intense for that.
Holding tight to the bottle, he started looking wildly around the room. It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for, a package of disposable syringes. The same kind the doctors used to give out the vitamin shots. He grabbed one and unwrapped it. His hand was shaking so badly he could barely jab the needle through the thin layer of membrane and into the bottle. He actually had to brace his hands on a lab bench to keep them steady enough to fill it.
“What are you doing?” asked Kevin.
“Never you fucking mind,” said Fish. He handed the paper with the chemical formulas on it to Kevin. “Here, you better hold on to this.”
“Why, you’re not going to…”
But Fish was already injecting himself. He felt the liquid enter his system and he got instantly hard. He knew what was probably about to happen, and it made him want to cum in his pants. When every drop had passed into his body he tossed the empty bottle to Kevin.
“Accelerator!” cried Kevin, reading the label. “Fish, what the fuck did you just do?”
“I released myself,” he stuttered, realizing that the trembling had finally reached his voice. But it was ok. It was done, now. His heart was already beating rapidly in his chest. He didn’t know if that was the excitement or the accelerator. Whichever it was, he could already feel the stuff starting to take affect. He felt a deep rumbling, seeming to come from his core. It was like his whole body was vibrating, faster and faster and faster. Then he felt a dizziness, like he had just gotten off one of those spinning carnival rides. He staggered a little and had to steady himself on a lab bench.
“Fish, are you alright,” asked Kevin.
“Don’t fucking worry about me,” he said and he was surprised at how raspy his voice sounded. He began to feel the rumbling expand outward from his core. In a matter of seconds it was all throughout his body. He was getting stronger. He could feel it. It was actually happening. And then his meager, thin body began to change. He noticed it in his hands first. The veins were rising out of them growing thicker. And on his arms, the same thing, veins emerged from his smooth skin, wrapping his arms in heavy, web-like patterns. And then his limbs began to get thcker. He could feel hard lumps forming under his skin, and not just on his arms, every-fucking-where. Oh my fucking God, he was growing fucking muscles!
At first, his forearms were easiest to see. Muscles began to surface and thicken, turning his flat, featureless limbs into an undulating landscape of cords and tendons. His upper arms began bulking up, quickly packing his sleeves. His flat knobby pecs began filling out, becoming rounder, stretching out his shirt front. He looked at his reflection in the glass door and gasped. There was a muscle kid staring back at him. Holy fuck. He flexed and watched his biceps bulge up on his arms, stressing his sleeves for a instant before they ripped apart, making way for new peeks erupting out from the already substantial mounds. Yes. This was it. This is what he had wanted, what he had always secretly wanted. And now it was actually happening. Fuck yeah!
With a grin he flexed his chest and sent the upper buttons popping off his shirt. And as his shirt front parted, two striated hills of flesh, pushed their way out into the open. A slight tug on his shirt front and the lower buttons flew off in all directions revealing his stomach. At first it was as smooth as always; but then he felt a subtle itching deep under his skin, and he saw the outline of a six pack starting to form, growing more and more distinct until he actually had abs. He passed his hand over them. They were hard and solid. But it didn’t stop there; they kept getting larger and larger, pushing out, swelling up, and growing hard, like stepping stones across his waist. In seconds his stomach had solidified out into a wall of powerful, brick-like abdominals, which felt like iron slabs, grafted to his midsection. “Oh man, oh man, oh man,” he said as he ran his hand over the bumpy, rock hard surface. It couldn’t get better than this. Or could it?
He looked down at his hands. Was it his imagination or did they look thicker. They were thicker.. He heard a creaking, stretching kind of noise and felt a dull ache as his hand began getting larger and longer and wider. It was a freaking incredible sight. His hands were changing right in front of his eyes, They were a man’s hands, not the thin, feeble appendages he was used to. They were beautiful.
And then his feet, the same dull ache was running through his feet! He heard a ripping and popping sound as the sneaker top tore free from the sole, wedged apart by his lengthening feet. And they were glorious feet, thick, with wide sturdy toes, nothing like the narrow spindly things he used to have, and they just kept getting bigger. He almost couldn’t believe it was real. This was actually fucking happening to him.
He stood up straight and noticed something else. The room looked different; things seemed farther away, smaller. In a second he had it. His perspective was changing. He was getting taller. A kind of hysterical laughter erupted out of him. “Ah ha ha!” he shouted. “I’m going to be fucking huge!”
And as he grew taller, he could see himself growing wider at the same time. His shoulders were stretching out further and further as they grew into huge balls of rock hard flesh. Colossal traps rose up and merged with his thickening neck and he could feel his back getting thicker and wider behind him. There was nothing kid-like about his reflection now. He looked like a man, a man who spent his life in a gym.
He was getting strong now; he could feel it, really strong. He’d never felt anything like it before and he loved it; it was intense. He looked over at Kevin and noticed that the two of them were now eye to eye. In the past few seconds he had shot up six inches taller, and God only knew how much heavier. He felt a lot heavier.
“Hey, Kev, what do you think?” he said flexing for him. He could feel the sheer size of his bicep preventing him from bending his arm as much as he did just a moment ago. Oh yeah. He was stronger than Kevin, now, much fucking stronger.
“What do you want me to say, Fish? You’re huge.”
Fish was about to agree with him, but then he remembered the stats on the projections screen, and laughed. “Huge? You think this is huge? Just fucking wait.”
And then as if in answer to his challenge Fish felt his body begin to grow faster, getting harder and expanding all over. As his back grew wider and thicker, he felt it stretching the hell out of his shirt. Threads began popping, tearing, and ripping as his great, thick lats erupted out from behind him. Seconds later a great tear opened up, running right down the center of his thick muscular back. Hi shirt had been annilated, reduced to scraps of cloth fluttering to the ground.
“Oh my fucking God, look at me!” he shouted and flexed. His upper arms swelled into gigantic twin granite peaks. The shoulders above them were growing to the size of cannonballs. His forarms were as thick around as Kevin’s legs, Kevin who was now looking up at him&emdash;fuck he was looking down at Kevin! How fucking tall was he?
There was a loud snap as Fish’s leather belt ripped in two. His pant legs, which now resembled shorts, were tearing up the sides, releasing two mammoth thighs which were bulging out to an unbelievable volume. In a moment his pants blew away completely, leaving him naked in the center of the lab. He looked down. He had a dick that would put a horse to shame, and it was standing straight up at attention. Fuck ,yeah! He didn’t care. His body was awesome, a fucking thing of beauty. He never wanted to fucking cover it with clothes again.
And the raw physical power… The feeling of strength was overwhelming. Being a little guy, he had never even imagined strength like this or anything even close. Feeling it now, he couldn’t understand how he had lived all those years without it. He had always imagined what it might be like to be strong, but he had been way off. He hadn’t had a clue. This was so much better than he had ever dreamed and, holy fucking Christ, he was just getting stronger.
“I’m fucking loving this!” he shouted.
He flexed his already massive arms and watched them bulge up into veiny peeked mountains and then grow even larger. His shoulders continued to stretch outward, further and further, exploding into incredible globes of unbelievable size, that flowed down and melded with his titanic pecs. His back pushed out further, causing his entire upper body to grow wider and wider as he continued to grow taller and taller. He was just fucking gargantuan now. He looked down at Kevin now, way down at Kevin. They guy looked like a child, a rolly polly toddler, standing next to his daddy’s massive, bulging thighs.
And then it was over. Fish pulled a most muscular and felt everyone of his incredibly large, incredibly powerful muscles bulge out all over him. It was a feeling not to be believed. He had done it. He didn’t know if he exactly made the stats on the projections screen, but he had to be close, somewhere near eleven feet tall, weighing more than a ton. He was a fucking monster.
“Jesus, Fish, what did you do?” asked Kevin.
“Isn’t it fucking obvious?” answered Fish, flexing his right arm and running his left hand all over it. “I took a short cut.”
“It was the accelerator, wasn’t it? It kind of amplified the growth.”
“Amplified it? No,” said Fish, shaking his head. “It just accelerated it, made it happen faster, all at once.”
“You mean Mikey’s going to get that big?”
Fish nodded and then shrugged his massive shoulders. “Even bigger actually. The stats are in his file.”
“Fuck,” said Kevin. “That’s too big, too damn big.”
“No such thing,” said Fish, flexing his thighs and watching them bulge out obscenely. “This is fucking awesome. You just don’t know. But you will.”
“No way, dude; no fuckin’ way. I’m not doing that.”
Fish laughed, the sound of rolling thunder. “It’s not like you have a choice, dude.” Fish leaned down toward the trey and picked up one of the tiny bottles of accelerant. It was quite a chore. His fingers were now thicker than his forearms used to be. He tossed it to Kevin who caught it instinctively. “Go on,” he said. “Grab a syringe. One little prick and you can be a fucking force of nature.”
Kevin looked at the bottle like it was a rattle snake. For a second Fish thought he might throw it on the floor and shatter it, but instead he just tucked it into his pocket and looked back up at Fish.
“Yeah? And then what?”
“What do you mean?”
“What are your plans now that you’re a force of nature?”
That was a good point. What did he want to do? Then it hit him. It was obvious what had to be first. Fish started toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to take a little trip into the city.”
“What for?”
“There are a couple of old friends I want to visit, a couple of brothers….And a couple of adults I want to see stand up for themselves.”
“Then what?”
“I don’t know. I’ll have to see.” And he didn’t know. And he didn’t care that he didn’t know. He was huge, gigantic, massive and powerful, and that was all that mattered. The rest, he had faith, would just follow.
He bent down and turned sideways and tried to wriggle through the door. It was tough going, and suddenly he realized if the door wasn’t big enough, he could make it big enough. He started to twist inside it and he heard the timbers creek. Oh man, this was so sweet.
“Stop,” yelled Kevin.
“Why?”
“I don’t want them to know we were in here.”
“Don’t you think they’ll work it out?”
“If you’re leaving, they might not. But if they think we know what they’re doing. They might decide to kill us all.”
“There’s a little bottle in your pocket that could stop that.”
“Maybe,” said Kevin, “but I don’t want to go there unless I absolutely have to.”
“Suit yourself,” said Fish, and he continued to wriggle until he popped out the other side. “See you when I see you,” he said and in two strides he was at the front door. He didn’t fool around with this one. One slam from his fist and it flew off its hinges and out into the front yard. Then he grabbed the door frame with one hand on each side and ripped it right out of the wall, taking enough of the surrounding material with it to make an opening plenty large enough for him to fit through.
He hadn’t taken two steps out the door when he heard a guard call, “There he is!” Suddenly he was surrounded by half a dozen of the little buggers. On sweep of his arm took care of all of them. He looked up. There were more on the way. He didn’t have time for this. There was some place he had to be. He ran to the wall, moving so fast, it surprised even him. Using his two fists it only took him three swings to knock a large section of it down. And then he was out and into the woods jogging. If a tree got in his way, he just knocked it down. He knew they were following him, but they’d never catch him, and even if they did, they’d never stop him. He was too big for them now, too big for all of them.
And with that thought on his mind and a smile on his face, Fish made as straight a line as he could directly toward the city.