The Orphanage 7: Aaron (musc)

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Aaron Kolpecki stumbled back into his room and rubbed his tired eyes. He felt seriously sleep deprived. He tried to focus on his scraggly image in the mirror. What a fucking mess. His hair was everywhere. There were actual dark circles under his eyes. He rubbed his chin, and yup, it was shaving day. It was bad enough he had to look like this in the morning, but to have to parade himself, along with the rest of the Orphanage’s residents, in front of the Director, and dressed only in a pair of baggy boxers and a t-shirt, was a definite strain on his reputation. He always liked to look his best.

It was still really early. He contemplated crawling back between the sheets. After all he’d been up most of the night in that secret meeting, and now, it was only slightly after sunrise. But he knew he’d never fall asleep. His mind was too busy. He had too much to think about, like growing. He was going to grow, really, really big. How fucking awesome was that? He looked into the mirror and tried to imagine his body, really, really big. It wasn’t easy. He was pretty thin. At fifteen, he was still only five foot seven. He had always imagined he’d grow another few inches before he stopped but… Mikey had been huge, well over six feet with huge muscles. He hadn’t seen Fish, but he spoke to a couple of kids who had, and that guy had apparently been gigantic. He looked in the mirror again at his skinny frame and the t shirt and boxers that hung loosely on it. He couldn’t wait to start growing, filling out his clothes, eventually busting out of them. It was going to be amazing. He pulled back his sleeves and flexed. He made note of the gentle bumps on his arms. Oh yeah, the growth couldn’t come too soon.

There was a rapid knock on the door. “Yeah?”

“It’s me,” said a voice that had to be Rob’s.

“What do you want?” asked Aaron, who didn’t want anyone in his room while he was still a mess.

“Can I come in? It’s important.”

“Come back in fifteen minutes.”

“This can’t wait.”

Aaron sighed. “Ok, fine.”

The door opened and Rob slipped in. Aaron was relieved to see that the floor supervisor was dressed pretty much the same way he was. “What do you want?”

“It’s linen day,” said Rob.

“Linen day? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Linen day?” This is what was so important? Once a week, they changed their bed linens. This week it was Aaron’s turn. But with all that was going on, he couldn’t imagine changing fucking sheets.

“Listen, you little ass wipe, I’ve got to get a message to Kevin, but the guards won’t let me off the second floor, but they will let you—for linen day. So, you’ll have to take the message for me. Got it?”

This had better be fucking worth it. “What’s the message?”

“Get some clothes on. You have to go right away.”

“Ok, ok,” said Aaron, as he grabbed his clothes from yesterday, a v-neck pullover and some jeans. They were a little wrinkled but he wasn’t about to put on anything fresh until after he had showered.

“They’re going to give Brad the accelerant,” said Rob.

Holy shit! “What? Who’s going to give it to him?”

“Gibbons. I heard him talking to Dr. Myers right after I got my shot.”

“Your shot? You took your shot?”

“Not the real stuff, you moron. Kevin switched the inhibitor for actual vitamin shots. Weren’t you listening last night?”

Last night had been such a mind blower, that some details had defiantly escaped him. “I heard most of it. Are they going to change us all?”

“I don’t think so, just Brad.”

“Why him?”

“Because he’s fucking suck-up brown nose ass hole.”

But Brad was still one of them, one of the orphans. “He wouldn’t… I mean he’d side with us, wouldn’t he?”

“Don’t count on it.”

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know, but with him all maxed out, I don’t know if the six of us can handle him, unless…”

“Unless what?”

“We’re maxed out, too.”

Aaron’s heart started beating a little faster. Maybe he’d get to grow a lot sooner than he thought. But then he realized that Rob was only talking about himself and the other five guys, the ones who were supposed to take over the orphanage that evening, after they started to slowly change. He still wasn’t sure why they all just didn’t get massive right now. They were all going to change eventually anyway. Why wait? “Can you do that, just change now?”

“No, but I’m pretty sure Kevin’s got some of that accelerant hidden away somewhere. But whether he does or not, we need a new plan. The old one isn’t going to work anymore. That’s what I need you to tell Kevin.”

Fuck. This changed everything. The old plan, which Aaron had never liked, could never work now. Kevin had some accelerant? Why didn’t he just pass it out? They could all get huge and be out of there in half an hour. Then it wouldn’t matter if Brad blew up or not. Aaron finished tying his shoes, and headed straight out the door, his mind going crazy, thinking about growing massive.

Aaron was making a beeline for the third floor when the guard stopped him. “Wait a minute. Where do you think you’re going?”

“Linen day.” It was perfectly natural he would be going to the third floor. That’s where the linen closet was.

The guard looked puzzled for a minute. He seemed to be trying to make up his mind about what to do. Finally, he just shrugged. “Yeah, ok.” And Aaron took off up the stairs and didn’t look back.

Aaron used the same story on the guard watching the third floor and then he hurried to Kevin’s room. When he knocked on Kevin’s door, the older kid pulled it right open like he’d been waiting for him. “Aaron?” he said, looking around. “Quick, get inside.”

Aaron lost no time slipping into the room and Kevin quickly and quietly closed the door behind him. As bad as Aaron thought he looked, Kevin looked worse, like he hadn’t had any sleep all night. Aaron almost felt bad giving Rob’s news to Kevin. And as soon has he did, Kevin started pacing the room.

“So, what do you think, Kevin, pass out the accelerant? We all get juiced up and get the fuck out of here?

“That’d probably be the worst thing we could do.”

“So you do have some!” Aaron’s eyes lit up a little too eagerly.

“Yeah, I have some. But we can’t use it, not unless there’s no other way. I really took it so they couldn’t use it, but maybe they’ve got more or maybe they can make more. I don’t know.

“Well, I do know; those six guys won’t stand a chance against a maxed out Brad.”

“I know, I know, we’ll have to think of something else.” He paused in mid-pace. “Anyway, when they try and give it to Brad, they’ll discover the missing accelerant, which means they’ll know we’ve discovered their little game. We’ll have to use plan B.”

“There’s a plan B?”

“Yeah, Mikey’s working on it. There are old coal mines running all through this area. That’s what this house is; it used to belong to the mine’s owner. I did some digging on the internet and found out there used to be a tunnel that ran right into the basement. That’s what Mikey is looking for. When he finds it, we can use it to escape undetected.”

Plan B sounded pretty crazy to Aaron. “I’ve been down in the basement lots of times. There’s no tunnel there.”

“The entrance would have been blocked up decades ago when the mine was closed. But we might be able to find it from the mine side.”

Yeah, right. “I think it would be better just to pass out the accelerant. I mean, what if they send Brad after Mikey. Mikey wouldn’t stand a chance. What then?”

“Yeah,” said Kevin, stopping and getting pale. “They probably will send Brad after Mikey. I didn’t think of that.” Now he seemed to be talking to himself. “And now that they know we have the accelerant, they’ll probably be looking for it. What to do? What to do? What to do?” Kevin started pacing again.

“That’s easy. Pass the stuff out. Come on, Kevin, don’t you want to grow. Don’t you want to be twelve feet tall with massive muscles, fucking huge and unstoppable. Can you imagine what its going to be like to be that fucking big? I want that. Fuck, I think we all want that. Wouldn’t it be cool, to tear this place apart with your bare hands? They’ve been using us, manipulating us like lab rats. Don’t you want revenge?”

“No, we’ve got to be more careful than that. We’ve got to think about what will happen afterwards. We’ve got to be harder to find. We’ve got to be less of a target.”

“So, they may be able to find us. Doesn’t mean they’ll be able to stop us. All of us together? Fuck, what could they do?”

“That’s just it; I don’t know. What if they have some secret weapon, some way of stopping us we don’t know about? It’s too risky. It’s just too risky.”

“So, what do we do?”

“First, I’ve got to move the accelerant.” Kevin opened the door and took one step out of his room before the guard ordered him back inside. He closed the door and turned to Aaron. “How did you get past the guard?”

Aaron shrugged. “Linen day.”

“So you can go just about anywhere,” said Kevin. Aaron could see he was coming up with a plan. “Ok, this might actually work out perfectly,” he finally said. “But first you have to promise me you’ll follow the plan. Hands off the accelerant.”

“I… uh…”

“Come on, Aaron, I want us all to get out of here whole and in one piece. You’ll grow. Nothing can stop it. But you have to be patient. Wait for the right time. It’s not now.”

Ok, that was bullshit. “What if I don’t?”

“What?”

“What if I don’t promise to follow your plan? What will you do then? Will you let them win?”

“No, of course not—”

“Good, because even if I made that promise, I don’t know if I could keep it.”

“But…”

“Look, I don’t know who died and made you lord over all of us, but as far as I can see my fate is mine to decide. You ordering me what to do makes you no better than Gibbons.”

“So, you’re not going to help me?”

“That depends. Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll see.”

“I need you to do two things: hide the accelerant so they won’t find it and then bring some to Mikey.”

Aaron thought about it. It sounded alright. “Why to Mikey?”

“Because Brad might go looking for him and I want him to be able to defend himself.”

“Ok, I’ll do it.”

“Good, but if I tell you where the accelerant is, you have to promise to only take enough for Mikey.”

Fuck that! It was growing time. “I can’t promise that.”

“Look, if you guys go changing on your own, you’re going to put everybody else in danger. If we all want to get through this, we all have to stick together.”

Aaron hated to admit it, but Kevin was right about that. They had to stick together. Who else did they have? “I guess you’re right, but I still can’t promise anything.”

Kevin sighed. “I don’t really have any choice but to trust you. Just think really hard before you do anything we all might regret.”

Aaron nodded.

“First, you’ll have to move the accelerant,” said Kevin. “It’s in the small fridge in Fish’s room. You’ll need to move the fridge to the Linen closet. Cover it with a bunch of old sheets so they won’t see it and then push it way in the back, behind the shelves. There’s an outlet there we usually use for the vacuum cleaner. Plug it in there.”

“Ok, I got it.” Aaron turned to go.

“Wait,” said Kevin. “You better take my linen with you.” He pulled the sheets from his bed. “Otherwise they might suspect something.”

Aaron grabbed the sheets and hurried out the door. He went straight for Fish’s room. He didn’t bother knocking because he knew Fish was long gone. Once he was inside he dumped Kevin’s sheets on the floor and headed straight for the small fridge. He opened it up. There were two small trash liners inside. He pulled one of them out and looked inside. It was filled with syringes. Holy shit! He could shoot himself up and become a muscle beast right now if he wanted. He imagined growing impossibly tall while muscles exploded out all over him. I would be so fucking awesome. Nothing could stop him. He would be a fucking tower of solid fucking muscle, powerful, invincible. He wanted it. He wanted it bad.

But he hesitated. Kevin was right about sticking together. If he did it now, there might consequences for the others. He didn’t want that. But he couldn’t just walk away from the opportunity either. He pulled four syringes out of the bag, stuffing two in each pocket. Mikey would get his accelerant, but there was no reason why Aaron couldn’t take a few precautions just in case drastic action became necessary.

Aaron stuffed the bag back into the fridge and then covered it with both Kevin’s and Fish’s bed sheets. Good thing it was only about two feet tall. After he unplugged it, he wheeled it to the door. He would have to work this just right so the guard wouldn’t spot what he was doing.

He opened the door and pushed the fridge with his foot while he pretended to be struggling with a huge pile of old sheets. The closet wasn’t far; if he could just make it everything would be fine.

“Hang on a minute,” called the guard.

Shit! What did he want? Did he see? Could he tell?

“You look like you could use a hand with those,” said the guard while walking forward.

Oh crap! Just what he needed, a helpful guard. “No, it’s ok. I got it.” Just don’t come any closer.

“Don’t worry about it.”

The guy was still coming. Fuck! This guy was too good to be true. “You really don’t want to come near this stuff. Sometimes Fish wets his bed,” said Aaron as he silently apologized to Fish.

The guard stopped. “Really?”

“Yeah, there are all these yellow stains, piss…probably.”

“Yeah, ok, fine,” said the guard stopping. “I guess you got it, anyway.”

“Sure, no problem,” said Aaron sighing inwardly. He hoped Fish never heard of this. Aaron had no desire to be flattened.

He continued pushing the fridge with his foot as he slowly made his way to the closet. He had to set the load down to open the door. But he did it quickly and shoved the fridge inside. The linen closet was built under the stairs and you could see blackness behind the shelves, indicating that is was a lot deeper than it seemed. Aaron pulled out the bottom shelves and the sheets that occupied them and shoved the fridge back as far as it would go. Then he draped some old sheets over it and replaced the shelves. Only the cord stuck out now. There was an outlet in the side of the cupboard, usually used for the vacuum cleaner. He plugged it in and then arranged a couple of sheets to cover the cord. He stood back and looked at his handiwork. The fridge was completely hidden now.

Aaron dumped the old sheets in the hamper and grabbed some new sheets. His first stop would be Anthony and Ethan’s room. Anthony and Ethan were Aaron’s two best friends. They were among the few that had to share a room, but it was ok. They liked it that way. They got along like brothers.

He knocked on the door. He heard a slight commotion on the other side. “Yeah?”

“It’s me. Let me in.”

There was some more shuffling and the door was finally pulled open. Anthony was staring out at him. His dark hair was all disheveled like maybe he just woke up. His cloths were all rumpled too. Anthony took one look at him and his sheets and grunted. “Oh yeah, linen day.”

“Fuck linen day,” said Aaron stepping into their room. “Check this out,” and Aaron pulled two syringes of accelerant out of his pocket.

“Holy crap,” said Anthony “is that what I think it is?”

“Yup.”

“Woah,” said Ethan. “Where’d you get it?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ve got enough for the three of us in case things get rough.”

“What are we waiting for?” asked Anthony, making a grab for a syringe. “Let’s go.”

“Wait,” said Aaron, pulling the syringe back. “We can’t do it yet. We don’t want to make trouble for everyone else. Kevin was right. We need to stick together. These are for emergency use only, ok?”

Anthony sighed. “If you say so.”

“Don’t use ‘em, you know, unless our lives depend on it, ok?”

“Ok,” said Ethan.

Aaron looked closely at his two friends. They looked sincere. He had to trust them. “Ok,” he said, and he handed the syringes over to Ethan.

I’m going to put them right here,” said Ethan, opening a desk drawer and placing them inside, “all the way in the back.”

“Good. I’ve got to go now,” said Aaron heading for the door. “Remember, only for emergencies.”

“Right, emergencies,” said Anthony.

And then Aaron left the room. He hurried back to the linen closet and collected another set of sheets. After all, they were his hall pass. As long as he was carrying them, the guards wouldn’t bother him. He made a quick detour to his room and hid a syringe for himself inside one of his socks. Then he took the last syringe and headed for the front hall. This time when the guard asked him where he was going, he told him he had to go to the laundry room in the basement.

Sneaking out of the building wasn’t much of a challenge. The guards assumed everyone was in his room, and they weren’t being too vigilant. It was easy for him to make it to the gap in the wall and slip through into the forest. The problem came when he had to find his way to the mine shaft. He knew about where it was but the forest was large and thick, and he got lost pretty quickly.

He had been wondering around for about an hour, cursing himself for being an idiot, when he heard a huge commotion. Something was smashing its way through the woods, something big. Aaron headed for the noise and it wasn’t long before he saw the cause. Holy shit, it was Brad. But not the Brad he remembered. The only thing recognizable was the face; the rest of him was fucking massive. He must have been about twelve feet tall. He had biceps like giant fucking footballs. His pecs were like twin striated mountains. And his legs—well Aaron guessed one of Brad’s legs probably weight three times as much as Aaron’s entire body. Fuck, that’s what they were going to look like? That was fucking awesome. Aaron ran his hand over the syringe in his pocket. All he had to do was stick himself and his muscles would start swelling up out of control, ripping their way out of his shirt, making him unbelievably huge, just like Brad. He ached to do it, but he knew the syringe was for Mikey. He had his own fix of accelerant back at the orphanage and if he wanted, he could always change when he got back. But now, he had to get the syringe to Mikey, and that might be a problem. Brad was obviously on his way to find Mikey right now. Why else would he be out here in the woods? Aaron had to stop him somehow. Yeah, right. Little Aaron stop Behemoth Brad? Not likely. But he had to try. Taking his life in his hands, he ran forward and jumped right in front of Brad. He almost didn’t believe it when the giant stopped.

“What are you doing here, Aaron?” asked Brad. “Get back to the house.”

“Jesus, Brad,” said Aaron, “get a clue.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re going after Mikey, aren’t you?”

“You know where he is?”

“He’s one of us. Leave him alone.”

“One of you? What does that mean?”

“Not, one of us, one of us, as in you included. They’ve been experimenting on us, Brad. Look at yourself. They’ve done that to all of us. We’re all like that now.”

“If you’re like me then you can stop me,” laughed Brad. “Go on, stop me.”

Aaron ran his hand over the syringe in his pocket. He so wanted to plunge it into himself and teach this fucking asshole a lesson. “You’re fucking tempting me,” said Aaron. But he knew he couldn’t. The syringe was for Mikey. He’d have to try something else.

“We’re all going to change, Brad. Mikey triggered it accidentally and you they triggered so they could use you. Don’t let them. Don’t play into their hands.”

“I’m not playing into anyone’s hands,” said Brad. “I’m loyal to The Orphanage. They’ve given me a good life and the opportunity to make a real difference in the world, and I’m grateful. Now, they want Mikey back at the house, and he’s going back to the house, one way or the other. You, too.”

Well, if he couldn’t get the syringe to Mikey and he couldn’t talk Brad out of going after him, maybe he could buy Mikey enough time to find the tunnel by giving himself up and forcing Brad to take him back to the house. “Ok, take me back,” said Aaron holding his arms wide in surrender.

“Uh un,” said Brad shaking his head. “Mikey first, I’ll be back for you later.”

Crap! It wasn’t gong to work “But—” Brad did not let him finish. He just lunged forward and smiled as Aaron jumped out of his path. Aaron fell over and landed on his butt, watching as the mammoth Brad thunder away into the woods. Fuck! What was he going to do now? At least Brad seemed to know where he was going. If he followed Brad, he was pretty sure he’d find Mikey, but would he be too late? Maybe he could still somehow slip the accelerant to Mikey. Aaron jumped up and followed after the giant. It was only a couple of minutes before Brad arrived at the Mine shaft entrance and Aaron was right on his tail.

Brad hesitated a moment in front of the mine opening, and Aaron hung back hiding in a bush. He watched in awe as he saw Brad ripping out the concrete with his bare hands until the hole was large enough for him to easily pass through. Fuck, he wanted strength like that. Once again, he felt the syringe in his pocket. But the moment passed and he decided to stick to the original plan. With Brad after him, Mikey was definitely going to need this stuff a lot more than he did.

As soon as Brad passed into the mine, Aaron shot out from behind the bush and cautiously entered after him. Man, it was dark. What little light there was disappeared almost completely as soon as he got just ten feet inside the tunnel. Fortunately, he could hear Brad thundering down the passage ahead of him; all he had to do was follow the sound. He snuck forward carefully using the wall as a guide. He stumbled once or twice, but it didn’t take him long to catch up to Brad. There were guards here, guards with flashlights, and Aaron arrived just in time to see Brad free the last of them. The guard was tied to a post by an iron rail that had been wrapped around his neck and Brad, the thick cords in his arms barely twitching, was bending it like it was a Twizzler. Fuck. And Brad had this smile on his face. You could tell he was loving the feel of power in his arms. He was fucking showing off for the guards, and they were staring at him slack-jawed, just eating up what he was dishing out. Aaron suddenly realized that his mouth had been hanging open, too. He shut it, quickly. He had to find Mikey.

Brad obviously had had the same thought. “Where is he?” he asked.

“Down there somewhere,” answered one of the guards.

Brad started down the tunnel. Fuck! How was Aaron going to follow him without being caught by the guards? But Aaron didn’t have to think about this for long, because, suddenly there he was, Mikey. He looked huge, about seven feet tall. He’d grown at least ten inches taller since last night and put on what had to be about a hundred and fifty pounds. Fuck. That was more than Aaron’s entire body weight, and there it was manifested in fucking massive pecs, a ripped eight pack, veiny upper arms that looked like bowling balls, forearms like fence posts and a neck as big around as a fire hydrant. But he was still a midget next to Brad. Looking at the two of them, Aaron suddenly felt like an ant.

“You’re coming with me, Mikey,” said Brad.

“Big Bad Brad!” grinned Mikey, “Been working out? Or maybe you’re on the Fish diet.”

Jesus, how can he joke, thought Aaron?

“What are you talking about?”

“That was actually pretty funny, if you knew what I was talking about, but obviously you don’t.”

“Look, you’re coming with me.”

“I don’t think so.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” And Brad lunged at Mikey. Mikey tried to run back down the tunnel, but Brad was too fast for him. In a second he had knocked him to the ground and straddled him.

It’s now or never, thought Aaron. He ran forward, but he only got a few steps before he felt and iron grip on his left arm. Fuck! The guards had caught him.

“You can come with me awake, or not awake,” Brad said to Mikey, leaning way down putting his face inches away from Mikey’s. “You decide.”

“Brad, don’t be their fucking puppet,” said Mikey.

“Ok, not awake.” And Brad raised his fist to pound Mikey into unconsciousness, but Mickey’s head shot up and knocked Brad in the face. Aaron could hear the crunch as Brad’s nose broke. Brad’s hand went right to his face and Mikey managed to roll out from under him.

Aaron struggled to pull free from the guard but he couldn’t. The guy had about six inches on him and probably about eighty pounds.

“Where do you think you’re going, little man?” asked the guard.

Little man? “Fuck you,” swore Aaron.

“Oh, nice,” said the guard. “I’d ask if you kissed your mother with that mouth, but then you don’t have a mother, do you?”

Aaron gave the guard the finger, but the teen was pretty much being ignored. All the guards were busy watching the fight—not that there was much to see. Mikey kept dodging Brad’s attacks and trying to get away. But Brad blocked him at every turn. So far Mikey had been lucky, but one good hit from Brad and the game would be pretty much over. If only Aaron had been able to get the syringe to Mikey, but that was impossible now, but he had to try. Aaron tired to jerk away, but the guard’s grip seemed unbreakable.

“Calm down there, little guy. The only place you’re going is back to the house.”

Yeah? Just wait until I get back to my room, then we’ll see who’s the little guy. Suddenly it struck Aaron. He didn’t need to wait until he got back. There was no way to get the syringe to Mikey, so he might as well use it himself. That way he could help defeat Brad and show this asshole guard.

He pulled back slightly so he was standing slightly behind, the guards. He knew the guards were riveted to the fight, but he didn’t want to risk one of them looking over at the wrong moment. His right hand slipped into his pocket, and feeling his way with his fingers he uncapped the syringe. He could fell the sharp needle under his finger. This was fucking it. It was fucking time. He squeezed the plunger until he felt a little liquid shoot out the end, then he stuck the needle right through his pocket and into his thigh. He winced as he felt the prick, but no one seemed to have noticed. With a slightly trembling hand, he sent the plunger home.

Liquid fire shot into his leg, and then almost instantaneously into the rest of his body. “Nungh” he gasped as he felt his body light up. Oh fuck. This was intense! He felt fucking awesome, just fucking full of energy… no, not energy—power. It was an incredible sensation. He felt might and virility seething through his body. Instantly his dick got stiff. Then the amazing feeling spread through out his entire body and everything he had got hard.

The growth was subtle at first, a kind of tightness beneath his skin. He flexed his right arm and saw an unfamiliar bulge pull his shirt tight around it. Whoa… This is actually working… It was funny, but the idea of growing huge was cool, but always felt kind of abstract, kind of removed, not really real. But not now. There was a serious bicep forming on his upper arm, a round mound with a separate peak just starting to manifest on the top, the kind he’d always wanted. He could feel it hard and strong. He relaxed and flexed again. This time it rose up even larger, fuller, harder, stronger. Oh fuck. The sight of it made him want to cum. He really wanted to feel it with his left hand, but the guard was still holding fast to his wrist. He could have pulled it away, but he didn’t want the guard to see him until he was bigger, way bigger. So he had to be satisfied with feeling his hard flesh blossoming out and watching it stretch his sleeve farther and farther as his biceps and triceps bulged bigger and broader. And just above them his shoulder formed a ball-like shape and then began mushrooming out, further straining the cloth, which now encased his growing muscles like spandex. Oh fuck. This feels amazing. Look at my fucking arm!

He felt the rest his shirt tightening up all over him as his chest pushed out against it. His pecs seemed to bulge out and rise up at the same time and he could see muscle cleavage forming through the V neck. Oh fuck. And he could feel the back of his shirt straining against his lats as they grew broader behind him. His body was swelling with raw, hard power. What a fucking feeling!

Suddenly, his feet cramped, followed almost immediately by a rapid popping sound as his shoelaces rapidly snapped one after the other. A tremendous ripping and tearing followed as he flexed his expanding feet and watched them wrench his sneakers to pieces. Look at the size of those fuckers! They were blowing up to gargantuan proportions. They were already more than twice the size they used to be.

He looked up at his captor. Still fixated on the fight, the guard hadn’t noticed a thing. How dense could you get? What made it even more unbelievable was that Aaron’s hands and wrists were expanding, too. His fingers were getting longer and thicker and his palms were getting wider, while his wrists doubled up in size. He actually saw the guard adjust his grip to accommodate the change with out realizing what he was doing. He’d realize pretty soon, though. Aaron would make sure of that.

Oh fuck, I’m getting taller. Sure enough Aaron felt himself stretching upward. The cuffs of his pants were inching up above his ankles and his shirt began to slide up his midriff, exposing the bottom most pair of bulging, rock solid abdominals. He let his right hand slide over them exploring the stony hills and valleys. He could actually feel them swelling up larger and harder under his fingers. Oh man, this was so fucking sweet.

Aaron gasped as he felt a surge in the energy. His back just seemed to explode outward, ripping the first tear in his overstrained V neck. That tear, like the first popping kernel in a kettle of popcorn, was quickly followed another and another. Gaps and rips and holes burst out all over his overstrained shirt, as huge veiny biceps tore their way through, enormous globular pecs erupted outward and thick, gargantuan lats expanded behind him, tearing, ripping, rending until his heaving muscular torso was completely exposed.

Seconds later, his titanic thighs, already swollen to enormous proportions, ripped their way out of his pants an instant before the waste band snapped and his shredded trousers fell from his body, like sunburned skin. His now gigantic cock, fully primed and ready, was threatening to go nova at any second.

Suddenly devoid of its covering, Aaron got his first good look at his burgeoning body. He was huge going on massive. Holy fuck! So much fucking muscle. He wrenched his hand away from the guard and pulled a most muscular just to feel the hardness explode all over his body. He felt enormously powerful, like nothing could stop him, and he just kept getting bigger and stronger. Fuck yeah!

Aaron saw that the guard had finally pulled his head out of his ass, and noticed what was happening right next to him. But it was way too late for him. Aaron was already a good head taller than he was and more than twice his weight. Aaron couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he grabbed the guard by the wrist, completely reversing their positions. Now Aaron was the one in charge. He flexed for the guard and watched the color run from his face as Aaron’s bicep swelled up bigger than the guards head. Man, oh man, look at me fucking now…and I’m still getting bigger!

“You like that?” grinned Aaron, as he grabbed the guard by the shirt front and with one arm easily hoisted him up over his head. He loved how fucking powerful it made him feel. He watched the massive cords in his arm flex and swell under his skin, a physical manifestation of his ever increasing strength. The sight was too much for his iron hard cock and he released a tremendous load straight into the air. Combined with the growth sensations, it was the most extreme orgasm he had ever had. He got so lost in it, he almost forgot about everything else. But then the guard he held in his hand started making whimpering noises. He laughed. “Fuck, you used to fucking scare me. Now, you’re not even a good pressing weight.”

“Holy shit!” shouted one of the other guards. The game was up. They all knew now. But what were they going to do? What could they do? Aaron had to be over eight feet tall and he must weigh at least a ton, and it had to be all muscle; it sure felt like it, anyway. He could hardly keep his eyes off of his swelling gargantuan arms. His biceps were now inflating to the size of beach balls and they felt like fucking iron. Thick rope-like veins wrapped around them, trailing from his wrecking ball shoulders to his ham hock forearms. They were so fucking amazing, so fucking powerful. There wasn’t anything he couldn’t do with arms like these. He was unstoppable.

Aaron had to give the guards points for either being really brave or really stupid because they decided to rush him. With a flick of his wrist Aaron tossed the guard he was pressing. The guy collided against the wall and slumped to its base, out cold. Aaron raised his massive growing fists to defend himself against the three other guards, but at the last second decided to hold back. He had reached a point where his body was so ridiculously massive, at least nine feet tall and five feet wide, layered all over with incredibly mammoth, rock hard, bulging muscles, that he wanted to see if the guards could even hurt him. He seriously doubted it.

He was right. They came at him with everything they had. It was like being mauled by bunnies. One guard punched him right in the gut, but the guard’s fist was only a third the size of one of Aaron’s abdominals. How pathetic they seemed now. He let them pound on him for a minute because he actually enjoyed the feeling of three grown men hitting him as hard as they could without having any effect. He was so fucking strong now, there just wasn’t a word for it.

He heard a cry and suddenly remembered the fight. With three swipes of his titanic hand, he sent each of the guards colliding with the wall, knocking them senseless. Then he turned his attention to Brad and Mikey. With a shock, he realized that even though he had to be about ten feet tall, he was still almost two feet shorter than Brad, and a lot less bulky. He could feel he wasn’t done growing yet, but Mikey was down and he couldn’t afford to wait till the change was finished. He threw himself at Brad. The bigger guy was taken completely by surprise, and knocked off his feet. Aaron wasn’t sure how bad Mikey was hurt and he really didn’t have the opportunity to find out because now he had two tons of angry Brad to deal with.

Brad threw Aaron off of him pretty easily, and he landed flat on the ground. “What the fuck, Aaron?” snarled Brad. “Who invited you to this party?”

“You did. You told me to stop you.”

“Yeah? Well, you’re still too small… But holy fuck, you’re growing…”

Aaron could feel his body still swelling, still stretching, still getting stronger. “Fuck, yeah, Brad. You better watch out. In a couple of minutes I’ll be planting your face in the dirt.”

“Not if I plant yours first.”

Oh shit, thought Aaron. I’m fucked. All I needed was a couple of minutes more…

“Hey shit-for-brains!” Both Brad and Aaron turned. It was Mikey. He was a pretty long way down one of the tunnels, but Aaron could hear him like he was right next to them. “Remember me? I’m going to get away, now. I just thought you might like to know.”

Brad turned from Aaron to Mikey and back again.

“Mikey, don’t,” called Aaron. “I’ll last longer than you against this shit stain.”

“You might, if his brains had grown along with his muscles,” called Mikey. “Fortunately his grey matter is still about the size of a peanut.”

“Fuck you,” shouted Brad.

“Just listen to that witty comeback,” said Mikey. “He doesn’t have a chance against me.”

“I’ll tear you apart.”

“Yeah? Then let’s see you do it.”

With a grunt Brad started thundering down the tunnel toward Mikey.

“Mikey, no.” called Aaron.

“Stay back, Aaron. I mean it,” said Mikey. “I got this one.”

Aaron didn’t know what to do. He stood up. Fuck he was tall, almost as tall as Brad now. He could help Mikey, but… Wait a minute. Mikey was up to something. He had a plan. It wouldn’t hurt to hold back a minute, just to see what he had in mind. It would also give him a chance to finish growing. And looking at his massive, insanely powerful girth, he couldn’t imagine he had much more to go. He absent mindedly messaged his right bicep as he watched Brad march toward Mikey. Fuck, he had steel under his skin now, gargantuan lumps of fucking case hardened steel.

“Ok, shrimp,” shouted Brad. “I’m here now. Time to fucking—” Brad was interrupted by the sound of creaking and snapping timber. Aaron saw the ground beneath Brad start to buckle and then all at once it gave way. “Shiiiiiiiit,” called Brad as the floor disintegrated and he fell into a black gaping chasm. And then he was gone.

“See what did I tell you?” grinned Mikey. “Shit for brains.” And then he hopped over the pit and jogged back down to Aaron.

“What was that?” asked Aaron, looking down on Mikey. He couldn’t believe how small the other kid looked now.”

“An old mine shaft,” said Mikey. “What else? That old cover couldn’t possibly hold up under his weight. I was ok, but not him… and not you either. What the hell is going on? Kevin must be giving out that accelerant shit like candy on Halloween.”

“Ah… no. This shot was actually for you. It was supposed to help you against Brad, but I couldn’t get it to you, so I…”

“You stepped up to the plate. That’s ok. I think you did me a favor. I’m kind of digging the slow road, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh, man, you have no idea what this is like,” said Aaron flexing his titanic arms. He had stopped growing now. He thought he might be a full twelve feet tall. Just one of his massive bulging arms probably weighed more than Mikey. “If you did, you’d be fucking pissed at me.”

“I’m glad you’re here, actually,” said Mikey, “because I could use the help. I found the shaft that leads to the Orphanage’s basement but it’s pretty well blocked. I can’t really clear it, but you might be able to.”

“I’m happy to help,” said Aaron. “Just steer me away from any covered mine shafts.” A horrible thought struck him. He was surprised he actually felt bad for Brad. “Do you think Brad is dead?”

Mikey shook his head. “I fell thirty feet right after I began the change and it didn’t even faze me.”

“Yeah, but that shaft’s got to be a helluva lot deeper than thirty feet.”

“Yeah, but he’s a helluva lot bigger than I was. I don’t think we’re that easy to kill.”

Aaron suddenly realized how little he knew about his new body. He did know was incredibly massive and powerful. He could see really well inside the mine, even though it should have been pitch dark. He had heard Mikey loud and clear from yards away. But was that all? What other surprises were in store for him? “What are we, Mikey?”

“I don’t know,” answered the other boy. “But it’s going to be fun finding out.” He grinned.

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