The Orphanage 8: Matt (musc)
by Jaypat
Matt Litton paced back and forth in his room. It didn’t take him long. It wasn’t very big. Matt stopped and looked out his window again. The front yard was empty. All he could see were a few guards walking up and down on patrol. They looked tense. Of course they were tense. Everybody was tense. You could feel it in the air, like a weird kind of pressure. This sucked! This totally sucked! What the fuck were they waiting for? They should all get huge and get the fuck out of there.Matt got down on his hands and knees and put his ear to the heating grate. When he did this, it was possible to hear what was going on in the room next to him—Kevin’s room. There was nothing going on now, but a few minutes ago he had overheard a conversation that had his ears burning. Aaron had been in there with the news that Gibbons was going to grow Brad. Fuck! Why couldn’t Kevin see? The adults were on to them now. They had to kill or be killed. Didn’t he get it? Kill or be killed.
He got up and started pacing again. The accelerant was in the linen closet. Fuck, it was just at the end of the hall, just a few doors away. But the guard wouldn’t let him out of his room, wouldn’t let any of them out. There had to be a way to get to it. There had to be.
He looked out his window again and saw Aaron sneak out into the yard and through the gap in the wall. Fuckin’ go, man. Fuckin’ grow Mikey. Fuck, they all should be growing, all of them. Damn! He had to do something. He threw open the door and stepped into the hall.
“Go back to your room,” barked the guard.
“Hey, man, I just need a pillow case,” he said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
“Go back to your room,” repeated the guard.
“It’s just a pillow case.”
“It’s linen day. Aaron will be by soon. Wait for him.”
Oh no he won’t, Matt was half tempted to say. But he couldn’t, not with out giving Aaron away, and he would never do that.
He trudged back into this room and slammed the door behind him. Fuck! He looked out the window just in time to see Mega Brad strut through the yard. Holy Christ! Look at the fuckin’ size of that guy! What was he, like twelve feet tall? He had boulder-like shoulders and a neck like a tree trunk. The tiniest muscles on that guy’s six-foot-wide back bulged up to the size of softballs, and he could see them undulating beneath that tight jumpsuit. His mammoth arms were so massive, stretching his sleeves impossibly tight with each movement, it was a wonder the cloth held together. What a fucking monster! If Brad was on the other side, and it sure as hell looked like it, they were all fucking screwed! Suddenly he was very worried for Mikey and Aaron. How could Kevin just sit back and let this happen. They had to fucking do something! But one thing was perfectly clear, he couldn’t do anything on his own; he was going to need help. And in the entire orphanage, there was only one person with whom he could even communicate—beside the guard—and as fate would have it, it was the one person who was least likely to help him. But he had to try anyway.
Matt got down on his hands and knees and spoke into the heating grate. “Kevin!” He paused. There was no answer so he tried again. “Kevin!”
“Who is it?” came Kevin’s voice.
“It’s me, Matt” Matt replied. “I’m talking through the heating grate.”
“What do you want?”
“I heard you talking with Aaron.”
“You’re fucking eavesdropping?”
“Yeah. Sorry, I overheard the whole thing.”
“You shouldn’t fucking do that.”
“Are you going to just sit back and let them kill us?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Did you see Brad?”
“Yeah, I saw him all right.”
“You think they’re sending him out to shake Mikey’s hand?” Matt waited for a minute, when there was no reply he went on. “They know about us, dude. They must know we have some kind of plan otherwise, they wouldn’t have grown Brad.”
“Yeah, well, there’s nothing we can do.”
“Nothing except wait around for them to decide it’s easier just to kill us?”
“They wouldn’t do that.”
“How do you know? It looks like they’ve already decided to get rid of Mikey.”
“Aaron will get the accelerant to him.”
“Yeah? What if he doesn’t? What if Brad takes care of him too? What then? I thought Mikey was your best friend. Are you just going to sit around and let them kill him? Hell, he could be dead already.” Matt paused listening closely for a reply. He thought he could hear something, but it wasn’t words. It sounded like sobbing… Was Kevin crying?
“What do you think we should do?” came Kevin’s stifled reply.
“We need to start growing guys.”
“No, we have to be more careful—”
“What are you fucking kidding me? It’s too fucking late for that. They’ve started the exterminations and Mikey is number one on the list. It’s kill or be killed, dude. Kill or be killed.” There was more silence. “Dude, are you still there?”
“Yes.”
“Are you with me on this? If Brad gets to Mikey first, he’ll rip him in half, and it will be your fault. You might as well have killed him yourself.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Fuck fair. There’s no more fair. Fair is gone. There’s only what we can do, and what we can’t do. And if we act now, we can still save him. If we don’t act… Well, dude, you’re going to have live with yourself ’cause there’s one thing we can’t do and that’s bring Mikey back to life.”
There was another pause, then… “What do you want me to do?”
“We have to get the accelerant out to the guys.”
“How? The guards won’t let us leave our rooms.”
“Make a break for it. When the guard chases after you, I’ll make a run for the accelerant.”
“How will we get it out to everyone?”
“I don’t know… How about lunch time? First seating should be soon.”
“That’ll only get us half the guys.”
“If they all grow to the same size as Brad, half should be enough. We can get the rest after we’ve taken over.”
“Ok, when do you think we should go?”
“The sooner the better.”
“Fine. I’ll make my move in two minutes. Be ready.”
Wow, Kevin went for it. Matt almost couldn’t believe it. Unless… What if he didn’t? What if he was just stringing Matt along? Well, he’d know in two minutes. He’d better be ready, just in case.
The next two minuets felt like two hours. But just when Matt was beginning to think he’d been jerked around, he heard Kevin’s door open, then he heard the guard ordering him back inside. Then he heard Kevin running, the guard shouting, and then the guard running. It sounded like Kevin had run for the attic and the guard had chased after him.
Matt opened his door, just in time to see the guard disappear up the attic steps. He made a dash for the linen closet. He knew he only had a minute or two before the guard caught Kevin. He quickly pulled the linen from the shelves and tossed it on the floor. Then he pulled out the shelves and let them drop on the ground. He ripped open the fridge and grabbed the bags of accelerant. Quickly with his foot he shoved the linen and shelves back into the closet and closed the door—at least he tried. The door wouldn’t close. There was too much stuff in the way! Fuck! He could hear the guard coming back with Kevin. Damn! If he was caught now, everything would be lost. He kicked and kicked, trying to get the jumble of linen and shelves to go back inside the closet. It just didn’t want to go. But suddenly it gave way, slid inside and he slammed the door shut. He made it back to his room mere seconds before he heard the guard hauling Kevin back to his room and tossing him inside it.
“Don’t come out again,” barked the guard, and then Matt heard him stomp down the hallway back to his post. Suddenly he exhaled. He hadn’t even realized he was holding his breath.
“Did you get it?” came Kevin’s voice from the grill.
“Yeah, I got it,” said Matt, kneeling down to answer.
“Good.”
Matt stopped and looked at the bags. They were two small garbage bags filled with syringes. He had it. There were going to be some extra nutrients at lunch today… But wait a minute. How was he going to get two stuffed garbage bags to the dining hall without the guards noticing? Quick answer: he wasn’t.
Fuck! What was he going to do? He had to distribute the syringes. How could he do it? And suddenly he had the answer. It was so simple. He should have thought of it first. Of course the guards would stop him leaving his room… if they could.
He opened one of the bags and removed a syringe. He had a tough time believing this tiny thing could actually do what was promised. He remembered massive Brad. Was that really all there was to it? Just a quick prick and grow huge? Could it really be that simple?
He uncapped the syringe and shot a tiny bit of the fluid out of the needle. It looked so ordinary, like any one of the hundreds of shots he’d had in this place. Oh well, here goes nothing, he thought, and he plunged the needle into his thigh.
Like all shots, it felt a little weird, the sensation of a foreign liquid entering your system and spreading out under your skin, and then—HOLY FUCK!!!! Nothing could have prepared him for the lightning sensation that was invading his body, he felt fucking fully charged. He breathing got short. Suddenly, he couldn’t get enough oxygen, and he began to sweat. His head swam slightly, making him dizzy. This was a lot like a fever except he wasn’t feeling weak. In fact, just the opposite, he was starting to feel stronger, a lot stronger. Holy Christ, he felt FUCKING AWESOME!!!!
And then he began to change. He watched his arms start to swell up. His first thought was: allergy, he was allergic to the shot. But almost as soon as he thought that, he realized it wasn’t the case. It wasn’t that kind of swelling. It was a hard swelling, a swelling of power. He flexed and watched his biceps fill his sleeves. Now, his biceps had always been decent, nothing to be ashamed of, but now they were large and broad and had veins running all over them. And they were getting even bigger, growing as he watched. Fuck…
His back felt weird. Kind of like it was cramping. He stretched it out and felt it explode out of his shirt. He could feel it was so much fucking thicker, so much fucking wider. And his chest, swelling outward caused his now backless shirt to peel right off him, exposing his rock solid ballooning pecs. Christ, this was awesome! This was fucking awesome!
What little fat he had was melting off his midsection, exposing, swelling brick-like abs, which instantly began pushing up under his skin.
Then he began getting taller; his five foot ten frame was stretching upward and upward, his head getting closer and closer to the ceiling. And then suddenly, a pair of mammoth thighs erupted out of his pants, reducing the last of his clothing to shredded rags. They were hard and defined, and the width of them… they were starting to compete with his waist. Oh my God! I am so fucking huge!
And then he noticed his dick. It was thicker, longer and stiff as a board. Instinctively his hand went right to it and he began helping it along. Watching his biceps flex larger and larger as he jerked. Every fucking muscle fiber was clear and defined. Slowly a peek was rising out of the massive orb, bulging huge and then splitting. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! This is so fucking intense!
His shoulders grew broad and immense, resembling basket balls with thick veins running out of them, down and over his mountainous biceps and finally entwining his log-like forearms. His arms were too fucking much. Just looking at them throbbing and swelling with power, sent him over the edge and he let out a roar as he climaxed. And even as he came, he felt himself doubling in size and then doubling again, growing wider, thicker, taller. Whack! He hit his head on the ceiling. He bent over and realized that he filled his room, completely. It was wall to wall with hard, pulsating muscle. He was going to cum again. In a second, if he didn’t stop growing, he would burst right through the fucking wall. But the growth did stop and he found himself hunched over and cramped. His massive pecs were rubbing against his colossal thighs. He was so fucking huge now and his room was so small it was like he was hiding in a cupboard. He knew he was every bit as big as Brad was, maybe bigger. He took a moment and ran his hands over his body to explore his new dimensions. His new longer limbs were packed with gigantic, rock hard muscles. He could feel the new peaks and valleys, the hardness of it all. His body felt strange and new and incredibly powerful. He got hard again but he couldn’t indulge himself. It was time to act. He twisted around, bending as much as his gigantic limbs would let him, looking for the bag of accelerant. Wow, the bags looked so small now. They were completely swallowed up in one of his massive hands.
He looked at the door. It was way too small for him now. He would have to bust his way out. But that was fine with him. He never expected to see the inside of his room again.
But what about the guard? Matt knew he could take the guard easily. But what if the guard ran away as soon as he saw him and warned everyone. He didn’t want that. It was too soon. He needed help again. And again only one person he could turn to. There was no way he could even get close to the heating grate, now that he was a fucking gigantic muscle beast. He liked that thought, a fucking gigantic muscle beast. He flexed his titanic arms and felt them bulge up massively. Oh, the fucking power in his arms. He started to get hard again. No, keep a handle on it. First things first.
“Kevin?” he called. His voice was a hell of a lot deeper.
“Yeah,” came the reply. Jeeze, he heard it like Kevin was right next to him.
“Plans have changed. I took the accelerant. I’m fucking huge now.”
“Yeah, I worked that out.”
“How?”
“You made enough fucking noise. It sounded like a wild bull was loose in there. What else could it have been?”
“It’s so fucking awesome. You just can’t know.”
“So I’ve been told. What are you going to do now?”
“We have to take out the guard before he can raise the alarm.”
“That’s easy. I’ll be right over.”
“What?”
But there was no response. Instead, he door flew open and Kevin squeezed in to the room. “Holy crap,” gasped Kevin when he looked up at Matt. “I mean I should be used to this, but—” He took a breath and continued. “I’d say we have twenty seconds before the guard gets here. Hope you’re ready.”
“Just get away from the door.”
No sooner did Kevin step away from the door then it flew open.
“All right you little…” the guard began. But then he saw Matt. “Holy fuck!” Matt didn’t wait a second. His hand shot out and he grabbed the guard; his hand wrapped half way around the man’s chest, and he pulled him in to the room. The guard started to scream but then Matt bashed him against the wall and the guy slumped to the ground unconscious.
“Fuck,” whispered Kevin.
“That felt so fucking good,” grinned Matt, flexing his enormous bulging arms as best he could in the tiny room. Then he tossed Kevin a bag of accelerant. “Ok, Kev, time to get huge.”
“No,” said Kevin, shaking his head and turning pale, “I’m not ready yet.”
“Well, get ready, buddy. We’re in a war, here.”
“Why? You’ve got plenty of other guys to help you. Anyone on this whole floor would jump at the chance.”
“I don’t get you. This is fucking incredible,” said Matt, flexing as much as he could. “The power is un-fucking-believable. When you feel it bulging under your skin—all fucking hard and huge… You can do fucking anything, anything!”
“Yeah… just not yet.”
“Ok,” said Matt shaking his head. “But it’s going to happen, dude. Sooner or later, you’ll grow and I promise you, you’ll love it.”
“Yeah, whatever. We better get moving. Danny’s next door. He should probably be our next stop.”
“Say no more.” And then Matt punched the wall and his fist went right through it.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” yelled Kevin. “The whole fucking building must have heard that!”
“Sorry, dude, doors just aren’t an option for me anymore. Besides, this is the direct route.” And Matt began grabbing handfuls of the wall and ripping it out. Plaster dust flew everywhere, and in only a few seconds he had demolished nearly the entire wall. When the dust settled Matt saw Danny Glover, scared and shaking with his back against the far wall.
“It’s ok, dude, it’s just me,” said Matt.
“Mmmmatt?” stammered Danny. “Is that really you? You’re fucking huge!”
“That’s right, Captain Obvious. And you better get huge, too, if you know what’s good for you.”
“Me?”
“Yup, plans have changed. We’re taking over.” Matt nodded at Kevin who tossed Danny a syringe. “You ready?”
Danny looked from Kevin to Matt and then the light went on behind his eyes. “Fuck yeah!” He prepped the syringe and then plunged it into himself. “Holy shit!” he cried out and he dropped to his knees. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face turned beat red and his fists were clenched at his sides.
“I guess Phil’s next,” said Kevin hefting his bag of syringes. “It’ll be a little more subtle if I go by myself. Besides, I think it’s about to become considerably more cramped in here.” Kevin left and Matt looked down at Danny, who was gasping while staring at his stretching hands. Kevin was right. Danny was going to need a lot more room. He took a step back, past the destroyed wall and into his old room, and watched as muscles began to bulge up under his friend’s shirt. Danny was staring at his swelling bicep and grinning, “Whoa, check me out.” He flexed, and a hard, striated mound erupted out of his sleeve. “Pow!,” he said. “And hey look, I‘ve got another one over here.” He flexed the other arm and an equally large bicep annihilated the other sleeve. “Kablam!” He cried laughing. “Oh, oh, what’s this? Could it be?” he said ripping his shirt front open and exposing his swelling pecs and his ripped six pack. “And it is. It’s more fucking muscles.” He grinned up at Matt. “But wait, there’s more.” He crossed his arms in front of him causing his lats to flair and the back of his shirt to rip apart. The last shreds of his shirt slipped from his globe-like shoulders and fell to the floor in a heap, just as his pants began to tear, split apart by his colossal thighs and his expanding muscular waist. “And I can feel I’m just getting fucking started,” he said, his voice suddenly deepening. “Time to get fucking HUGE!” And then almost as if it was following his commands, his body began expanding, growing taller and broader, his muscles, out pacing the rest of him, quickly blew up to enormous proportions. And Danny was laughing as it happened. It was a curiously boyish giggle rendered in deep bass tone, and it spilled out of him as the once skinny kid watched inhumanly massive muscles exploded out all over him. In seconds he grew too tall for the ceiling and he had to crouch down, his immense, heaving body filling the room. And then it was done.
“That was intense!” cried Danny. “I almost wish I could do it again.”
“Sorry, dude,” said Matt, “only one ride per customer.”
“Holy Christ!” came Phil’s voice from down the corridor, followed by the sound of ripping cloth. Matt grinned. Another recruit was joining the ranks. Soon now, very soon it would be time to make their move, and then nothing would stop them, nothing.