Titanification 4
by Jaypat
As soon as I got home I dove into bed and pulled the covers over my head. I spent half the night alternating between shivering and jerking. I didn’t know what was up and what was down. It was Matt. I couldn’t get him out of my head. I was definitely attracted to him, but at the same time I was scared shitless of him. I tried to reconcile the friendly big guy and his tricked out home theater system with the huge raging muscle beast with a passion for destruction and I just couldn’t do it. It was almost like they were two different people. He couldn’t have terrified me more if he tried… And then it hit me.
He had tried.
He was trying to scare me off. But why? Was it all an act?
No. I had seen the expression on his face when he was terrorizing that bully. That was no act. He had loved it. There was no doubt about it. But did that make him a monster?
Then there was his best friend Nick, whom he’d accidentally put in the hospital. Was that it? Was he afraid of accidentally hurting me? No, that didn’t ring true either.
There were obviously missing pieces here. There was more to the story, things I didn’t know. The question was did I want to find out?
All that day at school, I couldn’t get Matt out of my head. Even Scott and Lucy noticed.
“What’s up with you?” asked Scott.
“Is it Jack?” asked Lucy. “Are you worried about Jack?”
Jack? Oh yeah, I was worried about Jack too. I’d seen him earlier that day by the gym. He had some poor little freshman shoved up against a wall terrorizing him. I was about to do something when I saw Mr. Griggs, the gym teacher. He was a bear of a man, probably about 6’ 2”, plenty of muscle, but he had a big gut on him, probably from one too many beers. Anyway, he was a giant next to Jack. He marched over to him, grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him away from the freshman.
“Nirrazian!” yelled Mr. Griggs. “Trying to get kicked out your first week back?”
Jack just calmly and coolly looked Mr. Griggs up and down. “You like pushing me around, don’t you Griggs? Well, enjoy it while you can,” said Jack. “Things are gonna change.”
Damn, when Jack gets huge, he’ll make Matt look like a boy scout! What should I do? What should I do?
When I got home the first thing I noticed was there was no limo out front. I don’t know why, but I was half hoping there would be. I went up to my room and booted up my computer. I wanted to log onto facebook but I wasn’t sure what I would do if Matt were logged on. What if he IMed me?
I logged on but he wasn’t there. Was I relieved or disappointed? Oh my God, I seriously didn’t know if I was coming or going.
Finally, I decided I had to finish things with Matt. I had to know what was going on with him? Was he really a monster? Something inside me refused to believe it. But there were too many unanswered questions. I had to go back.
I borrowed my mother’s car and I drove out to his place. I mostly remembered the way, but there were one or two spots were I got lost. I found myself wishing I paid more attention to the route when I was in the limo and less to the PS3. But finally I made it.
There it was, that huge house behind the gate. Now that I was here, I felt fear welling up inside me. I was literally taking my life in my hands here. He could squash me like a bug. What if he was a monster? But no, I really didn’t believe he was. Still I drove past the house two or three times before I drove up to the gate and hit the buzzer on the intercom.
“Can I help you,” came a voice.
I gave my name and told him I was there to see Matt. Then I waited. It seemed like an eternity. I began to wonder if maybe Matt wasn’t home or if he was maybe he didn’t want to see me. But they had to tell me. It wasn’t right just to leave me sitting there. I was about to ring the buzzer again when suddenly I heard an electronic hum followed by a click and a rattle as the gate began to roll open. I drove in and parked right up near the front door. I wanted the car close by in case I had to run for it.
I rang the front door bell, fully expecting to see Randall when it opened.
It was Matt.
Oh my God, he was fucking huge! Why did that still take me by surprise? And today he was in a skin tight black wife beater and shorts. Hell, his arms and shoulders were fully exposed. His biceps were freaking land masses! His shoulders seemed bigger than his head. His traps were mountains next to that impossibly thick, corded neck. I could see the tops of his pecs exploding out of that low cut wife beater, and the muscle bricks of his abs pushing out of the shirt and stretching it tight across his massive trunk. He was an 8 foot wall of fucking muscle. God, he had such an effect on me just standing there.
“What are you doing here?” he said.
“I… ah… came to apologize,” I managed.
“For what?” he said.
“For running out on you like that.”
“You were smart,” said Matt.
“No, I said, “I was rude. I shouldn’t have left before you were done.”
“I was done,” said Matt, flexing those planetoid pecs and making that wife beater groan.
“No, you weren’t,” I said, doing my best not to be intimidated—and let me tell you, that was not easy. “You never said what happened to Nick and the rest of your friends.”
“What makes you think anything happened to them?” he said.
“Maybe because you asked some strange guy you just met at an electronics store to come watch Harry Potter 8 with you.”
Matt let out a long sigh, and stood aside from the door. “You’d better come in,” he said.
As I followed him in, I couldn’t keep my eyes off those tectonic plates of back muscle shifting beneath his tight shirt as he swung those monolithic arms. He led me through the house and out the back door. There were some beautiful formal gardens out there, but we bypassed those and went around to the side of the house where we found ourselves in what I can only describe as a junk yard. At first I thought it was a train yard of sorts because there were there were old train track rails and a couple of box cars. But there was other junk there as well, some old autos, rusty looking big rigs and 2 giant steel boxes that looked like big industrial furnaces. Everything just looked so amazingly out of place.
“This is my playground,” said Matt.
“Your playground?” I asked.
“That’s right,” said Matt bending over and grabbing a 20’ section of rail. I watched those massive muscle arms bulge and expand as he lifted it up and then hoisted it up over his head. Holy crap. Then he lowered it behind his head and laid it across his massive shoulders, wrapped his humungous arms around it and squeezed. I watched in awe as he bent the iron rail into a U across his back. Then he tossed it aside where it fell to the ground with a rolling thud.
“Any questions?” he asked.
“No,” I squeaked. Then it hit me. He was still doing it. He was still trying to scare me off. I didn’t get it. But I bolstered up my courage and I asked, “So, what happened to Nick?”
“Don’t know,” he said shrugging. Then he walked over to one of the old cars and tilted it up on its side with one massive bulging arm. “He wouldn’t return any of my calls. I kept calling but eventually he changed his number.” Then he grabbed the other side with his other giant hand and lifted the whole thing up above his head. Fuck, I thought his enormous rippling back was just going to explode out of his shirt. “I called Switzerland but found out his Titanification had been canceled.” Then he threw the car about 30 yards where came to the ground with a CRASH and rolled over two or three times before it came to a stop. “A week later I got a letter from a lawyer saying they’d taken out a restraining order on me. I wasn’t to try contacting him anymore and I couldn’t go within 5 miles of him.”
Then he started to walk out towards the car. I followed after him as best I could, jogging to keep up with the giant strides of those titanic legs.
“And you never heard anything from him?” I asked.
“No,” he said.
“What about the rest of your friends?”
“I never had that many. I mean who wants to be friends with a sniveling wimp?” We reached the crater the car had made when it landed and then he started to search the ground for something. It didn’t take him long to find it. About three yards further out was another, similar crater.
“Damn!” he said. Then he pulled out a tape measure and started measuring the distance between the two craters. “I must not be getting enough vitamins.”
“But you had to have some other friends,” I said, refusing to be distracted.
“Oh sure,” said Matt. Waking over to the junk car and turning it on its side once again. He hefted it up and balanced it on his massive shoulder with one hand grabbing the undercarriage to keep it steady. Then he headed back for the starting point.
“They kept coming around acting like I should be sorry about what happened at the cafeteria,” he continued. “And when I wasn’t; when I told them I was glad it happened, that I actually enjoyed it and I wished I could do it again, that’s when they stopped coming over, stopped calling, and started being busy any time I called them.”
We’d come back to the place where we started. He looked down at me and said, “But they didn’t understand. At one point or another every guy in that entire hellish school had walked past me getting my ass kicked, and never did a thing to stop it. So, why should I care if 63 of those assholes wind up in a hospital? Short answer: I don’t. And I’m not going to pretend to be sorry either, not for anyone!” He slammed the car to the ground with a CRASH, and the undercarriage broke away from the body. “Damn!” he said. “They really need to make these things better.”
“And no one ever calls you… ever?” I asked.
“Nope,” he said. “Guess they didn’t want to be friends with a monster.”
“You’re not a monster,” I said.
“Yeah? Well, you’re the first one to say so. Even my parents manage to stay away most of the time. I’m pretty sure I scare them now, too.”
“You don’t scare me,” I said, “not anymore.”
Then Matt stopped and looked at me, as if he were trying to see if I was serious or not. Maybe he thought I was playing a joke on him. But I could have told him, no one, but no one would play that kind of a joke on him.
“You hungry?” he asked.
“I could eat,” I said.
“I’m starved,” he said. “Wanna stay for dinner?”
“Sure,” I said. “I’m really looking forward to seeing you eat a cow.”
“Sorry,” he said. “Tonight, I’m eating a whale.”
“That’s disappointing,” I said. “I had seafood last time.”
He laughed and we went back inside the house.
He had a large dining room and a large dining table and they needed it. There was food everywhere. Roast beef, sucking pig, several whole turkeys, and every kind of vegetable dish you could imagine. They looked like they were having a huge party.
Matt sat on a cushion on the floor and he still loomed up over the table. They had a huge plate for him, about the diameter of a car tire with an oversized knife, fork and spoon. I had a much more conventional chair and place setting. Everything was delicious, and there were a lot of different things to try. I ate till I was bursting and still did not make a dent in all there was to offer.
Matt spent so much time eating that there wasn’t a lot of room for conversation, but I told him he needed to get out more.
He kind of shrugged and said, “I guess.”
“No really,” I said. “It’s not good for you to stay here all by yourself all the time. You need to get out and meet new people. So maybe you got kicked out of your old school, but maybe you could find a new one, someplace where you don’t have any history, where you could start fresh.”
“Maybe,” he said.
“You don’t need to make up your mind right now,” I said. “Just think about it.”
“I will,” he said.
It took me 20 minutes to stuff myself to the gills. Matt went at it for well over an hour and by the time he was done, there wasn’t much left. It’s not like he wolfed it down or anything. He had very good table manners. It’s just that all his helpings were proportionately larger and so were his mouthfuls. And damn, that boy could eat.
After diner we went to the theater where he had an Xbox hooked up to his big screen. And I can tell you, game play is a lot different when all the characters are life-sized.
We played for about an hour. I have to confess I kept stealing glances at him. He was pretty damn amazing to look at, all those humungous muscles bulging and writhing where I could see and even where I couldn’t.
Finally I had to ask, “How much do you weigh?”
He looked at me with a kind of half smile and said, “About as much as a small car.” Then he shifted position bucking his hips slightly. I looked and damn, in those form fitting pants, you sure didn’t need a magnifying glass to see he was getting hard.
“You liked that question, didn’t you?” I said.
“Oh, sorry,” he said, looking a little embarrassed. “When I think about my size it just happens. I can’t help it.”
Oh really? “Remember the other day when you were talking about your bicep. You compared it to a watermelon. What would happen if I told you I think it might be bigger? It sure as hell is harder and has those huge veiny peaks.”
“Oh shit,” he gasped. He bucked his hips again and this time he spread his mammoth legs wide. Damn, there was a monster growing in his pants. “Dude,” he said, “I’m not sure you really want to do this.”
“Why not?” I said. “Is it because your legs are a lot like massive steel pylons?”
“Fuck!” he yelled, as the thing in his pants became a huge mound and I could hear his zipper stressing. “No, dude,” he said, breathing hard, “You don’t know what you’re unleashing! Ahhhhh ahhhhh, OH FUCK!”
Suddenly there was a huge RIIIIP at the front of his pants exploded and a huge cock erupted out. Dam that thing was the length of my arm and twice as thick! I couldn’t help but wonder how far this could go.
“And your chest is like a couple of wrecking balls, except I bet way more powerful,” I said.
“AHHHHH!” He cried, his hips thrusting toward the air, “You don’t understand. When titans get hard, it isn’t just our cocks that get bigger and harder… It’s everything… OHHHHH!!”
And then I saw it. His entire body was swelling beneath those form fitting clothes, pulling them tight, stretching them out. Damn. Those muscles… They were fucking incredible… And were just getting bigger.
“So, if I were to say your stomach is a massive wall of titanium bricks, what would happen?”
“OOOOOH GOD!” he shouted and suddenly rips and tears started opening all over his clothes as his colossal muscles just tore free of their cloth prisons. He stood up. “AHHHHHRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!” he yelled as he pulled a most muscular and every scrap of cloth on his massive swollen body just exploded into shreds, leaving him completed naked, beyond enormous, with a cock as hard and straight as a cannon! Damn his stomach really was like a massive wall of titanium bricks…
“See what you’ve started?” he cried. “I should make you finish it, but I would snap you like a toothpick!”
Fuck, compared to him I really was a toothpick. But I thought maybe I could help anyway. I grabbed his colossal cock and started caressing and licking the giant bulbous head.
“Damn! Oh Damn!” he yelled and in a minute I was dropping to the floor to avoid the gushing torrent that was erupting from his giant member.
As soon as it was over, I looked up at him standing there, mammoth chest heaving in and out, and he started to deflate, not just his cock but all over. In a minute he was back down to his usual gargantuan size. He looked down at me. “That was amazing,” he said.
I had to laugh. “Well that goes double for me.”
“I should probably get some clothes.”
“Don’t bother,” I said. Then he got this kind of half smirk.
I blushed and said, “What I mean is it’s getting late and I should probably be going.”
“I’ll get some clothes and see you out.”
“It’s ok,” I said. “I know the way.”
I got in my car and drove off. I was on cloud 9. I couldn’t remember when I’d felt happier. And to think I half-thought I was going to my death. It was almost enough to make me laugh.
I was even in a great mood the next morning when I got into school. And I don’t think I need to tell you how rare that was.
I was just settling into my seat, trying to figure out how I was going to explain to Mr. Petersen that I didn’t have my homework from last night, when I felt the ground shake a little. I looked up just in time to see a HUGE figure squeeze in through the door. Holy crap, that couldn’t be, but it was! It was Matt! Was I hallucinating or was he really here? And if he was here, what was he doing here?
Well, if I was hallucinating everyone else was too, because they were all staring slack jawed at the front of the room.
A second later Mr. Petersen squeezed in behind him. “Everybody,” he said. “We have new student.”