Titanification 7
by Jaypat
When I opened my eyes everything was white, a white room, white people in white lab coats; everything seemed to glow.
A balding man with round glasses and a thin mustache was peering down at me intently. “He conscious,” he announced in English but with a thick European accent. “How do you feel?” he asked me.
I opened my mouth to respond and suddenly I realized I felt great! I was so happy. Everything was fantastic! I loved everybody in that room. I couldn’t imagine a better place to be.
“I feel amazing,” I said.
“Good, good,” he said, “now just relax.”
Relax? I could do that. I could do that all day. Man, I felt like whistling. Wasn’t life incredible? I couldn’t quite remember why I was there but at the moment it just didn’t seem important. What was important was that I was there in this fantastic place and life just could not be better.
“He’s ready,” said the guy in glasses as he checked a monitor. Wow, I was hooked up to a lot of machines. I wondered what they were for. I had a feeling I should know, but again, I really didn’t care. I just felt too good.
The door opened and a really big guy came in. Did I know him? I was pretty sure I did. And wasn’t it fantastic that he was here too?
“Can I talk to him?” the big guy asked.
“You can try,” said moustache guy. “But right now I doubt he remembers his own name.”
Now that was a mistake. I was pretty sure I didn’t actually have a name.
“Hey, how’re you doing?” asked the big guy.
“Amazing,” I said.
“So, no hard feelings?” said the big guy.
“Right now, nothing’s hard,” I said, and giggled. “Did I really say that?”
The big guy smirked. “Don’t worry;” he said, “soon everything will be.” And he turned and left.
“You might feel a slight tingling sensation,” said Moustache guy, “but don’t worry; that’s perfectly normal.”
And then I did. Man did I feel a tingling all over, but it was nice, really, really nice.
I don’t know how long I was in that room. It felt like an eternity. But it was wonderful so I didn’t mind. I think I drifted off again at one point and when I woke up, my head was a lot clearer, and damn I felt like I was boiling inside., like everything inside my body was dancing with a kind of orgasmic electricity. It was an intense feeling, awesome in fact, and I just spent a few minutes in bed just laying there and enjoying the powerful sensation.
And then I remembered.
I sat up like a shot and looked around. It looked more like a fancy hotel room than a hospital room, but the fixtures in the walls by the bed revealed the room’s true nature.
Damn, he’d done it. Matt had actually done it. I’d been titanified. Fuck.
I got out of bed and wondered over to the mirror. I was only in a hospital gown so it was easy to remove. In a second I was standing there naked. I couldn’t see any difference. I didn’t look any bigger. I didn’t feel any bigger. But then there was that boiling. I could still feel it, strong as ever, maybe even stronger.
I remembered Matt described something like it from when he went through the change. Damn, I was going to be a titan, a real muscle monster, a behemoth. Damn.
I remembered how huge and powerful Matt was and some of the things he could do. To think I was going to be like that soon… Fuck… How did I feel about that?
Actually I felt pretty good. In fact, I was kind of excited about it. To be fucking 8 feet tall with massive muscles exploding out all over me… Yeah, I was pretty sure I could live with that. Fuck yeah, I could live with that! Ok, I wasn’t exactly thrilled with the road I took to get here, but…. well…. FUCK YEAH!
Then there was a knock at the door, and for the first time I noticed how big it was, at least 10 feet high and 4 feet across. And the ceilings were high too, at least 12 feet. And two chairs in the room were titan sized.
The knock was repeated.
I pulled on my hospital gown and replied, “Come in.”
The door opened and in strode a colossus. I gasped. I couldn’t help myself. After all, this was the only titan I’d seen, besides Matt. All that muscle bulging up all over him and he wore a shirt that was just tight enough to show them off, but loose enough so he didn’t look too… Vegas. He was just as massive as Matt with a giant chest, ripped up abs, enormous shoulders, and ridiculously thick powerful legs, but he had chiseled features with black hair and sultry brown eyes. He was clearly a lot older too, at least 25. I couldn’t help notice how the two day stubble on his face offset his high cheekbones marvelously.
“Good morning,” he rumbled in a thick accent. He sounded Italian or Spanish. “I am Paulo. I am your… how do you say?... guide.”
“My guide?”
“Si, I am here to answer your questions, to give you the tour, to help you in anyway I can.”
He picked up and started flipping through a chart I hadn’t seen him bring in with him.
“Oh, what is this? I see you are leaving us very soon. What is the hurry?”
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“Most people choose to remain during the transition. Here they can be with others who are also going through the transition and those who have experienced the transition before. It helps makes things… how do you say?… smoother. People who leave… Things do not work out so well.”
I didn’t know what to say. At that moment I wanted to stay. I wanted to stay very much. But I knew it wasn’t possible. Matt and his dad had other plans for me and considering what they’d already done to get me here, it was obvious staying just wasn’t going to be an option.
“I want to stay,” I said. “I just don’t think it can happen.”
“Hmmm,” said Paulo stroking his chin and looking at me thoughtfully. “I see there is more going on here than meets the eye. I will not pry. But please tell me… I am curious because everyone’s answer is different… why did you choose Titanification?”
“I didn’t choose it.” I blurted out without thinking. “…not that I wouldn’t have. I just wasn’t given the chance.”
Paulo looked a little shocked. “You did not choose? This is not good. In fact it is a grave matter indeed,” he said, sitting down in one of the titan chairs and stroking his chin while he regarded me thoughtfully. “This has happened before, of course, although it is very, very rare. You see people think because we are so large and strong, we cannot be exploited.” Paulo flexed a massive veiny bicep the size of a beach ball to illustrate his point. “But this is puppy cock!”
“Ah…”I said, “I think you mean poppycock.”
“Yes, so I have been told by others. But I do not understand this expression. Poppies do not have cocks.”
I laughed in spite of the situation. “Yeah, you’ve got me there. I guess I don’t understand it either.”
“Then, if you do not mind, I will continue to say puppy cock.”
“Be my guest,” I said.
“Are you being exploited my young friend?” he asked, his big brown eyes overflowing with concern.
Was I? I suppose I was. After all as soon as I got back I knew Matt and his dad were just going to throw me in some lab somewhere for tests and observations. If that wasn’t exploitation, what was?
But did I dare tell Paulo? The Russian Mafia was not above going after people’s families to get what they wanted, and I saw no reason to put mine in that kind of danger.
“I’ll be fine,” I said.
Paulo gave me that penetrating stare again and said, “I see whatever it is you are already deep inside it.”
He handed me a business card. “Call me if you need to, anytime day or night, and we will extract you from your unfortunate situation.”
I looked at the number on the card and then back up at Paulo’s concerned face.
“Thank you,” I said.
“I am quite serious in this,” He said. “We look after our own and you are one of us now, even if you do not yet look it.”
Suddenly I was aware of how small I was next to him.
“How long does it take… to happen?” I asked.
“It is different for everyone,” said Paulo. “Usually it takes 3 to 4 weeks. But in some it has taken nearly 6 months and in others it has happened virtually overnight. Who can say how you will react.”
Just then there was a knock at the door, a brief pause before the door swung open and in strode Matt. He took one look at Paulo and his eyes nearly exploded with fury. “Who the hell is this?” he demanded.
“But excuse me,” said Paulo. “I am Paulo. I am… guide.”
“Oh,” said Matt, visibly relaxing. “Well, you won’t be needed anymore. I’ll be guiding him from here on out.”
“I see,” said Paulo using his penetrating stare on Matt. “Things are much clearer to me now.”
Then Matt turned toward me apparently dismissing Paulo completely. “How are you feeling?” He asked.
There were so many things I wanted to say to him, but with Paulo standing there it didn’t feel like the right time. “I’m fine,” I said.
“Good,” he said. “You should get dressed. We have to leave soon.”
My stomach answered him by letting out a low growl. “Actually, I’m really hungry. Could we at least eat before we go?”
“Of course,” said Paulo. “I’ll take you to the dining room.”
“I don’t think so,” snapped Matt. “I know where it is. I’ll take him.”
“As you wish,” said Paulo. He bent down, shook my hand and said, “It was very nice to meet you. I wish you good luck.” Then he straitened up and left.
“You were kind of rude,” I said to Matt.
“Oh him?” said Matt. “Don’t worry about him. You better hurry up and get dressed if you want to eat before we have to go.”
Again I thought of words I wanted to say but hunger was foremost in my mind at the moment. Matt just stood there expectantly, so I cleared my throat. “A little privacy, please?”
“Oh sure,” said Matt and he left the room.
I found my clothes waiting for me in the closet. They had been laundered and even pressed. I got dressed quickly and met Matt in the hallway. He led me to a large elegant dining room where seats of all sizes held guys of all sizes. There were full blow titans, normal looking guys like me and a host of guys who fell somewhere in between. There was a lot of talking, and so much muscle. Some guys were just letting it rip out of their shirts while others were wearing very little at all. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, and suddenly I was sorrier than ever that I had to leave so quickly.
We had no trouble finding a table that would seat both of us and the two of us wasted no time in digging in. The food was great and there was plenty of it. I surprised myself be eating almost half as much as Matt.
But soon the meal was over and we were hustling our way to the car. I looked out at the city as we drove through it and wished I had more time to see some of it. I’d never really been out of the country before and I would have liked to see some of Switzerland.
Well, I guessed the time had come.
“You kidnapped me,” I said.
“What?” said Matt. “No, I didn’t.”
“You drugged me and took me to Switzerland against my will. I don’t know what else you’d call it.”
“Wait a minute. Wait a minute,” said Matt. “Are you saying you don’t want Titanification?”
I paused. “No, I’m not saying that exactly…”
“Then what’s your problem?”
“My problem is I’d like to be asked before being drugged out of my mind and dragged off to a foreign country for a life changing procedure.”
“Fine, next time I want to give you the gift of a lifetime, I’ll beg your permission first.”
This was pointless. He just wasn’t getting it.
“How long have I been gone anyway?” I asked.
“3 Days.”
“3 Days! My mom is going to freak!”
“No, she won’t. She thinks you were selected to be a contestant on a game show, a sort of European version of The Great Race. Congratulations, you won the grand prize.”
“She’s still going to freak once I start to… change.”
“She’ll get used to it.”
Ok, I’d really had enough of this conversation. The way he manipulated things and just casually disregarded the feelings of other people… well, I just couldn’t take it anymore and I kept my mouth shut for the rest of the trip.
The car drove us straight to a private aircraft. Once we were onboard I was introduced to Her Doctor Schmidt, who I was assured was a genius in the filed of genetics. He was also very tall, at least 6’ 4” and I found myself slightly intimidated by him. As soon as we were airborne Dr. Schmidt led me to the back of the plane where they had a sort of examination room set up.
They certainly wasted no time.
“Young man, please lie down,” he said, indicating a table. I did and he said, “Please relax. There’s really nothing to worry about. I have been studying this process for some time and all I’m really going to do here is confirm a few things.”
He produced a syringe and proceeded to take some blood from me. “I’m just going to compare this with a sample I took on the flight over.”
I didn’t remember him taking blood from me before but then I didn’t remember the flight over either.
He didn’t say much else for hours. I slept or ate most of the time—boy, could I eat—and occasionally he would take blood and tissue samples from me. Matt would come by from time to time, but I didn’t have much to say to him so his visits were short.
When we were just a few hours from landing, some executive assistant-looking guy burst in and switched on a monitor. It was some kind of video conferencing and the guy on the other side was a short, dark man who looked like he was having a really bad day. But somehow I got the impression that he always looked like that.
“Have you made any progress, Dr. Schmidt,” the guy demanded.
“Of course, Mr. Billingsly, it is just as I suspected,” said the doctor.
Billingsly? So this was Matt’s dad…
“So, you can duplicate the process?” asked Matt’s dad.
“Duplicate it? I can improve on it. They’re using a very crude genetic process, probably the same one they originally developed 10 years ago. We’ve made a lot of strides since then. Personally, I’m surprised they haven’t moved with the times.”
“Improve on it? How?” asked Matt’s dad.
“Currently they set a basic genetic program in motion and just let it play out. It should be possible to introduce controls. We can vary the ultimate size. The subject doesn’t have to be 8 feet tall, we can make the subject smaller, closer to normal human dimensions. Or we can make him larger—“
“Larger?” interrupted Matt’s dad. “How much larger?”
“Difficult to say. These are boundaries no one has approached before. We can certainly study the question.”
“Do that,” said Matt’s dad. “How else can you improve the process?”
“We can vary the speed at which the process happens. We can slow it down to years or speed it up to a day.”
“You can change guys in a day?”
“I don’t see why not?”
“Doctor, if you can do half of what you’re saying we’ll all be very, very rich men. When can I see a demonstration?”
“Well, first I’ll need a suitable subject,” said the Doctor.
“What about him?” said Matt’s dad, nodding at me. “Can you alter him?”
“Yes… I suppose I could…”
“Good,” said Matt’s dad. “Call me when you’re ready.” And then the monitor went blank.
“Alter me?” I gasped. “What did he mean alter me?”
“Don’t worry about it, young man. Like all business men, he wants to see something big and dramatic—to convince him he is spending his money well. I think I can accommodate him.”
“Him? What about me? What are you going to do to me?” I demanded.
“We’ll just give you a nice dramatic growth spurt, maybe up your ultimate size a little. That should please him.”
“Again, your emphasis is on the wrong person,” I insisted. “This is my body we’re talking about.”
“Don’t you want to be big and strong?” asked the Doctor. “After all, that’s what Titanification is all about.”
Well, I had to admit big and strong had been on my mind a lot lately.
“We’ll just make it happen a little faster; that’s all. And maybe make you a little bigger while we’re at it. You’d like to be the biggest titan in the world, wouldn’t you?”
That did actually have its appeal.
“Ok,” I said. “Do your thing.”
“Thank you,” said Dr. Schmidt. “This is going to take a while so in the mean time, just relax.”
More relaxing. I guess I could do that. But I was starting to get excited. He was going to turn me into a titan, right here, right now. Holy crap, in just a little while, I was going to be massive. And oh my God, I could hardly wait. Who’d have thought?
The time just seemed to crawl by while the doctor worked at his portable lab table. I just sat there in a chair and tired to relax. I wasn’t doing a very good job. After what seemed like an eternity, he called the executive assistant guy back and instructed him to set up the video call.
Oh man, it was time.
“Are you ready, young man,” the doctor asked me.
“I guess so,” I said. “Do you need me to lie down or something,” I asked getting out of my chair.
“You can stand if you want. It shouldn’t make much difference. In fact standing will probably make a better show for the camera.”
Just then, as if on queue, Matt’s dad appeared on the monitor. “What have you got for me, Doctor Schmidt?”
“Something I think you’ll like very much,” he said, displaying a syringe for the camera.
I’d rolled up both my sleeves, but he gave me the shot in my right arm. I felt the slight prick then… nothing.
“What am I looking at, Doctor?” asked Matt’s dad.
“Wait for it; wait for it,” said Doctor Schmidt.
Then I felt it.
Suddenly the boiling I felt inside me started getting more and more intense. It became a kind of rumbling and churning at my core, and became more and more extreme as my skinny frame began to shake with it. “Ahhh! Ahhhh!” I cried. My whole body was just quaking, faster and faster and faster. But it was fucking amazing. It was this incredible orgasmic throbbing and pounding all over me.
“Awwwwwwwe fuck,” I said. “This is… This is awesome.” And then I started having this kind of crawling sensation all over.
The veins were rising out of my hands, getting thicker. And fuck, on my forearms, the same thing. I watched as veins emerged from my smooth skin and wrapped my forearms in heavy pattern like a road map. And then I felt this weird kind of squeezing and pushing under my skin. I could feel these hard lumps swelling up all over them. And not just on my arms. I could feel my skinny torso beginning to bulge out beneath my shirt. And my legs… I sensed new cords of sinew thickening up on my needle-thin legs. It was happening all over me!
And then I felt my hands tingling like mad. They were getting thicker. My hands began throbbing as I heard a creaking, stretching kind of noise and they began getting larger and longer and wider. Oh fuck. It was a freaking incredible sight.
And then my feet… I felt a burst of extreme pressure as they pushed out against my shoes. And a ripping and popping sound as the sneaker top tore free from the sole, wedged apart by my expanding feet, thick, with wide sturdy toes, and they were just gigantic.
The throbbing and pounding was getting stronger and stronger. I could feel my body getting harder and thicker from top to bottom as muscles surfaced and swelled, turning my ordinary limbs into bulging masses of sinew. I could feel my sleeves getting tight as my upper arms bulged into large, hard masses. And under my shirt, flat, knobby pecs were pushing out of my chest, growing rounder, fuller, and harder. It felt amazing. And then I started to sway on my feet. It was like I suddenly couldn’t keep my ballance… fuck, was I…? Yeah, I was. I was getting taller. I felt myself stretching, inching up.
“Yes!” I shouted, my new, deeper voice cracking. “This is awesome!’
I felt the rumbling, tingling rip through me again. “Ahhhh. Oh shit! Oh shit!” And then I felt my hard body surge inside a shirt that was suddenly way too tight. I could feel my iron-hard body pressing against it. The cloth was straining. Seams were stressing. I flexed my arms and felt my steel-like biceps bulging up bigger and bigger, stretching my sleeves tighter and tighter until the cloth was practically cutting into them. And suddenly RIIIIIIIIP! The sleeves exploded as big veiny balls of rock hard muscle just erupted out of them.
“YEAH!”I yelled, staring at my magnificent, bulging arms. “Check this out! I’m huge!”
Fuck, I couldn’t believe it as I stood there staring at those huge, ripped biceps rising out of the shredded sleeves of my ruined shirt. Damn. I could feel them sitting on my arms like big lumps of iron.
Oh fuck! The throbbing was back. Now I felt two boulders pushing their way out of my chest. I watched the front of my shirt balloon out as my pecs grew inside it like expanding globes of steel, pulling it tighter and stretching it to the limit and damn, it felt awesome!
I flexed my new huge iron-like chest, and enjoyed the feeling of it bullying the flimsy cloth, pushing the front open, making those buttons hold on for dear life. Then POP! One of the buttons exploded off. POP! POP! POP! The rest of the upper buttons flew off and my shirt peeled back revealing those two expanding striated mounds of muscle thrusting out from beneath. “Oh yeah,” I said, rubbing my hand over my giant pecs. They felt like iron.
I ripped open the rest of my shirt, sending buttons flying and checking out my stomach. I felt steely lumps forming under the skin as the outline of a six pack appeared. Man I could feel the muscles just growing bigger and harder until I actually had abs. I passed my hand over them. They felt hard and solid. But it didn’t stop there; they kept getting larger, pushing out, and bulking up, like huge iron rocks. In seconds my stomach had solidified out into a wall of powerful, brick-like abdominals. “Oh man, oh man, oh man,” I said as I ran my hand over the hard, bumpy surface, “unreal.”
Jesus, look at my fucking muscles, those hard full pecs shoving their way out of my torn, open shirt and shadowing those carved abs, and my thick arms, bulging out through my shredded sleeves. Damn, I felt really fucking powerful.
I looked over at the doc and grinned; and I suddenly noticed that the two of us were eye to eye. Holy crap, in the past few seconds I had shot up six inches, and God only knew how much heavier I was. With all that fucking muscle I felt a lot heavier.
And suddenly I was dizzy again. I could feel myself stretching upward. Legs, arms, everything was getting longer, and the cabin seemed to be getting smaller, shrinking away from me. And the Doc, Fuck, he was standing up and I was looking straight over him.
He looked up at me, gaping, as I pulled a double bi. Man, look at those enormous ripped peeks. Damn, I wasn’t just tall; I was fucking colossal!
“I could get used to this,” I said looking at my huge, bulging arms. This was awesome. But then… fuck. I felt the vibration again. No way! I was growing again! I began shaking. “Yes!” I shouted. “ah ah ahhhhhhhhh!” I cried as I felt my back grow wider and thicker, and stretch the hell out of my shirt. Threads began popping and cloth began tearing as I felt great, thick lats erupting out from my body. “Oh fuck!” I cried. Seconds later I felt my shirt rip open right down the center of my thickening muscular back, “OH FUCK ME!” I yelled and huge globular shoulder muscles exploded from my body and tore out of the sleeves. “FUUUUUK ME!” I cried as my expanding muscled torso continued to rip my shirt into shreds and reduce it to a pathetic rags which slid off me and into a heap on the ground.
“Oh my fucking God, LOOK AT ME!” I shouted and flexed. My upper arms swelled into gigantic twin granite peaks. The shoulders above them were the size of cannonballs. My forearms were great wedges of muscle leading up to my thick heavy fists. I was over seven feet tall now. The doc was now looking up at me past my huge shredded pecs—fuck, I was bending my neck to look down at him. I was fucking gigantic.
“Yes!” I shouted. “Oh God, yes! I feel like I’m fucking stone! I… I…” Suddenly my eyes went wide again. “I don’t believe it,” I said. “It’s starting again! Ahhhh… Ahhhhh….AHHHHHHHHH! FUCK YEAH!” I yelled and exploded upward, my mammoth muscles expanded to keep pace, making my monstrous frame unbelievably massive. “SO FUCKING HUGE!” I shouted as my shoulders stretched out further and further as grew into huge balls of rock hard flesh. Colossal traps rose up and merged with my thickening neck and I could feel my back getting thicker and wider behind me. And God, I had to be almost 8 feet tall!
“UUUUAAAARRRRGGGGHHH!” I yelled asmy pants tore up the sides, releasing two mammoth thighs which were bulging out to an unbelievable volume. In a moment those huge muscles, writhing and swelling under my skin, blew my underware away completely, leaving me naked in the center of the cabin. I had a dick that would put a bull to shame.
“FUCK, YEAH!” I shouted looking at it. I was completely naked but I didn’t care. My body was a fucking thing of beauty and unbelievable power, and I loved it.
“Holy fuck!” I shouted and I began to shake. “HERE IT FUCKING COMES AGAIN!” I flexed my already massive arms and watched them bulge up into veiny peeked mountains and then grow even larger. My shoulders continued to stretch outward, further and further, exploding into incredible globes of unbelievable size that flowed down and melded with my titanic pecs. My back pushed out further, causing my entire upper body to grow wider and wider as I continued to grow taller and taller. I was just fucking mountainous now. I looked down at the doc now, way, way down. He was like a doll, a miniature toy version of himself, looking up from the shadow of my massive, bulging muscles.
And then it was over. I pulled a most muscular and every one of my incredibly large, incredibly powerful muscles bulged out all over me. It was a feeling not to be believed. I felt like a mountain of iron boulders, impossibly hard and strong. I had to be about eight feet tall, weighing more than a ton. The fucking size of me… I was a fucking monster.
“Jesus, look at him,” said Matt’s dad from the monitor.
“Yeah, look at me,” I answered, flexing my right arm, running my left hand all over it and enjoying the impossible hardness. “I’m fucking awesome.”
The doc gulped.
Hahaha! The little runt was terrified. I guess I couldn’t blame him. A minute ago I had been wimp-boy. Now I was an incredibly wide, impossibly thick towering mass of heaving muscle, and it felt awesome! My massive, striated shoulders were brushing the cabin walls. My head was denting the ceiling. I must have more strength in the tiniest of my muscles than I used to have in all of them. I felt like a muscle mountain.
And then… fuck… I felt it happening again. My first though was FUCK YEAH! But then I suddenly realized why the doc looked terrified. It wasn’t just because I was an instant muscle monster, it was because I was already filling the plane cabin and now I was growing more.
CREEEEEEK! I heard as my massive shoulders began pushing out at the walls. POP, POP as my head began pushing up the ceiling.
The executive assistant guy burst in shouting, “What’s going on in here? The pilot says the weight ratio has… HOLY FUCK!” he shouted as he saw me. But he didn’t have time for much more because that’s when my giant steel-like shoulder ripped through the cabin wall like it was tissue paper.
Suddenly everything was chaos. Anything not bolted down was flying through the cabin. The whole plane began to shake. I could hear the whine of struggling engines. KATHUMP! My other massive, striated shoulder ripped through the other wall. There was so much going on I couldn’t tell if I was still growing. I thought I might be. I tried to twist my body to the side, but that only ripped larger holes in the fuselage. The executive assistant guy got sucked right out of one of the holes, as did the monitors and most of the lab equipment. I grabbed the doc with one giant hand just as he flew into the air, and fell back toward the front of the plane into a seated position. The weight of my massive mountainous body seemed to be enough of an anchor to keep us from being sucked out, too. But I could see the rear section of the plane twisting from side to side. I heard the buckling and bending of metal seconds before I saw the tail of the plane rip right off and go tumbling away.
“Uh oh,” I remember thinking, “we’re in serious trouble now.”