Titanification 8
by Jaypat
When I opened my eyes, everything seemed gray. I suffered from the usual disorientation I always get from waking up in an unfamiliar place. But usually this sensation is quickly followed by a feeling of relief when I realize where I am. Except his time it was the exact opposite.
I remembered the plane, the crashing plane! But where was now? I could feel my heart beating really fast. Damn, could I feel it beating! I mean I’ve felt it beating before but it was nothing like this. This felt like bombs were going off in my chest several times a second and yet the explosions were being easily contained. I could feel a tremendous raw strength and energy coursing though my body. Damn. I felt amazing, so powerful, like I was some kind of huge machine being powered by a nuclear engine.
But where was I?
There was stuff covering me all over, big pieces of metal, fiberglass, plastic. In fact it was safe to say I was buried in it. It must be wreckage, fucking plane wreckage! Suddenly I heard a voice calling my name. It was kind of soft and in the distance but there was no doubt it was Matt.
I tried to move. Fuck it was easy, way easier than it should have been! There was a big metal piece of superstructure across lying across me. If I had been the old me, this thing was big enough to have crushed me into a red pulp. I grabbed it with one hand and lifted like it was nothing. Fuck my hand was enormous… to say nothing of my fucking forearms. Damn! Every fucking muscle in them was hugely overdeveloped, just fucking massive. I squeezed the piece of superstructure, and watched the gigantic masses of muscle roll and writhe under my skin as my fingers just mashed the metal like it was Playdoe. Holy crap!
I pushed the piece of superstructure aside and a whole shit load of debris went with it. A sweep of my arm and I cleared enough away that I could see the sky. An instant later I saw a head peering down at me. It was Matt.
“Oh thank God,” he said. “I was afraid you were dead. Everybody else is.”
“Everybody?” I asked.
“Yeah,” said Matt. “I was hoping you’d changed enough to survive.” He began clearing away some of the debris from on top of me. I didn’t feel like telling him that my change was the reason the plane had crashed. He didn’t seem to know and I didn’t like thinking about it. Everyone was dead? Jeeze.
“Titans are very hard to kill,” continued Matt. “We’re immensely strong, we heal really fast. Hell, we’re almost indestructible.”
We’d have to be to survive a plane crash. Fuck. How fucking powerful was I?
“Do you think you could help me with some of this?” asked Matt as he casually tossed another piece of superstructure to the side.
“Sure,” I said and I sat up. All that debris just fell away from me as I moved. Fuck, I felt my abs contracting and it felt like massive blocks of muscle bulging and heaving under my skin and it felt like they were moving a ton… easily. I looked down on myself and… oh my God! I was fucking immense! I thought “moving a ton” was an exaggeration. It wasn’t. I had to weigh at least a ton—probably more!
The first things I saw were my pecs. Holy crap, they were gargantuan globes of striated muscle, three, maybe four times the size of a basket ball! I tensed them and watched them leap and dance. Fuck, what a sensation… all that hard muscle moving around under my skin.
And my shoulders… they looked like they were a mile away on either side of my head and they were fucking enormous – to say nothing of my ridiculous traps. They buldged up and up… Fuck, I could barely turn my neck, which I knew it had to be a fucking tree trunk!
Then I couldn’t help myself. I brought my arms up into a colossal double bi. I don’t know what was more awesome, the sight of those ridiculous mountains of flesh exploding out of my arms, or the feeling of the rock had mass bulging up under my skin.
Fuck. I was massive beyond belief, and so fucking strong. Fuck.
Then I saw Matt. If I was thunder struck by my new body, he looked ready to pass out. It was then I realized I was looking him in the face. I was sitting. He was standing. And I was looking him in the face.
I shook the rest of the debris off and stood up. Man, I kept rising up and up and up. How fucking tall was I? When I finished I realized I had to be about 4 feet taller than Matt. Damn, that would make me 12 feet tall. Holy shit! I had to be more than six feet wide at the shoulders! Damn look at me, bulging out all over with ridiculous granite masses of immense bulging muscles. I was a fucking giant, a fucking muscle giant! And damn, it felt amazing!
“What’s the matter Matt?” I said, turning a cocky eye toward him, “not exactly what you expected?”
“No,” he said, “I mean…shit! I mean this wasn’t supposed to happen… damn!”
“Yeah?” I said, enjoying his discomfort. “What was supposed to happen?”
“You were supposed to be a titan like me, not like that, not so fucking massive. I mean… damn! You’ve got to be the biggest fucking titan there ever was!”
?I guess Dr. Schmidt got a little carried away,” I said. I flexed my planet sized bicep, just enjoying feeling the colossal size and impossible hardness of it on my arm. “But I think I’ll like this.” Matt gulped.
“Yeah,” I said, “I think I’m going to like this a lot.”
I looked around. The devastation was horrifying. The plane was nothing but smoking, burning debris now. There were even a couple of bodies scattered around.
“You sure no one else survived?” I asked Matt.
“What?” he asked like he’d been startled out of a daydream. “Oh… yeah, they’re all dead. How fucking big do you think you are? I mean you’ve got to weigh… tons.”
“Did you even check to see if anyone else survived?” I asked, unable to believe how casually he dismissed the death of so many people.
“What for?” he said. “It’s obvious only the two of us could have survived. I mean look around.”
I did and he was right. It did look pretty bleak. But I had to be sure.
I got up and started shifting through the wreckage. I was seriously trying to see if there were any survivors, but I have to admit… lifting, throwing and crushing huge pieces of airplane like they were cardboard definitely had an appeal.
Of course the first body I found killed any enjoyment I was having. But I kept at it. In the end Matt had been right. There was no one but us.
“Satisfied?” he asked, sitting on the ground. He hadn’t done much to help.
“Unfortunately,” I said, because now I had guilt. If I hadn’t grown on the plain, it wouldn’t have crashed and everyone would still be alive. But I think Matt mistook my guilt for grief.
“Dude, you shouldn’t feel bad that everyone died. I mean everyone dies eventually. It was just their time.”
Once again Matt’s callousness shocked me, but not so much as the fact that I wasn’t really feeling any grief. I mean I guess I should have felt grief, but I hadn’t really known anyone on the plane. I’m sure there was some grief mixed in with the guilt somewhere but I felt kind of like you do when you see a tragedy on the news, sad but somewhat disconnected.
Plus the fact that I was now this massive muscle giant also helped with the disconnection. The whole thing just felt so unreal.
“I’m sure they know where we crashed,” said Matt. “I mean they must have been following us on radar. I bet they’ll be flying in with choppers any minute.”
I glanced around. Trees everywhere and no sign of any choppers.
“Whatever, Matt,” I said.
“What’s the matter with you?” he asked.
“I’ve had kind of a big day,” I said. “When I woke up this morning I was in a hospital in Switzerland. I was all of 5’ 8” and 135 pounds. Now I’m fucking massive, maybe the biggest fucking man who ever fucking lived, easily as strong as a fucking truck!” I flexed my incredibly massive arms and watched those ridiculously gigantic biceps explode out of them. The look and the feel of them were just awesome.
“Jesus, you don’t sound like yourself,” said Matt.
“Yeah? Well, I don’t particularly feel like myself either. I feel bigger, much, much bigger. And when you’re this fucking huge the world looks a little different. And on top of that I’m a little pissed.”
“Pissed? Why are you pissed?”
“Oh I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m stranded in the wilderness with nothing but dead people and an oversized asshole for company.”
“Asshole?”
“That’s right, asshole! You fucking kidnapped me!”
“Kidnapped you? Are we going to go through that again?”
“Damn right we are!”
“I don’t believe this. Where would you be right now if I hadn’t kidnapped you?”
“Safe at home.”
“Yeah, and 5’8 and scrawny. Is that what you would’ve wanted? Jesus, look at you! You look like you could rip down buildings with your bare hands. Are you saying you don’t want that?”
“No, I’m saying you should have given me the choice.”
“And if I had, what would you have chosen?”
He had me with that point and he knew it.
“Probably this,” I said, “but the point is you shouldn’t have made the decision for me. It shows a lack of respect and consideration.”
“Alright.” he said, throwing his arms in the air. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask you first. Are you happy now?”
“Almost,” I said.
“Jesus Christ!” he swore. “What else do you want?”
“Not much,” I said, “just to beat the living crap out of you.” I wasn’t really serious. I never actually intended to lay a hand on him. But I never saw the color run out of anyone’s face quite that fast.
He got up and started stumbling backwards. “Don….don’t come near me…” he stuttered. “I’ll tell my father and then you’ll be sorry.”
And as I watched, he mentally reverted into that bullied school boy, a pathetic child who would say anything to keep from getting the shit kicked out of him. All that size, those incredible muscles, in the end they meant nothing. He was still a sniveling wimp.
Looking at him I felt a disgust which strangely morphed into a genuine desire to beat him up. As if my pummeling him would somehow cause his balls to drop, and awaken some masculine desire to stand up for himself, to push back, to not be such a pathetic loser.
I actually balled my fists and took a step toward him.
“My… my dad will get you,” he said.
I raised my arms out to my sides. Damn, they were exploding with massive, hard veiny muscles and they felt huge, thick, heavy, solid, and so fucking strong. “Dude,” I said, “I just fell ten thousand feet in a burning airplane and walked away from it. What exactly do you think your father can do to me?”
I saw his eyes dart from one of my colossal arms to the other, and I think he started trembling.
“Then he’ll get your family! Yeah, maybe start with your mother. How’d you like that?”
In a flash I felt myself get angry. I go so fucking angry I almost lunged at him right there and tore his lungs out. But I stopped myself. Even if I could manage to hurt him seriously – and I had every confidence I could, despite the fact that he, too, just walked away from a plane crash – it wasn’t worth risking harm to my mother. So, I held it in.
Matt saw that he had scored a point and then just started running off his mouth. “And don’t get any ideas about your future because you belong to us now. After what we paid for the Titanification process, we own your ass. We may not be able to study your change like we planned, but there’s tons of other things we can use you for. I may need someone to tidy up my playground… yeah, you’d be just about perfect for that job.”
At this point I just turned my enormous back on him and walked away. I knew if I listened to anymore, I’d just loose it and rip him apart. So I walked all the way to the tree line about a hundred yards away and just sat down, waited, and thought about what I should do.
Things looked pretty bleak. I had one idea but I wasn’t even sure if it would work.
Eventually the rescue vehicles arrived and began cleaning up the scene. There was nothing they could do for the dead people and Matt and I didn’t really require any medical care – pretty amazing, hunh?
I thought getting us out of there would be a problem but it didn’t turn out to be. They had huge helicopters designed to lift out the plane wreckage. But the first trip they took was to haul us to civilization. Matt and I kept getting stares. Everyone had to know what we were, but no one had seen anything as big as me before. Somehow they managed to throw together a rough loin cloth for me. I had fun looking down and flexing at some of the guys, and after a while no one came too close.
Of course they interviewed us about what happened. That seemed to take hours, but finally they let us go home. That was easier said then done.
Matt offered to drive me home in his custom bus, but I didn’t want anymore to do with him than I could help. I had to call my friend Scott and ask him to bring his dad’s pickup truck. Even then I wasn’t sure I’d fit in the back. Scott nearly dropped dead when he saw me. I sort of explained what happened but I don’t think he was listening to me. He was too busy soaking up my gigantic bulging biceps, my massive pecs, my brick wall stomach and the rest of my enormous muscle body with his eyes. And on the ride back to my house, he kept swerving all over the road. I imagine it was staring out his rear window a little too much.
And there was this one guy who just followed us staring at me. Eventually I got tired of it and decided to give the guy what he was obviously after. Maybe that would make him go away. I brought both my mammoth arms out to the side and flexed my gigantic hard bulging biceps. Fuck they felt awesome on my arm. The sight was obviously too much for the guy. He swerved and hit a fire hydrant which instantly started spouting. I had a feeling that wasn’t the only thing that was spouting.
There were a couple of other traffic incidents caused by my ridiculously huge, massively muscled body, but I guess a two ton bulging muscle beast like me was a bit of a distraction.
Mom took it hard. I mean they contacted her and told her about my “prize,” but she still burst into tears the minute she saw me and didn’t stop crying all night. I had to sleep on the living room floor. I didn’t want to try my luck on the stairs or the upstairs floor. I wasn’t really sure if they would hold me.
The next day bright and early we received a call instructing me to report to Matt’s house at 2:30 that afternoon. Apparently Matt’s dad wanted to see me. Who the hell knew what he wanted, but I had no intention of going. I still had one idea about how to get out of this.
I lost Paulo’s card during my transformation and the subsequent plane crash, but finding the Titanification company’s phone number was simple and they were able to connect me with him.
I told him everything, from Matt’s stalking me to his dad’s plan to pirate the Titanification process to their threats on my family. Everything.
All he said was, “Don’t worry. You are family now. We will take care of it.”
I wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to do, but then it struck me. The Titans weren’t just ridiculously huge guys, they each came from the most wealthy and influential families on the planet. If they couldn’t help me, no one could.
I didn’t go to the 2:30 appointment and I have to admit I was a little nervous about what might happen. But as it turned out, Matt’s dad had a lot more to worry about then whether or not I made a 2:30 appointment. His little empire had started to crumble. And in a weeks time he had been completely ruined. Can’t say I was sorry to hear it. I honestly couldn’t say I felt sorry for Matt either. I knew he’d be alright. Being a Titan made it really easy to make a buck.
Paulo contacted me a few days later and invited me to come back to the company headquarters in Switzerland – all on the company of course. I was really freaking people out at home so I decided to take him up on it.
They sent a special plane but it was still a little bit of a squeeze. Still I managed to make myself comfortable enough for the long flight. When I got there, they had a hero’s welcome waiting for me, a full on party with bands, a feast, everything, and the guests were almost all other titans. For the first time in weeks, I felt a little normal, even though I was bigger than any of them.
Everyone wanted to meet me and I finally got a tour of Geneva. The people there didn’t stare at me quite the way they did back home. I guess since Geneva was the home of the Titanification process they saw plenty of us muscle beasts and it wasn’t any big deal.
Of course the company doctors wanted to look me over. They told me that they had long known it was possible to push the process further and create someone as big as me, but they were worried about the long term effects. There was only so far they could push human organs before they risked health issues. They cautioned me that I might develop problems later in life.
But for the time being I was the biggest, badest, most massively muscled Titan around. I soon became very popular. I learned a lot of the Titan sports, and pretty soon I was winning at them all—mostly due to my superior size and strength. I made a lot of money playing the sports professionally and I had a lot of new titanic friends.
I never saw Matt again, but I heard about him from time to time. He was deep into the mob back home and slowly rising up the ranks. I understood Jack was now his right hand man. I guess they deserved each other.
My friends and family came to visit me often. I didn’t like going back home because I really felt like a freak there. Fortunately I had enough money so they could come visit me whenever they wanted.
Even though I had a lot of titanic friends here, there was no one special yet. I think it was because I didn’t really trust my own judgment after Matt and Jack. And the darker, angry or sad ones seemed to be the only ones who really attracted me, but I was determined not to get involved with any of them.
Oh well, if I keep looking I’m sure one day I’ll meet a nice guy who’s right for me.
One day.
END