Cosmetic Enhancements

He had not expected the process to work so well...

Dr. Andrew Don worked for a cosmetics and beauty company as a

researcher into beauty enhancers.  It was something of an obsession

with him, this business of improving looks.  He was a mouse of a man,

short, thin, attractive in a quiet Sunday afternoon sort of a way.

Standing in front of a mirror he would consider his flat chest, narrow

hips, stick-like legs and try to imagine himself as something

different.  He wanted to be better looking; he wanted to be tall,

muscular and handsome.  For years he had helped research new products

that could augment the beauty of a woman or man.

Andy had sampled them, himself.  But all the cosmetics and prosthetics

and padding and creams only painted beauty onto an otherwise drab

body.  Andy had a dream to create a system, that would directly modify

the body, endowing it with strength and elegance, in whatever measure

was desired.  The Company tolerated his endeavours, looking the other

way from money it perceived as being wasted.  Andy was an excellent

researcher, and had helped create products that generated millions of

dollars of revenue every year.  So they ignored his extra-curricular

research, even while they raked in the profits.

Andy would never have admitted to his real dream.  His secret desire.

He didn't just want to be handsome, he wanted to be an astonishing

man, with hoards of men at his beck and call.  He wanted to hear their

begging voices, he wanted to feel the power that knockout looks can

command.  It was his private fantasy, that drove his public obsession.

Andy tried everything.  Really, everything.  Exotic plants from the

furthest rain forests, obscure fungal mixtures, rare proteins gathered

from animals all over the earth.  No luck.  He shifted to direct

modification of the body: hormonal and glandular treatments,

psychological uplifting and biofeedback, DNA modification.  Zippo.

Beauty formulas from ancient writings: Greek, Egyptian, Babylonian,

Hittite, and others.  Concoctions and potions hidden in cultural

magic, voodoo and witchcraft.  Nada.  He moved into physics: gamma

radiation, neutron bombardment, tachyon phase locks.  No sale.  Then

he got into the really bizarre: quantum constant shifting, hyperspace

distancing, relativistic mass retention.  Nothing.  Nothing.  Nothing.

But Andy was very determined.  If one procedure alone was ineffectual,

perhaps some of them in concert together would work.  The possible

combinational test cases were enormous.  He worked hard trying to

narrow the field down to the most likely candidates for success.  Then

he started experimenting all over again.

The weeks went by.  Combination after combination failed.  Then --

something different.  All along he had been using Norway blacks (a

kind of white mice) for him testing.  Many of the tests had had

deleterious consequences for the mice, most had had no effect at all.

But this one, this combination, had done something.  Compared to the

controls, the test mice were larger, healthier looking, much more

active.  It was a combination of hormonal treatments and quantum

modification that did the trick.  The quantum effects provided the

extra mass, the hormonal modifications directed where the mass was to

be added.  Otherwise the system would just increase the size of the

subject in even proportions.

That was only the beginning.  Encouraged by his success, Andy fought

to refine the process, to define its parameters, test it for dangers

or defects.  In everyway but one, it was perfect.  But that one point

bothered him.

In mathematics there is a area of study concerned with catastrophe

theory: the study of systems that make the transition from order to

chaos very quickly.  Take a large plastic ball, and fill it with

marbles.  Swirl it so that the marbles race about the inside, then

stop.  For a moment they maintain their order, slowing because of

gravity and friction.  But instead of just getting slower and slower,

till they stop, at a critical point the whole system collapses and the

marbles bounce around wildly before coming to rest.  Andy found

something like that in his process.  Tweak the system too far, and the

energy flow slipped out of control, shot up exponentially.  The

equations were unclear on when this happened or what the effects would

be.  Andy experimented carefully until he felt he understood the

limits of safety.  It wasn't perfect, he would have to be careful, but

he chose to discount the risk.

There was also a minor side effect from the hormonal treatment, a

certain euphoria, that was inevitable.  But he felt he could handle

that.

Finally, Andy was done.  It was time for a real test.  He mulled this

one over for several weeks.  It was highly illegal and unethical for

him to experiment on a human, even if it was himself.  But the drive,

the desire, the need to realize his dream made him willing to take the

chance.  It would be years or decades before such a system could be

packaged for sale, probably even longer for FDA approval, if ever.

The Company would definitely throw him out if he experimented on

himself, but the results of the process would be his forever.  He

decided to do it.

Andy had to make preparations.  This was not a trivial problem.  The

Company was nobody's fool.  Once they realised what was happening they

would halt the process.  It took weeks to make all the proper

arrangements, to make sure that the power could not be interrupted in

the usual manner.  The labs were monitored.  Andy devised tapes to

show an empty lab, then built systems that could be switched in to

fool the cameras.  He began to stop by the lab on Friday nights to get

security used to the idea of him being there after hours.  He feigned

frustration with his efforts, even as they neared completion.

Late one Friday night, Andy returned to the labs.  The guards ignored

him as he walked passed.  His black shoe heels clicked down the many

halls until he reached the labs.  For three days he had been injecting

himself with the hormonal triggers.  The potential was at maximum,

tonight he would use the quantum field effect to twist probability and

construct his new body from the flowing energies.

Wearing his white lab coat over a blue shirt and some white slacks,

Andy entered the Dirac cage, which was contained within a huge metal

doughnut.  The wave guide torus held a single electron, almost ten

centimeters in diameter, in a standing probability wave.  He held a

remote control, that would allow him to control the effect of the

process.  He would customize his body.

Andy threw a switch and the room blossomed with power.  In the

distance he heard an alarm go off.  Carefully, he twisted the dial...

At first, he felt nothing.  The room hummed a little louder, and that

was all.  Then he noticed his breathing was becoming constricted.

Pausing for a moment he tried to identify the problem.

Then it struck him.  His chest was bigger.  Not much, not much at all,

but he was very excited about it.  He started the process up again,

and watched his chest.

It was like two balloons, slowly inflating.  His clothes were growing

with him, but his chest was growing out of proportion to his body, and

it began to strain at his shirt.  The sensation of growth was

pleasurable, libidinous even, and Andy took a deep breath and felt the

shirt stretch under the strain.  He grew a little bigger.  Andy had

been just over five feet tall when he entered the room, now he was

nearing six feet.  His chest was pressing mightily against material

that just was not designed for such weight.  Taking another deep

breath, Andy thrust his chest forward.  It was too much.  The shirt

ripped open.

His legs, especially his thighs were growing more massive.  The white

slacks felt like they were shrinking.  Squatting a little he felt the

crotch split from end to end.  Tensing his legs he made his thighs

bulge, and the seams blew out.  His feet grew longer, and burst out of

his shoes.  He paused the process and kicked them out of the field,

then admired his long muscular legs.

Andy had to have more.  Twisting the dial a bit further, he starting

growing into the seven foot range.  His chest expanded even more and

began to press ponderously at the front of his lab coat.  He noticed

that his mousy coloured hair had turned a rich golden blonde, and was

growing also, now shoulder-length.  Andy shook his head, enjoying the

way it flowed about his shoulders.  The fabric stretching across his

naked chest was pleasurable also, but he wanted to pop the coat the

way he had the shirt.  Breathing in slowly he increased the pressure,

noting for the first time the way his enlarged nipples poked up

through the material.  With a ping! and a dink! and a poink!, his

buttons blew off, and his stunning chest came out to play.  Massaging

his chest with his hands he stroked his nipples, sighing at their new

sensitivity.

He was wearing only the lab coat and underwear when the guards burst

into the room.  He couldn't hear their shouting over the all-pervasive

hum, but he knew that were demanding that he stop.  He smiled at them.

Until they managed to switch off the power, he was safe, nothing could

enter the field.  Moreover he saw the glint in their eyes as his new

improved body registered with them.  Placing his hands on his hips he

let them stare at him, his huge chest thrust proudly forward.  He was

still growing, and he felt a new tension.  He looked down.  His

underwear was straining against the swell of his widening hips and

expanding groin, the material was drawing up against his crotch,

painfully.  Suddenly the fabric ripped, and the underwear fluttered to

the floor.  He looked up at the guards and grinned at their reactions

to his massive prick.

It was like a drug, their fascination with him.  He watched them, they

watched him.  Andy wanted to be bigger.  He turned the dial a little

further...

There was a flash, like lightening and a crack of thunder.  He felt

power coursing into his body.  The lights dimmed, flickered and died

as energy was sucked into the system.  His eyes grew wide as he felt a

sensation of rising in his gut.

He had turned the dial too far...

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The guards stopped in their tracks when they saw Andy.  It took them a

moment to recognize him.  His process was going full tilt.

Headquarters told them to stay put, and to look for a chance to

interrupt the experiment.  So they watched but did nothing else.  No

doubt about it, he was onto something.  And when him underwear failed

to stay on his growing frame, they were all sweating a little.

Then something seemed to go wrong.  The noise in the room scaled up,

the lights failed, emergency illumination kicked in.  The process was

still continuing, but seemed to be accelerating.  Andy was growing at

an increasing rate, eight feet, ten, fifteen.  The ceiling was thirty

feet up, but he reached it in just a few seconds.  There was a steady

wind as his expanding body displaced the air.  The guards looked up

and up and up at the growing giant, towering above them.  When he

reached the ceiling Andy crouched down and raised his hands.  Then

lifting up he pushed his arms through the concrete, driving himself

into the floor above.  In a moment, all the guards could see were his

legs and hips, and his barefeet were beginning to fill the field

chamber.

High overhead the sounds of breaking and crashing continued as Andy

welled up through the guts of the building.  Then a breath of warm air

drifted down.  He had broken through the roof.  And still he grew.

Now only his legs up to his knees were visible to the top of the

ceiling.  Suddenly his left leg began rising, concrete and dust fell

as he wrenched it through the top of the room.  Then distant crunching

noises sounded as he planted his foot down again.

The guards began to fear that he would never stop growing.  Two of

them dashed out of the lab.  Two remained.  Andy's leg was only

visible to his midcalf.  His single barefoot filled the field chamber,

but the ethereal glow of the process fit his skin like a glove.  He

was still in its power, still rising to the clouds.  Lifting his foot

onto its toes, he managed to keep it inside of the chamber.  His foot

grew larger and larger.  The raised heel pressed up against the roof,

lifting it in great jagged cracks.  His toes began to fill the

chamber, colossal and lovely, the floor sank further beneath his

weight.  It was well that there was no basement.

Somewhere near the point where the enormous arch of his barefoot was

halfway into the floor above, his foot pressed out of the quantum

torus.  There was a blue flash, and the field collapsed.  Silence, but

for the occasional crash of falling concrete settled over the lab.

The two guards stared at the colossal foot (what they could see of

it), sixty feet long and twenty-five feet wide, his toes had the girth

of tree trunks, even the smallest was bigger than a man.  His nails

were the size of tables.  Slowly the giant foot began to lift into the

air, tearing the ceiling up with it.  A great rush of warm air poured

into the room.  The massive toes wiggled once before disappearing from

sight.

There was a long pause.  Strange crashing noises were heard overhead.

The two guards sprang for the door, too late.  The monstrous barefoot

returned, crashing down the ceiling under its gigantic weight,

crushing everything in its path.  The guards' screams were cut off in

mid-cry as Andy stomped them and the lab flat.

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Two things went through Andy's mind.

....Oops...

....Wow...

He had screwed up.  Betrayed by his greed he had crossed the safety

threshold.  The price was an unstoppable surge of energy that made him

grow huger every passing moment.  He had burst through the core of the

building like a bomb, shouldering aside each floor in turn until

emerging into the warm summer night.  Then his chest, and hips went

through the same passage widening it further.  The sounds of the

breaking concrete and steel faded as he soared up higher and higher.

His legs were binding in the small hole, so he lifted his left leg out

of it.  There was no place to put it but back on the building, and his

foot sank deep into it with much crashing and crumbling.  Something

else was growing within him too.  That portion that had delighted in

the guards looking at his magnificent body was also enlarged.  It told

him to raise his right foot, to drain every drop of power in the

transformation, until the last possible moment.

Andy grew larger and larger.  Finally, he felt the machine break

against his toes.  The field died, taking with it that strange sense

of rising, that tingling sensation on his skin.  Arms akimbo, Andy

surveyed the world from him new height, then looked down, far far

below to where his calves emerged from the tiny fifteen story

building.

It occurred to Andy that the machine was his only way to return to a

normal size.  But he knew its secrets, knew how to make another, and

he decided he did not want anyone else following him in this way.

That meant destroying the machine, and the various records of its

construction.

And Andy knew an easy way to do that.  Lifting his right foot, he

extricated it from the building, then laid it flat upon the roof and

stepped down.  His barefoot crunched through it easily, it was a

delightful sensation, all that stuff breaking under his weight.  He

lifted his foot and stomped harder.  The building fell apart like a

sand castle, casting debris in all directions.  Andy trampled the

whole building, taking especial care to stamp harder near to where his

lab had been.  The ground was covered in rubble, pitted with enormous

footprints, that he left wherever he stepped.

Then it occurred to him.  There may have... no... There had been people

in that building.  He stared at the ruin and wondered what it was like

as his gigantic feet pulverised everything around them before

squashing them like bugs.  He hadn't even felt any of them.  Looking

down at his feet he thought that he was probably still standing on

some.  Maybe even those guards that had run into the lab.  He wriggled

his toes, thinking that nothing must remain of them but some grease

stains.  God, he was big.  He caressed his chest and nipples, sighed

at their sensitivity.  He knew what was wrong.  The euphoria was with

him, a strange subtle lust that constantly hummed in his body.  It

made him less mindful about those tiny men crushed under his toes.

Indeed, he felt some satisfaction at his new ability.  Maybe he would

step on a few more just for fun.

But first, Andy had some business to take care of.  The machine was

replaceable, so long as the records of its construction were intact.

He had managed to limit the distribution of his plans and prints, but

one copy was on site in the records building, and the other was in the

city at headquarters.  Both would have to be destroyed before he was

safe.

He started walking towards the records building with a stern look in

his eyes, and the ground sank under his feet like wet sand...

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Though it was late on a Friday night, There were other people at the

complex.  And the noise of Andy's gigantic growth was too much to

ignore.  So a dozen or so men were outside watching him as he stomped

the lab building flat.  Then with a wicked gleam in his eyes he turned

towards another group of buildings.  He seemed to move slowly, with a

ponderous magnificence that accentuated just how enormous he really

was.  When he took a step his foot impacted the ground with a

crunching thud, and the earth shook.  His titanic testicles bobbed and

swayed as he walked, his arms swung by his side with lazy grace.

Ker-runch THUD... ker-runch THUD, he reached the parking lot in a few

steps, and stopped.

There far below, illuminated in a circle of yellow light, was his car.

Andy squatted down on his heels, unaware of the terrible fright he

gave a little man directly beneath him, and reached out his hand.  The

car was tiny, sitting in the palm of his hand, he rolled it over,

noted how fragile it was.  Then he turned his hand over and watched it

fall and smash onto the ground below.  Standing back up again, he

looked at the buildings, then down at the few scattered cars.  The

records could wait a moment longer.

Stepping onto the tarmac, Andy noticed how brittle it was under his

feet, like walking across firm snow on a cold morning.  He played

idly, with no discernible purpose.  Pushing a car around with his big

toe, he smiled and wondered if the driver had his insurance paid up.

On a whim he tried to pick it up with his toes, but it crushed and

fell from his grip.  The next car he just stepped on, nothing fancy,

just CRUNCH, and he looked at it.  There wasn't much to see, just a

flat glob of blue metal and a tiny tire in the bottom of his giant

footprint.

The next car was a pleasant surprise.  Andy saw it moving out of the

corner of his eye.  Curious, he bent down and picked it up.  Looking

it over he saw that there was a tiny man inside of it.  He was so

small.  He could have lain full length across the nail on his little

finger, with room to spare on every side.  He didn't seem to like his

attention.  He could see him screaming and thrashing about inside.  It

amused him that he was so frightened, but he saw his point, after all,

he was just a bug to him, and he had already squashed more than a few

tiny men this evening.  Andy considered trying to remove him from his

little car.  He found his terror of him disconcertingly pleasant.  But

then decided that he should finish business first.  Squatting down he

set the car on the tarmac and gave it a push with his finger.  It shot

off like a rocket, bouncing and weaving and trying to stay on the

road.

Laughing, Andy stood and went on to the records building.  It was only

a few steps away at his new size.  He considered it for a moment, it

was a nice little building, but it held information he wanted

destroyed, and the building had to go.  But he couldn't just stomp it,

the records might survive and be discovered.  Falling to his knees,

Andy removed the line of trees decorating the lawn outside the

building, plucking them whole from the ground like bushy flowers.

Peering closely, he tried to identify the rooms containing the trade

secrets.  Upon finding them he marked it with his fingernail, gouging

it into the soft stone, then went back to the parking lot and

collected all the cars he could find.  He made several holes in the

roof over the records rooms with his forefinger, then broke the cars

in half, like raw eggs, spilling the contents of their tanks into the

building.  A halogen streetlamp served as his match, he dropped it

into the hole, and its heat ignited the gasoline with a whoosh.

Sitting back on his heels, he watched the building burn.  After a few

moments he heard the sound of sirens, and he frowned, they were coming

too soon.  The fire needed time to do its work.  Standing up, he

started down the access road to intercept them.

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The two fire engines screamed up the road.  Turning a corner they came

to a screeching sliding halt.  A foot.  A bare foot.  A man's gigantic

barefoot blocked the road.  As the men watched, the foot lifted slowly

off the ground and moved towards the lead truck.  The men abandoned

it, just in time, as Andy stepped on it, completely covering it under

his sole, crushing it flat with a crunching screech.  The tank of

water it contained split and blew water out the side.  Then Andy

reached down and grabbed the other truck, stood up, turned it over in

him hands, examining it.  Then with contemptuous ease, hurled it

sidearm into the night sky.  It flew for nearly a mile before crashing

into the side of a hill.

Far below, the tiny men stared up in terrified awe as the giant raised

his barefoot and stomped, buckling the road.  Three times he pumped

his great leg, pounding out a deep crater that made the access road

impassable.  Then he strode off, shaking the earth with every ground

crunching step.

He had demolished the machine and the local records.  Only one set of

copies remained.  At corporate headquarters.  In the city...

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Andy walked easily, confidently.  His head held high, giving no heed

to where he stepped...

He was walking down the road alone when he felt the ground shake.  At

first it was a bare murmur, a subtle movement.  But with every passing

occurrence it increased in volume and intensity.  He cast about,

trying to figure out what was happening, wondering where there was a

safe place to ride out the quake.

Then he saw him.  Looming above the trees like a rising mountain, his

naked body glimmering in the moonlight, was a giant of phenomenal

size.  His strides were enormous.  The ground heaved with every step

he took.  The trees around him waved and shook with the force of him

passage.  He stared in dumbstruck awe as he approached.  When he

realized his danger, it was simply too late.

His barefoot lifted from a strand of crushed trees, swung forward

gracefully, his hips rotating as he took him next step.  He screamed

vainly, knowing he could not hear him as his foot descended.  He had a

brief glimpse of him toes and wrinkled sole, before they blotted out

the sky.  He raised his arms to ward him off...

Andy's foot sank heavily into the tarmac with a deep crunching noise,

his toes splayed as his foot tipped forward and his heel lifted,

rising back into the air for the next step.  He left another perfect

footprint, this one with a spot of gore at the bottom.  He was so

preoccupied, never felt him squish.

He kept walking...

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He arrived.  Andy stopped and regarded the city.  It glowed on the

near horizon, a bright tapestry of winking lights, only a few minutes

walk away at his increased size.  But between him and it was a

community of small houses.  He had a decision to make.  Try to wend

him way carefully amongst the tiny dwellings, or take the straight

path and fuck 'em.  He mulled it over for a moment.  But the euphoria

made the decision for him, and with a devil-may-care grin he started

walking again.

Andy made a game of it at first, keeping his eyes high and trying to

guess what he was stepping on.  Many different things seemed to crunch

under his great feet.  Finally, he caved in to desire and decided to

play the cruel giant.  Looking down he sighted a small house, and

without breaking stride trod upon it.  It crunched and splintered

under his bare foot in a truly delightful way and he felt a thrill of

excitement arc through his body.  A slow moving car became a shiny

dollop of metal after he stepped on it.  More houses were destroyed,

one he just kicked, his foot slamming through it, spraying debris in a

wide fan.  It was very arousing, being so gigantic and powerful, and

the euphoria cured him of care or concern.

It was a quirk.  But Andy didn't step on any people, who weren't in

homes or cars.

Not until the cops.

The car came screaming around a corner, blue and red lights twinkling,

siren wailing, he stopped and watched as the it came to a screeching

halt.  Then two tiny men leapt out and began firing at him.  The

bullets struck him bare chest, they didn't even sting.  He glared down

at them and frowned.  Then slowly raised his foot.  One of the men

broke, and began running.  He tracked him easily, and stepped on him,

then dragged his foot back, smearing him across the broken road.  The

other man continued firing, he swung his way and bent down, plucking

him up in the fingers of one hand, and the car in the other.  Looking

at him with disdain he crushed the car in his left hand, let him watch

as he reduced it to twisted ruin, then opened his hand and let it

drop.  Looking at him cowering in the palm of his hand, Andy sneered

and slowly closed him fingers around him.  His tiny screams made him

feel indomitable, a god.  He tightened his hand feeling the pressure

build, feeling him squirm, until his strength crushed him like a bug.

He tossed the limp broken thing away and resumed walking.

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The buildings were as large as he was.  Some were taller.  It was late

at night, and the streets were mostly deserted, but it was well

illuminated, almost daylike, as he walked down the narrow streets.  He

lightly brushed him fingers along the buildings, admired his strong

body in those with mirrored surfaces.  The streets crunched delectably

under his bare feet, the sensation of power was indescribable.  He was

master of all he surveyed, and his body was warming up to the

pleasures of his unassailable confidence.

It did not take long to locate the company headquarters, it was one of

the larger buildings, reaching all the way up to the level of his

chest.  As he arrived, he saw a helicopter taking off.  Reacting

quickly, he bent down and ripped a small five-story office building

out of the ground and hurled it at the copter.  It was like swatting a

mosquito.  The building hit it.  The copter exploded and was carried

for most of a mile before smashing into a row of houses.

That removed the possibility of someone trying to get away with the

records.  Now Andy had to deal with the building itself in case they

were still inside.  He couldn't torch the building, he didn't know

where the records were kept.  So he would have to smash it, and hope

the destruction was enough to take out the records.  Raising his right

hand, he made a fist the size of a house and brought it down on the

roof of the building.  The topmost two stories collapsed under the

impact, and the windows blew out from top to bottom the full length of

the building.  Taking a step back, he hurled an uppercut at the

building.  His fist tore through it like it was made of ricepaper.

Stepping forward he wrapped his great arms around it, and heaved,

wrenching it from its foundations even as it was crushed against his

chest.  The building dissolved into rubble, which he stomped and

scattered with his bare feet.

When he was done, Andy was panting.  But he felt good.  Brushing the

dust from his chest he lingered on his nipples, relishing the erotic

tingling.  He was safe from any contenders, and the sense of relief

combined with the sense of power made him feel giddy.  The rush of

euphoria demanded utterance, and he fondled his body, luxuriating in

the sweet demands of pleasure.  A questing hand drifted down between

him legs and he grasped the hot, hard rod that lay there.  Laying down

he spread his legs wide, daring any little man to watch him as he

masturbated.  His dick was a building sized tower under his fingers.

He rubbed with increasing fervor, lathering his shaft with precum

juices garnished from his dripping tip.  With his free hand he

massaged his nipples.  At first he closed him eyes, but then kept them

open, wanting see the tiny city, to remind himself just how big he

was.  At the first bright shocks of him orgasm he began to moan

loudly, then desiring all should know his pleasure began to shout,

"AAAAHHHH, OH FUCK, OOOHHH, I'M CUMMING... OH!  OH!  OH!" he began to

thrash, kicking out with his feet, laughing and screaming as he felt

his bareheels smash through the sides of buildings.

                           More to come!