Private Matters

(Based on a RP with scitzo22.)
By Zephyre50
Private Russell Davis was sitting in his bunker on his bed
while the rest of the base was active around him. He was shining his
boots while waiting for a c ommand. The base had been quiet, rumors
spreading that some secret transportation was going on. most men
didn't have much to do today like Russell, but everyone found someway
to keep themselves amused.
Private Davis' commander walked into the bunker and motioned
for the young man to follow him. Russell put his boots on and did so,
wondering what was up. A few of the other guys whispered with
curiosity.
The commander led him to a private section of the base where
it was clear something had happened. Men in suits ran around
frantically holding small containers of some substance. "We have had
a spill and we need you to help clean it up," the commander said.
"Sir, yes, sir," Russell said with a salute. The man smiled
back and then left. Another soldier came over to Russell and told him
what he was to do. He handed Russell shovel and told him to get to
work. Russell did as he was told, using thes hovel to scoop up the
jelly like substance and put it into safe barrels.
One of the other soldiers was carrying a barrel full of the
gel substance when he slipped and lost hold of the container. It hit
the ground hard, causing the gooey material to splash out everywhere.
Private Davis had no chance of dodging the substance as he knelt
there shoveling up some more of it. The slimey material covered his
arms and chest, seeping through his uniform. It quickly disappeared,
as if Russell's body soaked it up, leaving only small bits here and
there on the clothing.
No sooner had it disappeared did Russell feel his skin
tingling. It was like a small burning across his skin, obviously from
the substance. He wondered what it was. "Oh shit," he said as he
started to rub his skin nervously.
Someone hit the alarm and immediatley sirens were going off.
The men in suits around Russell stared at him nervously. Many fled
while others backed away slowly. It was clear most of them had some
understanding of what was going to happen, but Russell couldn't tell
what their reactions meant exactly.
The tingling grew overwhelming, almost to the point of
bringing the tough soldier to tears. His muscles ached horribly and
his skin burned. He knelt down in pain and tried to stay focused. His
senses were becoming distorted, and he could've sworn everything was
looking smaller.
Then it really happened. Everything around Russell was
shrinking at a tremendous weight. "What the?" he asked out loud, not
sure what was really going on. It was so surreal to see the
containers, buildings and even fellow soldiers becoming smaller and
smaller. But it wasn't that they were really shrinking. It was that
Russell was growing. He was growing into a giant!
He grew at a rapid rate. In no time he was around 100 ft, his
huge combats boots crushing empty and full containers under their
giant size. He kept growing still, reaching 200 ft. He now towered
over the surrounding buildings. But it didn't stop there. Private
Davis was growing more and more, finally reaching around 400 ft in
height. He looked like a giant army titan on the base. Soldiers and
officers alike trembled in fear of his size. They only looked an inch
or so tall to him now.
The process took a few minutes in total, enough time for the
sirens of earlier to do their job. Four tanks had appeared and were
charging straight for the giant. It was obvious what their goal was
when they suddenly opened fire. The huge guns though were nothing to
the giant. The bullets and ammo barely ripped through the thick
clothing. The stronger stuff only scratched at the thick skin of
Russell who was still taking everything in. He had to process what
was happening, that he was under attack. It didn't seem real.
Russell got angry immediately. He had barely turned into a
giant and they were already attacking him. Luckily for the giant the
ammo was no match for his huge muscles, which only made Russell laugh
at loud.
Russell didn't waste long before he reacted himself. He
noticed the closest tank and smiled down at it, then lifted his huge
black boot over it. The shadow from the boot covered the tank
completely and then some, the huge sole clearly bigger than the puny
machine. Russell brought his giant boot down on the tank quickly,
crushing it easily underneath. He grinded the former tank into a
pancake of metal and laughed. Those who watched gasped in fear and
awe. Many more men ran while others were too frozen with fear or awe
to take a step.
The army continued to fire, but this time they had a new form
of ammo: gas canisters filled with sleeping gas. The little
containers flew through the air and exploded as their collided with
Russell's giant outfit and huge muscles. The thick gas filled the air
quickly, swirling around the giant's torso and then head. His loud
coughs echoed through the base as the titan breathed in the gas
inevitably.
It was a strong dose and its effects could be seen almost
instantaneously. Along with the coughing, Russell started to stumble
around as he grew dizzy. Another tank, two small buildings, and who
knows how many men disappeared under his giant combat boots, crushed
like bugs. Then the giant started to grow weak and fell to his knees,
the impact shaking the base and sending many men off their feet and
onto their butts. Finally the giant lost consciousness and fell
forward, his giant stomach and chest crushing more buildings and
fleeing soldiers.
Once the surviving soldiers and officers see that the giant
man was out, they immedately started restraining him. Huge machinery
turned Russell onto his back and thick, strong cables were used to
tie down the giant. They ran across his huge arms, firm legs, wide
chest and everywhere else they could think of. The giant was
immobilized for now while they found a cure.
It was probably an hour or so before the giant soldier
started to wake again. He immediately felt the thick chains holding
him down as he tried to move his arms and then legs. He struggled
under them a bit but was too tired to really try to break free. He
sighed and laid there, slowly getting his energy back.
Dr. Sean Carr was the lead scientist studying the giant as he
woke up. The young scientest had the unfortunate luck of still being
on the huge chest as the young man started to stir. He held onto the
thick folds of camouflaged cloth as he waited for the giant to calm
down again.
Russell noticed the little man on his chest. He was the only
one stupid enough to have climbed onto the giant to study hime. "Yo,"
he said with a big smile to the nervous scientist. "Not a good place
to be when I break out of these chains."
Dr. Carr looked up at the giant's face and paused. He then
realized what the young man meant and immediately started to jog down
the chest. He tripped over the enormous shirt wrinkles a few time
before he was able to safely climb down Russell's side and land
safely on the ground again.
The giant laughed as he watched this and then smiled. He
lifted his right arm up, the chains snapping from the power of the
huge muscles. He did the same with his left arm and then sat up, the
chains barely giving any resistance now that the giant was fully
awake and ready to go. His giant hands easily removed the chains from
his legs and then he stood up.
He towered over the base and men again. He stretched his
arms, his shadow swaying over the gathered group. Then he looked down
and watched as many of the men flee. He noticed the scientist that
was on his chest was just staring up at him in awe. "What you looking
at, ya little shit?" he asked in his cocky and deep voice.
"Uh, uh," Sean mumbled as he felt the fear growing inside of
him. The young solider looked so gigantic to him, so powerful and
superior. It was quite scary to be standing an inch tall before the
giant combat boots. "Shit," he said to himself and then slowly
started to back away, stumbling a bit as he did.
Russell raised his boot over the scientist and smile. "Oh no!
Please don't!" the little man yelled as he quickly turned around to
run. The giant boot slammed down behind him as the giant laughed.
The titan of a soldier looked around the base for something
else to amuse himself with. That's when he saw that the tanks were
back. They didn't learn their lesson the first time, but Russell did
lean something: get rid of them quickly before the sleeping gas comes.
Russell walked over to the tanks. There were three of them
and they were preparing to shoot at him. Before the first one could,
though, Russell had raised his boots over it. The men inside could
only see black as the giant sole of Rusell's combat boot filled their
vision. Dirt and stones rained down onto the pathetic tank as the
boot was lowered down. Russell rested his huge boot onto the tank,
dwarfing it as it was stuck under his foot.
Russell slowly began to press down, smiling as he heard the
metal of the tank bending from his power. The heavy sole of his boot
easily overpowered the tiny vehicle and soon the tank was crushed
under Russell's enormous foot.
Dr. Carr found himself watching the whole thing. He couldn't
help but stare, mostly out of amazement and awe, but also because he
surprisingly realized he was enjoying it. If he had seen Russell at
normal size he would have had a hard time denying the guy was hot.
Shaved brown hair, light blue eyes, thick lips and a firm jaw: add
that to the fact that Russell had one firm and lean body and you got
the recipe for one perfect soldier. To top it all off was the fact
that this young, hot man was now an unimagineable giant, towering
over a whole army base as the little men ran from his giant, hot
boots. Dr. Carr absent-mindedly rubbed his crotch.
The little scientest watched as the other two tanks shot at
the amazing giant. The tiny ammo barely pierced the skin. Before
Russell could react, though, the little man knew he had to get a
better view. He immediately ran into an abandoned four story building
and got to the roof. He had to admire everything this hot giant did,
even if it meant some of his fellow co-workers would face the titan's
wrath.
Dr. Carr moaned as he watched the giant reach down to pick up
a tank. His huge arm flexed with light, smooth skin as the giant
fingers wrapped around the tank's gray form. It looked like a toy in
the huge hand. The giant didn't waste any time playing with the tank,
though. Russell was pissed and his face showed it. Dr. Carr still
found it sexy, though, especially the lips being sneered into a cruel
smirk. The thick fingers pressed into the tank more and more, finally
crushing it in the huge fist. Russell dropped the ball of metal to
the ground and focused on the last tank.
The third tank was very foolish as it kept firing. It had
already witnessed the two former tanks being destroyed and still it
kept on shooting. Either the driver was one brave soul or he had lost
his mind as it was overcome with the fear of knowing his own fate.
Not that Russell cared either way. The tank was still just a pest to
him, and in one swift move of his leg the giant kicked the small toy
with his huge boot. Most of it exploded from the tremendous force,
but a good chunk of it was sent flying into a nearby building.
Unfortunately for Dr. Carr it was the same building he was
in. He could feel it shattered beneath him, but before he could react
he saw the giant soldier lift his boot up and slam it down on the
remaining chunk of the tank. The giant vibrations caused Dr. Carr to
lose his footing and tumble off what remained of the roof. Luckily he
was sent flying into Russell's pant leg and quickly grabbed a hold of
the heavy material. He danlged there, holding on for dear life, tears
starting to form in his eyes fearing he would end up like the rest of
the soldiers who defied this giant.
Russell didn't notice the little scientest on his leg,
though. Instead he was too busy searching for his next activity. But
like before he was interrupted. This time it was by his commander who
had found his wayt o the giant. He stood there firmly on the ground
and looked up at the young man. Even if this titan was almost 395
feet taller than him, he was still his commander.
"Davis, this is not orderly conduct! I command you to stop
this right now!"
This only angered Russell some more. "Little fucker, no one
commands me around anymore."
The commander knew he had pissed off the soldier, but he
couldn't show weakness. He continued to stand his ground, though his
legs were shaking a bit now with nerves. He was growing more scared
as the giant continued to stare down at him, silent and cocky.
"You can't... just because... you have to listen!" the
command pleaded, trying to find the strength to talk. He could barely
get a word out let alone complete a sentence. All his energy was
focused on not running.
Russell's reaction was predictable, though. He raised his
huge boot over the little man and smiled as the size of the giant
black sole was more than enough to cover the commander's tiny body.
The commander lost it then. He broke down and started to cry.
He was used to being the big man, being able to push his men around
and having people fear him. But now he was the size of a bug to this
young, cocky soldier and he had no control whatsoever. And to top it
off, he had pissed him off earlier because he was foolish enough to
believe he still hadpower.
"Please, please don't kill me!" he begged as he fell to his
knees.
The boot slammed down before the little man. "Lick it,"
Russell demanded. The commander looked up puzzled as to what was
going on. He was still alive but now he was being asked to perform a
ridiculous task. But he knew the seriousness of the young giant's
voice and so he crawled over to the huge boot. With tears still
running down his eyes the little man licked at the worn, dirty toe of
the boot.
This made Russell laugh wickedly. He loved the sight of his
commander licking his boot. He had been an asshole to the young
private the whole time he had joined the army, always barking orders
and making him do extra push-ups and stuff. Now he was going to have
to listen to whatever Russell said or pay the ultimate price.
Meanwhile Dr. Carr had taken this oppurtunity to get to
safety. He realized still it was too dangerous to climb to the
ground, in fear of those giant boots accidently stepping on him, so
he had climbed up. But when Russell had slammed his boot down before
his commander, the motion had caused the little scientest to lose his
holding. He fell into the giant pocket of the soldier's pants,
sighing with relief after hitting the bottom.
The little man could barely see as there was little light in
the pocket, but he was able to make out the appearance of a hole in
the pocket material. Being the curious man that he was, and knowing
he was in the pocket of one hot giant soldier, he started his crawl
over to the pocket. He was immediately hit with the masculine smell
of Russell's crotch which sent a smile to his face. His mind was made
up. He climbed through the whole and grabbed onto the first thing he
could find: the warm, black boxer briefs of the giant.
The little scientest started to climb up the huge bulge of
material but realized it was too big and tight for such a move. He
knew why. Russell had one massive hard on, no doubt from the power he
had. Dr. Carr found his way over to the hole in the side of the
briefs that lead inside and he settled there among the warm folds of
the material until he could find a safe way to the ground.
Once Russell was done humiliating his commander, he reached
down and picked him up. He then dropped him into his shirt pocket
before again looking for something to do. Much of the area around him
was deserted and destroyed, but a little ways away he saw a barracks.
He walked over to it and ripped the roof off, smirking as dozens of
little men looked up at him in fear.
The pathetic little guys didn't even have a chance to dodge
the huge hand as Russell reached down and scooped up about one third
of the group. He examined the little guys in his hand, amazed at
their tiny size and frantic looks. Then his stomach growled. It was a
loud rumbling to the little men, and the giant wondered if he dare
satisfy his needs.
Many of the little guys realized the look in the eyes of the
giant. They could tell he was contemplating something, and by the
growling of his stomachs they had one horrorfying hint as to what
that was. A few yelled up in fear, begging for mercy and the like,
while others cried and tried to get away. The remainig few reached
for their guns and opened fire.
Russell closed his eyes and his fist in anger and instinct.
When he reopened both he saw a bunch of crushed bodies in his palm.
He dropped them onto the ground and then reached down for another
handful of little men from the barracks.
This time none tred to fire at him. Many yelled and
protested, though, and some cried, but this just made Russell smirk.
He didn't pay attention to them as he popped them all into his mouth
and chewed them up like little candies. Nothing great of a taste, but
was better than nothing. And he did enjoy the feeling of their tiny
bodies squirming in his mouth.
The giant scooped up the last handful and licked his lips in
anticipation. They now knew what was in store for them. They yelled
and screamed in fear. Some even jumped, rather falling hundreds of
feet to their death then becoming a snack to a fellow giant and cruel
soldier. All of this made Russell laugh. Again he just popped them
into his mouth but this time he let them stay in there longer. They
know all too well what would happen. The hot prison of the giant
mouth made them uneasy and they squirmed some more. Russell was hard
at the sensation, and before he couldn't take it anymore he bit down
and chewed the little guys up, happily enjoying the taste. He could
get used to this.

End