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