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  1. RR1

    Unwilling

    Chapter 17 I looked around, and all I could see was an expanse of green vegetation. God, my gear was heavy and hot. I tapped the control on my left wrist and jacked up the coolant system to cool me down more. I scanned the green expanse, the display in my helmet outlined the village about a mile away. I looked at Jess, Davis and Harold and told them we would start to get moving to the target village. I couldn’t see their faces through the visors, but the way Davis was standing, he looked pissed, Jess was rearranging his nuts, and Harold was staring straight ahead. “Ok, guys, it’s a simple job we have, get to the village, and unload. Then stand back and stop anyone trying to escape. Our guys will do the rest.” I told them. “I know we have been through six months of training Linus, But I am scared as shit,” Harold was very nervous. Jess joined in the conversation through the helmet com. “Harold, the sooner we do this, the sooner we are through with it, and you and Big Davis here can fuck like bunnies.” He started laughing. “Uh, guys, can we not hear about your dick issues now and get this rolling?” That came from the boss of the operation through the helmet. “Yes SIR!” I said sarcastically back. “Ok let’s go.” I started through the trees, stepping on the coconut palms and snapping them back to the ground. To my left was Harold, walking just back a bit, gripping his weapon and gingerly trying to not step on so many things. Davis and Jess were full bore on my right, making a lot of noise and stomping everything. We got to the village fast, and then all four of us sat down, the bottoms of the personnel carriers hit on the ground. The doors opened up, and they spilled out. We sat there cross-legged until the lieutenant gave the all-clear for us to stand up. Our guys ran through the small village, and the gas pulse guns caused the palm fronds on the houses to blow off. Within minutes thirty or so terrorists were sleeping where they dropped. We stood there and scanned the ground. No guys got away on this one. Jess and Harold then went to the side and stomped a large landing area out for the Helidrones that would be taking our prisoners back to base. It all went as planned. Things quieted down, and the guys started to search the village. Our lieutenant told us to head down to the river and relax, and they would catch up. The riverbank was wide and sandy, enough room for us to get our gear off to the spandex underlayers and get in the water. We all stood on the bank and methodically started taking off and piling up the massive amounts of gear we wore. Jess was naked first, he was a sight to behold. The modification drug worked on him perfectly. He used to be an extremely overweight lineman, and now, he was a sculpted bodybuilder of 78 feet. He flexed a bit and was watching Davis peel off his size insane spandex top. He did not take the modification drug; he was the same magnificent proportions a supergiant basketball physique at a commanding 80 feet. Harold was eying Davis the whole time, as he took his gear off. Harold’s change was the most shocking. His slight frame was now bigger than Jess’. He had a physique of a superheavyweight bodybuilder. He was massive everywhere. He was not immobile huge, but he was almost there. He pulled down his underwear and threw it on the huge pile of equipment, gave his nutty huge cock a tug, and stood up and flexed up to his 90-foot height. He winked at us and smiled. I just shook my head and laughed. I could not get one boot off, so I was looking up at these three monsters. I finally got the boot off, and it landed like a bus in the sand. Standing up, I was scratching my ass as even at my size, sand is sand. “Now that was not that hard was it?” I asked them. They all shook their heads and smiled. I twisted and cracked my back, feeling a cooler breeze from the river cool my balls. “Now we only have 15 more missions, and our tour of duty is over and back to civilian life for us all. Now the last one in the water is a rotten egg!” There was no sprinting to the water, but four giants leaping from the beach and cannonballing into the wide river. The waves and sound caused the guys to come to the bluff above the river, and then ran when they saw a wall of water coming up the cliff. Thankfully the river cliffs held the water. We settled down, and Davis went to snuggle into Harold’s building-sized chest, Jess just floated and relaxed. I stood up in the water; it came up to my dick. This river gorge is pretty deep I thought to handle my 127 feet height. After a chewing out from the lieutenant high on the cliff above, the guys came down and got in on the water fun. Us freaks moved slowly and methodically not to cause the guys not to get in trouble in the water. Davis and Harold sat in the water, many of the guys scaling their legs and diving off their kneecaps. Some of the more adventurous were swimming between their legs, holding on to the huge floating dicks for support, and they would slap them as if they were slapping a horse on the ass, and they talked to Jess, and Harold with their faces hovering over them, watching them like protective lifeguards. Jess and I made it to the beach and laid down directly on the sand. The guys knew they were safe if they stayed back away, I was on my side facing Jess, he was doing the same. Some guys would walk down between us as we talked, a canyon of muscle, big bodies well-fed, and our cocks lazily hanging down over our smooth massive tanned thighs. “You know Linus; I still can’t believe this is happening. What did the fuck happen? How did we get here? I mean, I know, but It’s like a freaking dream. Everything that happened, then us being taken into the service, eating out of semi-trucks, drinking out of tanker trucks, six months of training, carrying guys around in metal cases on our backs! What the fuck!” “Well Jess, because you wanted to be bigger, that’s the start of all this, and it’s all settled now, but let’s recap why this is all your fault.” I leaned into him and kissed him on the cheek. “Well we want to know what happened too!” yelled a couple of guys standing in the gap between our chests. “Tell us!”
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    Unwilling

    CHAPTER 16 “Do you want to go home?” Jess asked. “Yeah, I need to lay down”, I replied. We both slowly got up, stretched to our full heights, then he ducked and I crawled through the front doors to the street. We adjusted ourselves and stretched again, then began to walk. Up ahead there was commotion. People were running towards the big intersection that was lined with other bars and restaurants. I could not see that well from the trees blocking, Jess was hunkering down to see below the street trees. Then we came out into the clear. Coming slowing towards us were the three 25-foot-tall bodybuilder monstrosities. The walked very slowly down the middle of the street. Cars were avoiding them; people were running to stay up with them. They had reflective sunglasses on and looked straight out to space and avoided stepping on anything. Each step was calculated and slow. Below them and in front of them was Willis. He was leading a monstrous dirigible parade of muscle down the street. They wore posers, tight and shiny, and their gargantuan cocks were held separate from their balls in the fabric. Each slow-motion step caused waves of ballooned off-season muscle to ripple and flex as they continued. They wore very loose stringer muscle tops that hung off the pecs that could block out the sun. Their heads did not move, the chins locked in place between pecs and traps that ate the sides of their heads. I stood there with my jaw on the ground. Jess was also speechless. We met Willis and his monstrosities in the intersection. “Well, sorry for your loss Linus.” Willis stared up at me and said with a creepy fucked up grin. “You are insane.” I replied. “You are parading these things around and this is not going to end well Willis.” “Not end well. That’s so funny. Martin is dead, I have his company now, and I am test driving the new models of human out in public. How is that not going to end well? Oh wait, Martin came to see you after he saw me. He told me about his huge confession. The thing I like about you Linus, and why you will be with me soon, is your gullibility. Martin likes to act. Well, he gave you a performance. I did not foresee the water dose thing, but he confessed. Then he sucked me off. Then climbed aboard these guys before going to his Island.” I just got down on one knee, the beasts were standing there, looking around while people just milled around then touching their massive tree trunk calves. I stared at Willis in shock. “I know this is a lot to take in Linus. But the basics are Martin just buys time by lying and acting. He screwed me on the water bottle dose, but he always remained true to me, his favorite. He makes up stuff as he goes. Like these guys dying in three months. A lie. The confession of how he does not have a drug that makes these guys that works. A lie. Now that I own Van Semec, the world will change. You and your tiny friend here, Jess will be one of us. But you Linus, will still be a god, bigger than all of us, and will belong to me. Jess just backed up. He could not say a word. Willis just smiled. His beasts shifted their tonnage, and one straightened out his massive spandex-encased cock. “I will be benevolent in my running the company to make a new human race Linus. I mean these guys have cameras in their sunglasses and tiny ones on their posers at the hips. They can move with ease among the regs without stepping on any. That would be wrong.” He smiled again creepily, then winked. Three police cars came up. They started getting the people away from the three bodybuilders. Jess and I just stared as Willis walked them down the street away from us. He turned and waved when they were on the other side of the intersection. The scale of them taking up the entire street, and as high as some of the buildings on each side seared into my skull. This is a nightmare I thought. Jess piped up after the crowd cleared. “Is all that true Linus? He can make me 25 feet tall?” I looked at Jess, he had that look of wanting in his eyes. “Yes Jess. It’s all true, and soon you will be able to be that big.” I could see the gears moving in Jess’ head. I cut him off. “Jess! Do you want that? It’s nuts! How will you even function? You saw that!” Jess looked at me. “Yes, I do, and I think Davis would want it too.” I just got up from my one knee and looked down on him. “Jess, it’s not about you now, it’s about a world that a freakshow Martin made available to us. Now Willis runs the freakshow. What about us a human race?” “I don’t know about the human race Linus, but I know size means power. I don’t want to be a Harold in a world of 25 footers”. I shook my head. “Jess, I am sorry you feel that way, because this will be the downfall of our planet”. Jess looked back up, “No it won’t. Things change.” We walked in silence back to the loft. I crawled in the lift; Jess followed on the next. Harold and Davis were lying on the couch, Davis flipped off the TV when I came in. “We saw what was going on downtown” Davis said, Harold tucked in his spot between Davis’ legs shook his head in agreement. Jess flopped down, shaking the floor. “Willis can turn us into 25 footers.” Jess blurted out. He began to then tell Davis and Harold the whole fucked up story. Davis stared up at the ceiling. “So, we going to do this Jess, because if you are on board, I am too. 25 feet tall would be cool.” Harold and I looked at each other. Harold spoke up. “What about me? Do I get a say in this? I mean you will be doubling your height! Where will we live? How will I feed you? What will become of us?” Davis looked down and easily grabbed Harold from between his legs and pulled him up to his chest. “There will be more of me to love!” Harold crawled off Davis’ broad chest. “So basically, you will crush me by mistake one night or sit on me and kill me possibly just because there is more of YOU to love? He was standing now. “You need to find out what is important to you. Maybe having a dick over four feet long and watermelon balls is more important to you than me. I’m going downstairs. You know where I am.” Harold stormed off to the lift then went to his place. “That went well”, Jess said. “He does not know how cool it is to be a giant Jess. He can’t imagine it” Davis replied. “But I CAN.” I said looking at them both. “You better thing long and hard about being 25 fucking feet tall. It’s no picnic being 17 something. Also, you will LOOK like those guys. So massive you will be a farm animal under constant care of feeding, cleaning, and basically doing everything!” Jess looked at Davis. “That’s HOT!” Jess replied, and Davis shook his head in agreement. I put my head in my hands. The elevator came to my loft floor with a tone. I hit the remote to open the door. Jess and Davis started talking about being that big, I stared at the door and out came a reg in a suit. “Linus Van Ravensway?” He asked as he got up to my big chair, he was eying me up and down, he probably never saw me in person, he acted intimidated by my bulk. “That’s me” I said. “And you are?” I am Martin Van Semec’s attorney. I am here to discuss Mr. Van Semec’s will with you. Jess and Davis stopped talking immediately.
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    Unwilling

    Chapter 15 I saw two little beady eyes staring at me from the middle of the two mountains of human on the bed. “What are you smiling at Linus?” “Just smiling at you guys. I love all of you very much!” Then I walked over to the bed and enveloped all three with my arms and gently laid on top of them. I was careful not to squish poor Harold, and I began caressing and kissing Jess and Davis. “I’m hungry.” Jess sputtered out, still hoarse from his sleep. “Always the romantic Jess,” Davis said as he caressed Jess’s face with a smile. Harold was still trapped between their huge pecs and wiggling to get free. I sat up on my knees and plucked him out and put him on the floor. It was like picking up a paper cup to me. After getting g showered and ready, we went to a restaurant for breakfast that had a big giants section. It was about a block away and I encountered the usual stares and stops for pictures and deflecting tree limbs, signs, traffic lights and all manner of obstacles. We got a large table, but I still looked like a grown up at a kids table. I was ferociously hungry. The waiters used to a 1600 pound Jess as a regular knew they would have to bring out much more food. Huge trays of pancakes, eggs, toast, bacon and hash browns were paraded to the table. I sat with my legs outstretched with two giant chairs, on for each monster ass-cheek. The waiters had to walk around my outstretched legs to get to the table, so I would just reach out and take the trays from them. The first thirty minutes were just us three tanks gorging ourselves. Harold would be like a little sparrow and occasionally reach in and peck with a fork at the trays of food stacked up. I was getting full finally and so were Jess and Davis. Thirty trays of food were there scraped clean, the majority taken in by me and Jess. I leaned back and tested the chair. I patted my now extended gut. We ordered five more trays of French Toast to nibble on as we started talking. Th first order of business was Jess’s muscle-bound love affair. “Jess, Martin came over this morning and basically you can’t see your muscle balloon guy. Martin says bad things are going to happen and you do not want to be involved.” “I have not seen him since out first coffee date” Jess replied. “He just fell off the face of the earth, besides football is taking up my time and he is kind of creepy”. Good, I thought, now Jess will not be involved with this whole terrible thing going down with Willis’ boys exploding in three months. Monday Jess and I got dropped off at the football practice facility, me in a panel truck much larger than the one Jess took. We got into the locker room, or actually I crawled through the doors again. The coach came up and tapped me on my calve. “Linus can you come in the office to talk?” I looked down at him, “Sure coach.” I followed him to a makeshift area with large room dividers in an open area. “Sorry about my office Linus, but us reg coach’s old offices are too small even for our smallest guys to get around in, and now that you are on the team, we have these spaces for you guys to fit. Sit down, please.” The coach sat down in his chair and I sat in a very large padded chair across from him, again stretching my legs out to beyond his chair. He just looked on each side of him as my legs traveled past him. He just laughed and shook his head. “If anyone had told me I would be coaching a 17’8” 3400-pound tight end I would tell them they were insane, but here we are.” He then reached over and slapped my lower thigh. “A couple of things, we are still figuring out the logistics of getting you around when the season starts, how to feed you and get a place where you can sleep. So, don’t worry we are working on that. Also, the trainers said that they saw you having some issues getting your equipment on and off, and I hope this does not embarrass you too much, specifically your jock. They may have you go up a couple of sizes. We will take care of that. Also, I would like to keep you at tight end. You are too good to turn into a beast lineman.” “Thanks coach! I really appreciate that! The jock thing was getting to be an issue at the end of the tryouts.” “Great Linus, now as far as contract, we will email you one today, I think you will find it to your liking. But there is just one more thing.” “What’s that coach?” I could not imagine what he left out. “Have you had any interaction with Dave our left tackle, number 75?” I thought how to answer this. This could be a deal-breaker. “Uh, no coach, I just met him at the team party before I got big, that’s all.” “Well, Dave thinks that you are in love with him. He said that at that party you came on to him. I want to win football games, so if you can tone that down, and stay away from him pretty much; you know keep the interaction to a minimum, I think things will be great. Can you do that? I know Jess is your room mate and he is gay, and I’m not going to ask if you are gay, but Dave is not and so can you do this for me and the team?” I was seething. That motherfucker! I smiled. “Coach, I don’t know what 75 is talking about, but I will do what you want.” Why is this 75 such a fucking DICK! Now I have to keep my distance. I lumbered back to the locker room knocking over a coke machine by accident. Team weightlifting was not required for me, as I could not get enough weight to lift, and I was too big for all the equipment. The equipment was specially made for an upper limit of 13’ feet, I could not get any of the machines to work with my height. Free weight bars were too small, so the trainers ordered new ones that would fit me. I skipped out weights because of the size equipment issue and went to watch tape of tight end plays. Three hours later, I met up with the team for the meeting. Nothing was built to accommodate any of the guys so we all just sat on the floor under the stadium as we had our meeting. Every once in a while, out of the corner of my eye I would see 75 staring at me. He still had that look of apprehension. Then we all hit the showers. My undressing was still a big locker room treat for the team, and now the shower area was full of guys that would be making cracks about my gargantuan cock and balls. It was all in good fun, but still 75 did not enter until he saw me toweling off outside. Jess and I got back to our neighborhood and walked to a bar. It was quiet and I angled my body into a giant chair and we ordered two gallon pitchers of beer. Jess sat there with his still wet hair and weather balloon muscle gut, relaxed and happy. In the background on one of the tv screens I heard plane crash and glanced over. On the news bar under the pictures of a plane on the ground in flames, “Martin Van Semec killed this morning in plane crash in Hawaii”.
  4. RR1

    Unwilling

    Had some ideas, so there will be more chapters coming this weekend before the final. Thanks for your patience!
  5. RR1

    Unwilling

    Final chapter coming... Thank you all for all the kind words and encouragement! Much love to all of you.
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    Unwilling

    CHAPTER 14 The freaks slowly lifted their huge frames off me. I just laid there and watched as they went to their huge bean bags and flopped in them. They all were sweating and out of breath. The mouthy one yelled out to the air. “Food, we need more food! NOW!” The regs scurried back to the kitchen. The show was over. Hot breath was near my ear. “You will thank me, Linus. Besides, my boyfriend has to be huge, and now I have the biggest. I can’t wait till Martin gives me my dose of the new drug. You and me, the most handsome giant with the biggest giant. We will be famous, and we will be in love forever.” I jumped up to my feet as fast as a 17 foot plus guy could. I grabbed Willis’ shoulder. “We will never be in love. You are a sick twisted fuck! Now let me out before I call the police.” Willis just smiled back at me. “Sure thing lover. You will come around.” “Not in three lifetimes,” I said as I walked towards the door, not even turning around. I got outside, it was cool and was a relief from the air inside the giant’s nuthouse. I was confused. What was I going to do? I had no idea. I was not even sure where to go. I better go to the bar and just try to figure this out and not alarm the guys. I stood in front of the bar, and it was a big joint and full of people. As soon as I walked up, shouts of “Hey 80!” were all over. I had to do a crawl through the main doors but could stand to my full height inside. I was swarmed. Up came Jess and Davis and they were drunk. All around me were my teammates and tiny fans. Jess handed me a massive plastic bucket full of beer, it was a glass size in my hand. I chugged it. “Uh, ok! That makes up for you being late and probably fucking that Willis guy,” Jess garbled. “I told Davis and Harold about him. He’s a fucking stunner!” “Well, nothing happened, and he’s a deranged stalker. I will not be seeing him ever again, and do not let him near me, ok guys?” Jess and Davis just looked surprised at each other and nodded. Jess started talking about the team and how happy he was that I was a star on the team now. Meanwhile, as this was happening, I was being handled in various ways below the beltline. I got ass squeezes, smooth caresses along my thighs and calves, pokes, full ball grabs, dick caresses, and I think possibly two calve licks. I just could not believe regs could not keep their hands off me. Then I felt a repeated poking on my lower quads. Two guys were there below me, about six feet tall apiece, and discussing my massive quad muscles as one of them would poke it, then make some point about it. I was a huge anatomy lesson. “Hey, guys, could you not poke me so much while discussing my quad?” I looked down and tried to look as non-menacing as possible. “Oh sure, man! We are in medical school and we are freaking out about your quad being bigger than our torso. Sorry man.” “That’s ok, just keep the poking to a minimum.” I smiled. The rest of the night was a blur as I got drunker and drunker. Soon I was a towering unstable beast that was holding on to the ceiling I-beams for support. It got crazy as the real drunks were coming up and just rubbing the hell out of my beast cock, I just gave up as it was hard for the last three hours and people were taking selfies with a huge package barely contained in tight white spandex. It really was hilarious and I forgot my nightmare at least for a bit. We all stumbled home, I had to ride up the elevator by myself crammed in there like I was in a refrigerator box, then stand up in my loft. I was finally home. Things were different though, there was a massive door to a new bathroom that was installed while I was at Van Semec. Everything was my size! What a relief that was. My bedroom had been remodeled also. I stripped and drunk flopped on the football field-sized mattress. Then followed Harold naked and still ready for action and drunk. Then the two titans, Jess and Davis. We all passed out in a huge ball of man, with Harold exploring all the nooks and crannies of our pile to snuggle into. I woke up hungry and with a headache. Jess and Davis were locked in an embrace with tiny Harold snug as a bug between their chests. The elevator made a tone. Someone was coming up. I must have left the door open or someone knew the code. I walked out to the main area and waited. The doors opened and it was Martin. I was enraged. As soon as I could get near him, I grabbed him and whipped him up in the air by one leg and held him up so he was upside down and his face was inches from mine. “Got something to tell me, Martin?” “Fucking Hell! What are you doing Linus? You are hurting me!” “Your genetic prize just got better. Don’t you want to know how?” I held him closer to my face, his nose was two inches from mine. He could feel my hot stale morning breath wash over his face. “Linus, please! You are breaking my leg!” Martin was wincing. This hurt as I tightened my grip on his puny ankle. “Shut your fucking mouth! We are going to Harold’s below me and we are going to settle this, or maybe they may find you inexplicably squished dead. You know I am so BIG, I can’t really help it if I accidentally step or fall on someone. That would be a terrible way to go, Martin, considering you made me.” I squeezed into the freight elevator still holding Martin like a plucked chicken. I made Martin punch in Harold's floor code and I extracted myself from the elevator, still gripping a now whimpering Martin. I sat on the carpet floor and lowered Martin down and turned him upright. He stood trapped between my thighs. Martin stared up at me. He was terrified. He started to talk in almost a whisper. “I know what happened. It’s not what you think. Willis told me every fucked-up detail. Willis and I have been lovers for years now. Nobody knows that. I know I am a sugar-daddy to him, but I loved him so. He works; or did until this morning as a consultant for me. That’s how he got his three muscle freaks going. Just before your genetic test, I came up with a muscle building drug. Willis wanted to have a stable of bodybuilders as competitors so I gave him the muscle drug. You saw it. It works really well. “Go on, get to the fuck with Linus part,” and then I tapped him hard on the chest with a monster-sized finger. It hurt him. He started again. “I told Willis about you and I told him in confidence, but I did not tell him that you would be so big. He was my lover and I thought he would not be a dick and use it. Then my two chatterbox twin giants that looked after you saw him at the facility and told him that we had you there and you were going to be 17 feet tall. Willis was nuts about this. That’s all he would talk about. Then I made the biggest mistake of all telling him that I had combined the original giant drug, the muscle building drug and your genetic makeup to make a whole new drug, a drug that would make all current giants 25 tall. That was my biggest mistake!” “Oh, THAT’S your biggest mistake? That?” I sarcastically asked. “Linus, please hear me out! He was crazed about getting this drug into his guys. I told him the drug was not tested and it was not safe. He didn’t care! He came over one day and barged in with his three freaks. They held me up by my arms and told me that they would crush me if I did not give them the new drug. I did. I gave each Willis' freaks a dose. Willis grabbed the fourth dose bottle off the lab table in my private lab and said he was keeping it for just in case or if I would cross him, he would drop it off for a price at a competitor. He also wanted to know how big you would get if you took the drug. I told him, they were hurting me so badly!" “So, I now have an untested drug inside me. Is that it? All that to tell me that I am FUCKED?” I was almost yelling. “Linus, you are FINE! There were only three doses. The fourth bottle I was using to test the flavor! Willis the big fucking idiot thought that since all the bottles looked the same, they were all doses! You drank water mixed with peppermint flavor. I was drinking it to test the flavor myself. I let Willis think what he wanted. Besides, the awful part is coming and I am just so happy you are ok! Those beasts? They have about two more months to live. It’s sad, but they made me give them the drug. The only reason Willis did not take it was because he wanted to wait till the drug was ok’d. He still does not know. I did not in my wildest nightmares think he would be insane enough to force the drug on anyone else! Thank goodness that he had a bottle of peppermint water!" I just fell back on the floor and laid there. I could feel Martin climb on me and scooch his way up to my chest, he then laid on it and started talking. “Linus, I have had an eye-opening experience. I was in South America and a government there wanted my advice. Well, it was advice on how to assemble an army of giants. They wanted a program from me to have national testing, then guys with the highest scores would take the original giant drug. They would have a forced army of 7 to 9 feet guys. It was all to keep a population of smaller people under their thumb and control. The army would get the best food, living areas, and the population of regs would be subservient to them. I realized that what I did to come up with the new combination drug was a bridge too far. Also, as you said, nature finds a way, and it did. I discovered that naturally, we can only be as tall as you are. You are the biggest we can be. If you were six inches taller, you would not be here. But your genetics, you are the only one on the planet that is like this. Then those two tall Dutch 13 footers, then the rest. We will never get past that. Willis’ guys will keep getting more muscular, but not taller. They will die in a month or two. “I am ok? I will not die?” I was trembling. “Linus, you will live a long life, you are in perfect health, but what your genetics did was tell us everything. Also, the diseases you are helping with? That’s all good too.” Martin then caressed my face. “Willis is deranged. Broken. I told him that he would get another year of money from me then that’s it. But he is not to contact me or you ever again. Besides, he will have his hands full with three dead muscle whales found in his freak warehouse. And so you know all records of the new drug have been purged from my private data system. No one at Van Semec knows about the drug and I paid off the regs that kept Willis’ guys in the building fed and out of sight." I sat up and Martin slid down my torso. I brought him back up to my chest and hugged him. I told him I loved him as my friend. I told him he did the right things. Martin left and was off to his private billionaire beach resort. He said he needed a break. I agreed that we all did. I made my way back upstairs and peeked into my bedroom. There they were, all piled on the bed happily sleeping. Then a wave of happiness went through me. It was warm and flowed over me. What was I doing with the obsession with 75? What was the point? I was not a painter anymore, so what? Now I was a giant tight-end, and a good one. This would be my happiness now. I would not think about 75 and what he did to me. I did not care anymore.
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    Chapter 13 It was mayhem when the team broke up to go to the locker room after my interrupted introduction to the team, and the head coach’s reminder about the practice schedule. I looked out over the guys and the fans spilling onto the field to meet the players and saw 75 slowly jogging into the tunnel to the locker rooms. I thought this was going to be harder than I thought to kick his miserable ass and not have it look like I just beat him up. The whole point of this idiotic football tryout was to cream 75 into the turf about 5 feet with a punishing takedown during a practice play, but now I had no idea what to do next. Here came Davis with Harold on his shoulders, Harold waving wildly and shouting my name. Jess came up next to me and handed a huge hand on one of my ass cheeks, then it lingered down under my big ass muscle and gave me a nice squeeze. “Jess! People will see you feeling me up dude!” “Nobody cares Linus, and now you are out and about, you will experience what giants deal with every day with regs, so this is just a warmup.” I wondered what he meant by that but was interrupted by Harold smacking my chest from his perch on Davis’ triple-wide shoulders. “This is the best day for all of us!” Harold chirped. “Now let’s go celebrate!” “That’s an excellent idea, as I am hungry and I am sure Jess needs about 25 pounds of food right about now, right Jess?” Davis hit the nail on the head. The issue though was how to get there. Not to the bar, but the locker room. I had not moved a foot in either direction yet. What was now apparent was that I was so huge and the regs were so small, I could not really negotiate to move among them crowded around me and the other players and not knock one over or actually step on a smaller person. I asked the guys to clear a path ahead of me, and I began to slowly follow them, being careful not to bulldoze some poor person below me. As I walked through the crowd, I was felt, touched and smacked as far as the regs could reach, which was the lower curve of my ass and upper thighs. Jess and I parted ways with Harold and Davis, they were going to the bar the players and fans were meeting at, we needed a shower badly. Also, this would be a great time to mind fuck with 75. The stadium was built pre-giant so negotiating it was a challenge. The tunnel was 20 feet, so no issue there, but the 10’ high double doors required me to almost get on my hands and knees and crawl into the locker room. I looked up just in time to see the team in various stages of undress staring at me wide-eyed as I crawled through. As I stood up in the 20’ locker room ceiling I just started laughing, and that seemed to put the guys at ease a bit, and they went back to the usual locker room banter and yelling. Jess pulled me over to my locker space, and I started to undress, peeling off the layers of uniform and equipment. As I got down to my jock, there seemed to be a quiet that fell over the room as guys acted like they were not really looking in my direction but were preparing to get a glance at what was in that 10XXXL jock. “Guys, I’m going to bring out my buddy, and don’t worry he does not bite unless you want him to. Call him whatever you want, he does not have a name.” The guys started laughing, and a couple said just show us, we have bets on this. I pulled my jock off quickly, and stood back up, grabbed my cock and gave it a full smoothing out pull and let if flop over my two melon balls. “OK, who won?” I asked. The quarterback shouted out. “I WON! Pay up fuckers! That’s three feet there. It’s gotta be three feet!” “Yes, you won, pay the man guys!” I shouted, then I turned and walked to the shower room, hoping to see 75 in there. I thought I would just walk up and lay my cock over his shoulder. That would make him lose it. The showers had been modified for giants, but not me, as the shower heads were at 12 feet. The other disappointment, 75 was nowhere to be seen. Jess and I showered with some guys that came in also, others left shaking their heads after seeing what I had hanging between my legs. After the shower, I went to dress and Jess had the foresight to bring some clothes that were made by the uniform company for me, unfortunately, they were the tightest spandex shorts possible. This was done on purpose I thought as my buddies wanted me to show off all my assets. After squeezing into the shorts, I donned a muscle-slut workout shirt which really was barely enough to cover my chest and my wide traps blew past the huge armholes. I got down on my knees and combed my hair in the mirror. I had to admit I was looking like a real live god. Jess and I walked to the bar, passing people gasping, shouting and standing there staring at me with their jaws at their feet as I walked by. Each step I made ate real estate at a huge clip. Jess had to actually pick up his pace to keep up. I also had to negotiate street trees, signs, traffic lights, and building awnings. I felt as if I was in a miniature world, filled with toddler sized people. As we came around a building corner, I was not looking in the right direction and felt two huge hands grab me around my upper thigh. “Whoa, giant Linus!” You almost stepped on me!” It was Willis, he was staring up at me. “I hoped to see you! I saw you on TV on your big practice reveal! What the fuck happened to you?” “Martin happened to me.” I dryly answered. “Holy shit Linus! You are a fucking god! Please, can we go out now? I promise not to climb you like a tree on our first date! Was this the stuff you were going through stuff you were talking about?” “Yeah, it kind of was. Jess, go on ahead, I’ll meet you at the bar in a bit. I’d like to talk to Willis here.” Jess gave a big wink to both of us and strode away. “You know Willis, I really want to go out with you, but I still have a very small bit of stuff to take care of, so really can we make a date for a time in a couple of weeks? I am having a bit of a time adjusting to this giant size.” “Ok Linus, but this is the last time. If you fall through on me, I am going to have my three boys come to get you, and you have seen them.” I nodded and smiled in agreement. “Wait, Linus! I do want to show you something. Can you spare another 30 minutes, it’s right around the corner.” I thought I could spare that, so I agreed. We both walked in the opposite direction about 7 blocks to a warehouse district by the train tracks. The buildings were older and big, I was thinking this is where Willis lived. I was thinking he was going to put the moves on me in his cool warehouse space for the big man he was. We came up to an older brick warehouse, but you could tell that newer doors and windows were installed. The windows were high on the walls, up about 25 feet. Willis unlocked the door and we went through the 25 high metal doors. I tried at first to decide what this space was. Was it a living space or an industrial kitchen as it had both qualities? Ten regs were at the kitchen counters preparing all types of food. Industrial ovens lined a wall. Opposite the kitchen was an area with enormous bean bag chairs. Each chair was 15’ across. There were tv screens hanging everywhere and the lighting was softer on this side. “Willis, what is this space? Is this where you live?” “Well, sort of,” Willis answered as he was scanning the living side of the huge space for something. Then I heard voices coming from the very far side of the living area, just beyond a huge door opening that lead to a very green patio space with large trees. I was not prepared for what came around the corner. It was Willis’ three monumental bodybuilders, but something was off. As they approached us, I stepped back. As they strode towards us, I realized they were much, much bigger and much, much taller than I could comprehend at my 17’ plus height. Then they were in front of us. I came up to the bottom of their rib cages. I could not see anything but pecs and arms. They were dirigible muscle monsters. They shifted their weight in front of me and then surrounded me. I shot a look at Willis. “How? WHY?” “Because Martin can Linus. He has the long view or the giant view. These guys are 25’ tall and weigh about 10,000 pounds apiece. This is the future, and you should be proud. It really is because of you and your genetics.” “I have to sit down.” I was shaking, the three freaks backed up so they could see me. I flopped in one of the giant bean bag chairs. I looked up at these things. They were so muscled, so gargantuan, that it was like human buildings moving. I could only see their eyes, as their pecs held their chins in place. “Martin. I should have known. He was not kidding about what he could do, and that room I was in was no mistake either. Willis, do you see the lunacy of this? This is NUTS! It has to stop!” The three balloons then lowered themselves down into the other bean bags facing me. The guy I had to feed at the bar piped up. “Linus dude. Listen. This is the most amazing thing ever to be this big.” I could see his tiny head swallowed by his traps and his pecs that he rested his chin on. There had to be three feet between his mouth and his pecs at the widest. He just laid there in a posing strap, looking at me. He really could not turn his head. Then a huge cart was wheeled up. It had turkey breasts piled on it. “Pardon me, Linus. Feeding time for me.” Then two guys laid a huge bib over his chest. One then picked up an entire turkey breast and brought it up to the titan’s mouth. He began to gobble it down. The other two just laid in their bean bags, awaiting their feeding. They were immobile in the bean bags, huge bloated muscles all in the way of each other, barely able to move. Willis turned to me. “Linus, I know you are upset, this is a shock for you, but this is the future you know. Martin explained it all to me. Your genetic code made this secondary growth for giants possible. I will be taking the stuff next week. I can’t wait!” “So, who is going to do all the things you need to be done for you when you are the size of an oil tanker? How does that work?” “Well, Martin has it all figured out. He will be tomorrow; you can meet him then. He’s flying his plane in from South America.” “Martin has it all figured out. You have it all figured out.” I said. “The problem does the world?” Is everyone going to be like these balloon animals?” I pointed to the three immovable muscle piles on the bean bag chairs. “No, of course not!” Willis retorted. “The new drug just enhances the guys that could take the first drug, so everyone that is a giant now will be bigger, and everyone else will stay regs. The cool thing is that this second drug will put all of us at about 25 feet and about 10,000 to 12,000 pounds. So, we will all be equal giants. Cool huh?” “No cool huh! You are a fucking idiot Willis. Now you will be a 25’ tall fucking idiot.” I stood up and looked down at him, he got up and stared up at me. “You think I am an idiot? What about you Mr. 17 feet plus? Are you an idiot also for taking the drug? How is that?” “That’s a different story, Willis! A story I would have told you, but now you are too stupid to waste it on! I have to go!” I walked across the large room to the kitchen area where the door was. I heard a mechanical lock inside the door as I reached for the handle. I looked back towards Willis and his three titanic muscle freaks, the freaks were up and moving; slowly but moving towards me. The regs just stood there and watched. They got up to me and the three closed in on me. I was being mashed by their sheer size with my back to the wall. “Get him over here,” Willis commanded. All three grabbed me from all sides. The strength they possessed was insane. I could not do a thing about it. Then I was on one of the bean bag chairs, 11,000 pounds moderately seated on my stomach, 10,000 pounds holding my hands over my head, and 11,000 holding my feet still. “I was going to be a nice guy about this Linus. I was going to slip this to you on our date. But now is the time for you to take the drug that you made from your body”. “PLEASE! Willis, DON’T DO THIS! I don’t want to be 25 feet tall!” I was crying and pleading, being held down by a guy on my stomach that looked like a body with no head, just pecs. “Oh, you won’t be 25’ Linus. Since you are the originator of the drug base, Martin said you will top out about 31 feet, so don’t worry, nobody will call you shorty.” The drug was poured down me. Martin was slipping on his flavor game. Peppermint. What a fucking lazy shit.
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    I am sorry I have been so slow in writing the additional chapters, I have had some personal issues. I will be posting another chapter this weekend. Thank you for understanding.
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    Chapter 12 It was the night before the tryouts. I just finished off enough for five grown men at dinner and was lounging on one giant couches in my room. I was relaxed, the gang would be here soon with my new uniform, and I would get it on and see how it looked and fit. There was a delay as someone in the office for the uniform company thought the order was a joke internally, and then when they discovered it was not it was rushed, so that's why it was delivered to my place so late. Lounging on the couch, I could still not take in my enormity. I had a pair of massive and tight spandex shorts on only as I was hot. I was now always warm and needed cool air to be comfortable, Martin saying that was one of the effects of being so large. Over time I was here, I had put on more weight, only to 3300 pounds and still not up to the 4500 pounds the coach was expecting. I was still holding steady height wise at over 17 feet tall. The gang came in with some very large boxes. Jess was in his usual happy mood, Davis steady as usual and Harold just his tiny giddy self. We arranged the boxes on the floor and started unpacking. Jess then inspected each item, then Davis, then put on by Harold which gave him great entertainment putting each piece on as we laughed. Each item we took out of the boxes got more and more ridiculous looking on Harold, the shoulder pads the most as they looked like some vast horse harness drooped over him. "Well, time to suit up Linus," Jess announced and directed me off the couch. "Time to drop those briefs and get your jock on." “Get your JOCK on!” parroted Harold. He was enjoying this immensely. I got up and gave them the big show as I play stomped to the middle of the room, then expanded my self and hit a double bicep. "Ready to jock it up, guys." Off came the spandex. There was a silence in the room as I stood there naked. All three of them were just awe-struck. "That is the biggest hog I have seen on a guy," Harold gasped. Jess and Davis nodded silently and reverently as if they were in church. Davis pipped up, “Linus, how freaking big is that thing? Have you measured it?” “Yes, I have guys, and it seems to keep growing, the twin giants measured it this morning, and it's three feet long soft." Harold was now right below me gazing up at it. He still could not reach it on his tippy-toes. He wanted to touch it so bad, so I sat down, and it flopped over my melon sized balls. Harold then walked in between my massive thighs. He looked up at me to check again; I just nodded a yes. He slowly ran his tiny hand down its length, then lifted it with two hands. "Davis and Jess and I will be using this frequently so that you know," Harold said looking up at me. “What’s mine is your guys. Feel free to use it anytime.” I answered. Davis got up, "We got to get you suited up, let's do this now ok? We need to know if everything fits. Harold, we will be using that, but not just right now." Harold mock pouted and stepped out from between my titanic legs as I stood up. The jockstrap went on first. It was tight. My junk just fit in there. Jess was concerned that I would not have enough movement with it tight, but it seemed ok. It stuck out from my form like I was hiding a watermelon. Pants were perfectly fit and formed around my huge thighs and massive ass perfectly. The white spandex highlighted my perfect muscular ass and the jock wrapping around it. Shoulder pads, check, Jersey, check…wait it was number 80. “Jess, I’m 80? I am going to be a defensive lineman.” “No, you are not. Jess replied. I told the coach how much you weighed and he wants you as a tight end until you bulk up to that two-ton-plus size". What a fucking setback this is I thought. First what kind of world now is it where a 3300-pound guy is too light to play defensive lineman? Also now I can’t get a shot at my enemy, the asshole 75. I would have to figure out some other way to cold-cock him on the field and act as if it was just a football accident. I told Jess that was cool. Next, the shoes, size 75. Fuck, I can’t fucking escape that number. Then the helmet. It fit perfectly. We relaxed as I stretched and moved around in the uniform. Harold now was up in front of me; I now had to realize that I could not see people under 8 feet if they were close in front of me. I almost knocked down Harold, Davis caught him from stumbling back as my leg brushed him. “Careful Harold! I can’t see you when you are up close to my base like that. I do not want to hurt you. What do you want?” “Pick me up!” Harold was jumping up and down like a puppy. I squatted down and slowly brought him up to my helmet. “Linus, this is so hot I can’t handle it, and not being able to see your face through the mirrored facemask is just putting me over the edge.” I pulled him into me, his body was tight against my chest and shoulder pads. I could feel his tiny arms attempt to wrap around my neck. After about thirty seconds Davis had had enough. He stood up and reached up for Harold. “Uh, Linus, it’s time to give back my baby.” “Don’t worry Davis, he is your baby and will always be.” I detached Harold and held him out as a toddler and Davis took him back. Harold did the toddler act as Davis took back possession. "Want giant! Want!" Davis put Harold to his chest and gave him play baby smacks on his ass. "No, you can't have a football player." Jess was rolling on the couch laughing. The next morning we all assembled, and I had another behemoth breakfast. What I wanted to do was make sure no person would be able to tell who I was until I got on that field. Jess was perplexed. “You want to suit up here? Why not in the locker room?” "Jess, I am going to make a big entrance, and I want to surprise everyone. So I will reveal who I am when I am on the field, the team marketing guys would like that I think.” Jess bought it. Suited up, now was the time to leave the complex and be in the real small world. I was getting anxious but was keeping it under control. Leaving the complex itself was a struggle as every door I went through required me to bend over and go through sideways as I was too tall and too broad with my shoulder pads. We finally made it to the front of the building past the stares and gasps of the ordinarily staid researchers and staff of Van Semec Pharmaceuticals. A huge truck showed up with a smaller giant rideshare van. I loaded myself into the larger one which had no seat since there was no truck large enough with a seat to take me. The truck dropped noticeably as I maneuvered my massive ass into a sitting position. The guys rode to the field in the giant ride share behind me. Thirty minutes later the van stopped, and the door was opened up. Jess was there alone. Harold and Davis already were heading to the stands where they would watch. “Linus, the team has told the media that you are here, a giant football tryout, a giant of giants, but they do not know who you are. Since you are in uniform and are hidden under the mirror mask, they want to ask you some questions before you get on the field. Is that ok?” I thought it would be ok since the mirrored mask hid my face and now that I was so fucking tall, they could not even get a shot of my head unless I squatted down, which I would not do. “Sure Jess, let’s do this!” I extracted myself from the truck and up ahead was a huge crowd of fans and media. I decided I was going to give them the whole show. I slowly lumbered up to the gate where the crowd assembled through an empty plaza area lined with lamp posts. I strode slowly and exaggerated my steps as I got close. As I walked one of the plaza lamp posts caught my jersey on the shoulder and hung up on it. It stopped me, and I turned and reached back to unhook it from the lamp cross beam. I decided to take it up a notch more. I unhooked it then grabbed the post that was embedded in concrete and pulled like I was pulling out a stalk of corn about five feet shorter than me. I pulled. The lamppost came out, and I laid it on the planting area next to the plaza. The crowd went nuts! I then slowly came upon the crowd flexing my arms. The crowd rushed forward, the majority of which were regs. Everything they could touch on me within reach was being felt, tapped and smacked with yells of “Behemoths! Big 80!“ All other things yelled were lost in the general noise. Security guards pushed the crowd back, and the media stepped up. They asked who I was, and I told them I would let them know after the tryout. Then they asked every other question possible in 10 minutes. I just stood there and did not look down at them; I looked out as if another my size was asking the questions. I did not want any chance of being recognized. This made people even crazier as it came off as an arrogant giant just barely tolerating the tiny regs around his feet. I arrived just as the team was taking the field. The stands had about five thousand in a 50 thousand person stadium. I jogged over to the team assembling in front of the coaches on the sideline. All the coaches were from reg football teams in the past, and all were insanely short, so much so they were on a high gantry that lined the field and when they talked to players they were on this thing to bring them up to face to a helmet with them. Then I approached from the back, and the team split like a wave. I walked up to the gantry and the head coach. He still came to the bottom of my ribcage. “With you, I am gonna need a bigger gantry. A fucking whata sight you are!” He was almost in shock. We assembled on the field, did stretches and loosened up. I felt every team member's eyes lasering in on me. The looks up close ranged from fascination to sheer terror. 75 came up close twice, he was checking how big I was compared to him. The second time he gave me a disgusted huff. I was so going to destroy him. Jess came over multiple times and gave me crazy hard ass smacks and laughed each time. I split off with the tight ends and the tight end coaches. The biggest tight end other than me came to about 9 feet and wispy 900 pounds. The other ranged in the 7 to high sevens. It became apparent that a 5'6" coach could not really communicate with me unless I was always on my knees. Even then, I was too huge. That got crazy after about 30 minutes, so to the delight of the crowd, the coach would tap me on my leg, and I would pick him up to my face for the instructions on what to do. The crowd loved it. Basically, every ball that came within my giant reach was caught by me — my range of catchable and even wildly off balls I caught. The ball was larger by 50% but it was like catching a tennis ball for me. Covering me was impossible. Everywhere I went on the field I had people bouncing off my legs and thighs as I ran very slowly, like a freight train to the end zone. Others were dragged with me into the end zone. I was a monster, and unstoppable. As we took water breaks, I had guys come up and just gaze up at me and say everything they could about how they have never seen anything like me or my abilities. The offensive linemen were the best, as they would linger their hands over my ass and legs in congrats. 75 even came up and gave me a slap on the ass towards the end of practice. Practice ended and I was dying from not taking my helmet off. Just as I thought I could not take it anymore and was about to remove it, we were called to the gantry where all the coaches were. They gave us a pep talk, and then to my surprise, the head coach announced that the team had a new tight end. “Ok guys, this is unusual, but we are confident in this. 80 can you come up here?” The team parted, and I went up to the head coach. The timing was going to be perfect. As I slowly undid my chin strap and pulled my helmet off the coach announced. “Welcome number 80, Linus VanRavensway to the team!” I turned around and faced the team looking down on all, shaking the sweat off my head. "Thank you, coach and I am proud…" There were murmurs and activity in the guys; then players started stepping back. “Coach! 75 is down! We need the trainers!” 75 was down, out cold. The trainers were taking care of him, and then he groggily sat up from the turf. He stared right at me. His eyes were in pure terror. They got him up fast as he was in a hurry to get up and back to the locker room. One of the trainers yelled to the coach that 75 was ok; they would get him back to the locker room.
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    CHAPTER 11 Jack and Sam walked me around the room. I was very awkward, also very naked. On the other side of the room behind a very tall partition was a mirror, and Jess and Sam guided me to it. I was shocked. I looked like a massive version of Davis. I had the same thick basketball player build he had with thick thighs, a medium to thick waist and a massively wide and broad chest. Muscled long arms dangled down to each of my helper's shoulders. The tops of Sam and Jacks heads came up to my hips. Then I looked at my face. It was the same, but bigger, a bit more angular in the jaw, and stubble was all over my face from not shaving for the last sleeping binge. I felt a hand slowly go around my thigh towards my crotch. I peered down and saw Jack watching Sam's hand heading towards my dick and balls. Sam slid his hands under my balls and slightly bounced squeezed them as if he were choosing cantaloupes at the store. They were the size of cantaloupes. Then he let them drop and picked up my limp cock that hung over my balls and picked that up and held it up in two hands. “I’m thinking about 28" Jack." “I’m thinking you are correct sir!” answered Sam. "Well giant Linus, what do you think?" Asked Jack as he let my cock go and it flopped back down. “This is almost a dream. It’s like I can’t wrap my head around this.” Martin then walked in. “So, inspecting the new slab, huh guys? Like what you see?” Jack and Sam nodded quickly a yes, while Martin walked around me like he was inspecting a new giant statue he just purchased. “Magnificent, just magnificent!” He then slapped the back of my knee, because that’s where the top of his head came to on me. I watched him in the mirror walk around me again. “You are a bit on the light side, so you still have some filling out to do. But we will bulk you up just nicely!” Then he surprised me. “Can you pick me up?” I was very scared when he said that, as I thought of the paint tube incident, and did not want to crush him. “I don’t know Martin; I'm scared that I may hurt you." “Nonsense! Give it a try.” I squatted down and wrapped both hands around his mid-section gently and slowly stood up, and brought his face to about two feet from mine. He was light as a feather. Then he surprised me and reached out and ran his hand along my jaw. “You are a god now.” Jack and Sam just stood there looking up transfixed on what was happening. I then slowly put Martin down. “Linus, I’d like you to start exercising to get your coordination back, and Jack and Sam will start that tomorrow. No weights or anything, just simple things, then some running and general activity stuff, is that ok with you? Then when you are ready in a month or two, you can go home". My exercise classes started after breakfast the next day, and it was walking, stretching, general exercises, and stuff like that. Then the guys would come over in the late afternoons, and we would play board games, and watch tv and chat. Very quickly I adapted to my new body and schedule and my massive food intake. Slowly my weight climbed up. We had a Christmas feast in my room, and Jack and Sam were there, Martin had left the country just before and would be gone till March. New Years came and went, and I was getting very antsy to get out of the room and the exercise complex that was next to it. The last Monday I was there, the gang was hanging out with me, and we were talking and laughing, and Jess brought up the football tryouts that would be occurring the next week. “So, Linus, are you still on board for the tryouts? You think you are ready?” “I am more than ready Jess, I can’t wait, but I was thinking, what are you guys going to do for a uniform for me? There is no way I will fit in anything.” Davis chimed in, "Martin the everything guy has that handled. He sent your stats to the team uniform manufacturer, and your uniform will be here tomorrow. Jess the big fucking mouth told him you were trying out”. I did not want anyone to see me until I was on that field to crush 75. I also did want him to know who I was until the right moment. I proposed a plan. "Guys, how about I suit up here, then go to the field and try out? Then after the tryout, I will come back home for good." Jess shot Davis a "what the fuck look." "Jess, I want to make a grand entrance. I want to shock the shit out of people". Jess nodded, then he seemed convinced. “Ok, that does sound cool. People will freak when they see you run on the field!” “Oh, and Jess, I need a mirrored face guard on my helmet, can you do that?” Now 75 would not know what hit him till I take my helmet off my head. Seeing him squirming on the ground and me looking down and taking off my helmet and him realizing it's me will make him lose his mind.
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    Chapter 10 “Why is everything so big in this room?” Davis asked. Jess and Harold looked around. “Yeah, why is it so big?” added Harold. I looked around slowly, I was starting to get my strength back, but I could not honestly tell from my almost prone position on the bed. Davis offered to tilt the bed up more, so I was more upright. After he did, I then noticed the bed length, and suddenly the width. The bed had to be 10 feet wide, and it was maybe 25 feet long. It was huge. I felt like an ant in a pillow. Davis stretched up to reach the ceiling. "These ceilings are 30 feet, and the bed is like a barge, Linus!" Harold was rummaging behind a partition on the other side of the room. He found something. “Look at the size of these chairs guys!" Harold tried to push one over to us; he could not budge it. "Hey buddy, let me get that." Davis strode over and quickly pushed the chair next to the bed then sat in it. His feet dangled a foot off the ground. “This is fucking weird Linus,” Jess sounded concerned. "Guys, there has to be an explanation for this; I mean it is a room for big men." “You mean men bigger than me by about 10 feet.” Davis drily said. Harold was becoming panicked. “Linus, I don’t want you here. We have to leave! Martin is giving you some new shit that will turn you into a super giant freak!" Jess nodded his head in agreement; Davis looked almost there. “Guys…let’s not…” The door slid open, and two guys in scrubs came in. I had to rub my eyes, they were identical twins. "Linus, everyone, I'm Jack, and this is my brother Sam, we are your nurses. I take the night shift and Sam the day shift. We are just outside your room, so if you need anything, tap the button on the bed rail. If you are hungry, we can have food brought up. We are changing shifts, and we need to get your stats and then leave you guys alone". "Hey, why is everything so freakishly big in here, even bigger than what would be for a guy like him," Harold pointed to Davis, and was up in front of both the nurses and poking them on their thighs. “You are giving him some super growth shit and using him as a lab rat!” Jack and Sam looked at each other then down at Harold and started cracking up. Davis stood up from the chair instantly. “Are you laughing at my boyfriend?” He was pissed. "OH GOD! No! We think it's funny that you think we are running some weird experiment here. We are sorry we laughed," Davis relaxed a bit. “These rooms were built when the drug was being developed. There was a lot of conversation going on between the researchers, and frankly, they did not know exactly how big a guy would get. Martin always plans, so he just said to take the highest estimate and build for that person. The highest they thought they could get a guy to was 25 feet.” “Fuck! That would be so cool!” Jess jumped in. “Can you imagine me at 25 feet?” “I don't want to think about that nightmare Jess.” Davis shot back. "Well, we are sorry that we laughed. It just struck us as funny. We are the first guys that became giants. Martin loved that we were identical twins, so it could give him valuable info on the genetics of the drug. Anyhoo, Linus, stay still for a while as we put the bed in a flatter position to scan you.” I relaxed, and the bed went down. They asked me to stay still as a scanner in the ceiling got measurements, and then Jack checked the bed footboard for my weight. He pulled out a considerable tablet and started punching in the information. “Linus, right now you are 9 feet tall and weigh in at 680 pounds. That’s a big jump from when they brought you sleeping like a log here”. They guys just stared at me. “I’m still Linus guys. Just bigger.” Harold stared at me. “And you will become the biggest.” “OK Harold, it’s time for us to go, It’s getting dark out, and you look sleepy. Jess, we have to go and let Linus get some food and rest". "Guys, thanks for coming and when you come by again, can you bring a small canvas and my painting box? I'd like to get some painting in.” "Sure thing Linus”, Davis then picked up Harold and hovered him over my face as Harold gave me butterfly kisses, the Jess came in and managed to get his vast body close enough to hug me, then a big kiss from Davis. They walked out happy. “Nice guys!” Sam commented. “Yes, I could not ask for better friends. By the way how big are you guys?” Jack looked at Sam as if he was comparing heights. "I'm 10' and 900; Sam is a shrimp at 9' 7" and about what, 850?" Sam nodded yes. The door slid open again, and Martin came in and passed Jack and Sam on the way out. “So you feeling better?” "Yes Martin, I am, thank you." "I want to make sure you are happy and calm, I know you get excited quickly and stress out, but before I left for home, I wanted to say if you need anything call me or the two twin towers on duty for you. Have you eaten yet? No, but I am starving now that you mention it. "Great! Order anything you want, and as much as you want, we are here for you." Matin slapped me on the shoulder and then turned and strode out. Damn, I was hungry! I picked up the sheets to see what 9 feet tall looked like. It was bizarre, as everything was large and beefier. I slid my hands down my stomach and then my thighs. They were big, but my hands were also, so I could not get a real read on what my size felt like. I groped my danger zone and looked. That got big, not out of proportion to my body significant but it was hefty and was wanting attention. It went to rock hard in seconds. I had a private show under my sheets and was very interested. “Ahem…Linus” ‘Ooh! Jack! Uh…..” "Don't sweat it Linus, when I got big; I could not take my eyes off it either. Martin wants you to eat a lot of carbs, so we have a tray of pancakes for you." Jack pulled up a tray holder and set down a large 3' square tray of pancakes piled a foot high. “Eat up, soon to be gigantor!” I stared at the massive pile. “No way can I eat that all!” "Oh, you will, believe me, you will", Jack was walking towards the door chuckling. Jack was right. After the first mouthful, I attacked the pile. I stuffed the pancakes in and just inhaled them. Nothing mattered at that moment except getting more food in me. There were six-gallon jugs of milk; those started going down also. After 20 minutes, the large tray was empty, and the milk was gone. I began to rub a very large bloated six pack and stretched out. I then fell asleep. I was asleep for about two hours and had to use the can. Slowly I sat up and swung my legs over the side. The bed for its enormity was low, so I got my feet on the floor and slowly stood up. That's when the height difference hit. I felt like I was on a ladder. I slowly shuffled to the bathroom, the door slid open, and there were all the fixtures, all for a guy 25' tall. Using the toilet was hilarious as my feet dangled. After cleaning up, I went back to the bed and collapsed. Sleep again. I woke up to Harold with my paint kit and a small canvass. He saw my eyes open, and he clambered up on the bed and snuggled in and handed me my stuff. "Harold, thank you so much for this. I need to do something." "Well, I will be here all day snug as a bug with you." We snuggled on the bed, Sam came in and out, changed the IV drips, and I noticed the IV bags were getting larger and larger. Then the hunger hit again, instant and hard. Two trays of pancakes with two trays of scrambled eggs came when I asked for food. Harold watched me in awe as I demolished it all in 30 minutes. Then I just passed out sleeping. "Wake up sleepy head." Sam was tapping me. "How ya doing?” Oh, fine, I dozed off a bit. “A bit? You have been sleeping for three days.” Sam replied. “What? No way!” I was in shock. “Harold understands, he said to call him when you wake up.” How big am I now? I was getting shaky. You are 11’6” and 1100 pounds. Look at the size of the IV drips!” I looked over, and there were two 50 gallon drums. “I’m getting scared Sam!” I blurted out. "Linus, you are fine; it's just so strange when it's happening. You especially since your transition is so fast. But you are safe and sound. Why not try to paint something? Harold said you are a great painter”. Thanks, Sam, but I don't think I'm great, but you are right, that will take my mind off the fact that I am hooked to two 50 gallon drums. Sam smiled and left. I picked up my painting box. I bent the metal top. Then I tried to open it, but my fingers were gigantic. I finally got it open with a considerable fingernail. Then I propped up the canvass on my legs, and it was small, but most of my paintings were on a four bu four canvass. This looked like a notepad size to me. I reached in for the brushes, and after fumbling around, I finally got a hold of one. The paint tube I first picked exploded when I picked it up with my fingers, then the second one. Finally, I got the third but could not get the cap off. It was so tiny; I just ripped it off. I was getting panicky. I decided to use the paint from the two exploded tubes. I dipped my brush in. I was holding something the size of a coffee stirrer to paint. I put the first stoke down and mashed the brush. I tried another brush, same result. I threw all the stuff across the room in the corner. This is perfect. I can’t paint. I have lost all control and sensitivity and scale with the tools. It was like trying to paint with a catchers mitt. I was fucked. Then the anger came. It was a hot rage that ran through me. 75, that motherfucker did this to me. He killed my craft. He took my life as an artist away. He will pay for this. I will go out on that tryout field in February and be the biggest motherfucker on the planet and in a football uniform and crush him like a bug. That’s the price he will pay for destroying my life. Sleep came on me like a train. I slept a lot. I slept for days at a time, then would wake up, eat a mountain of food, pass out sleeping and repeat. It all became a blur. I remember shuffling to the bathroom back and forth like a zombie. It was a permanent dream state of eating and growing larger and larger. Some times I would sleep for three days, then five, but I was so out of it I was not even in my body. I was outside it somewhere else, and would only visit for short times. Clarity started coming back as I woke up to Jack and Sam wheeling three 50 gallon IV drums out the door. I glanced over, and there were no more IV tubes in me, and the ports were out of me also. This made me feel better. "So that last stretch of sleep was biggie. Welcome back Linus," Jack was smiling at me. “Wow, how long Sam?” "Well, you are done. Want to take a test spin? You have been sleeping for seven days," “Size?” Jack answered. “17’-8” 2800 pounds.” I just laid there and thought. Did I want to get out of bed and accept this new me? The fog of sleep was leaving, and I was feeling frisky. “OK guys, let's do this.” Jack and Sam got on each side of me as I slowly sat up on the bed, as I rose I passed above them. I was looking down on them sitting down. I slowly stood up, they descended. Up and up, I got wobbly, and I could feel their hands on my ass and waist to steady me. I looked down, way down. There they were below me. I just saw the tops of their heads, except when they had to crane their heads up to talk to me. I stood there naked and stretched. I put my hands on their shoulders; my hands ate their bodies. I felt my cock, it was insanely large. “Jack poked his head from around my thigh to Sam, “We got a huge one here pal!”
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    Chapter 9 We all got in late back home, but we all went to my place to hang out. Jess was snacking on something as usual, and the tv was on the sports station showing regular football. Jess was giving commentary, “I outweigh that whole offensive line by a hundred pounds!” Davis had Harold tucked up in his chest as they both were laying on the couch. “Guys, can I ask a huge favor?” All three turned to me. “Sure Linus, you name it,” Davis said. “Well, can we keep my growth a secret? I mean, I know sooner, or later people will see what’s obviously happening, but they don’t need to know my ultimate size till I reach it. It’s going to be so much easier on me because if it gets out, I will be bombarded with social media shit, tv news, you name it. I am so anxious about it; it would really help. When people notice my size increasing, it won’t be till, well after I pass you Davis when things will get really weird. But up to that, I will be just one of the guys on the drug.” “We will make sure nobody knows Linus, that’s a promise from all of us,” Harold replied. “Thanks, guys, I love all of you so much! And with that happy note, I am going to bed.” I went into my bedroom, I was fighting an anxiety attack coming on. I laid down on the bed, then just passed out asleep. Light through the huge old windows woke me up. I had a bad night. Bad dreams I could not remember, but I was off mentally and was starting to shake. Perfect, waking up to a panic attack. I stood up and went to the bathroom door. Thwack! I held my forehead. After rubbing my sore forehead I looked straight ahead. The doorjamb top was at chin level. Holy shit! I had grown overnight. Then I felt the constriction full on of my now tight clothes. I shucked them off. There on the other side of the door was a mirror. I saw my headless body in it, it was me, but taller, not more muscular either, just gangly tall. I ducked into the bathroom, took a piss. At least that was not bigger. Out in the kitchen area, Jess was packing up some food for training camp. He glanced at me. “Howdy sleepy! Have a good night?” “Kind of Jess, anything different you think? Jess ambled over and stood directly in front of me, and got close as a person with a 1600-pound lineman’s gut could get. He looked me up and down. “You’re bigger!” Jess shouted. “This is so fucking cool! Now it’s happening and we all get to see it!” “Great, now we can sell tickets,” I said with a sarcastic grin. That’s all I remember. I was standing in the street naked. Buildings around me were in various stages of damage like an earthquake had occurred. Looking around there was not a soul. I walked down the street, and I could see from the scale of things like doors and cars, I had hit about 18 feet. I peered in some second story windows. There was nobody. Then the shaking started. Like small tremors with a heartbeat. I looked up and down the street. Still no other people. Then up ahead at an intersection, a calf muscle came around the corner building, then the leg, then another; they were attached to a man. I looked up over the buildings and there the rest of him was, he was probably 100 feet tall. It was Davis. “Hello, little guy! I am glad you are here we have been looking for you!” “Davis! Help me! Please!” I shouted up as loud as I could. Then behind me, I felt a tap on my back. I spun around, and it was Jess. It was Jess’ big toe that tapped on my back. I ran to space in the street between them in the empty street. My head whipped back and forth up to them as I screamed and screamed, “Help me, Jess! Help me, Davis!” Both giants then squatted down, collapsing building fronts with their thighs. They had me pinned in. “Linus, it’s time for you to become one of us. We have medicine for you.” I was screaming still, “No! No! Stop, Please!” More rhythmic tremors. These were bigger. Behind Davis, a huge form got closer, and as it got closer, it got bigger. It then stood behind Davis’ mammoth crouched body, it put its hand on Davis’ shoulder. “You got him! Nice! Hello Linus!” Davis stood up to talk to the new giant. It was Harold, he was twice the size of Davis. I spun around to run but was grabbed by Jess. He held me as he would a football as a center would before the hike, I was down between his legs and within touching distance of a spandex bulge containing his now mega-sized balls. I was still screaming my lungs out for help. There was a booming voice. “I will help you, Linus! Here I come to save you!” More tremors, this time full on earthquake size. Crashing of glass and buildings, I could not see what was coming as I was held tight in Jess’ huge hand between his crouched legs. The sound of destruction stopped. Jess reached out and put me back on the street and stood up. The fourth figure was there. It was 75. Titanic. He was double the size of Harold. He made Davis and Jess look so small. “Save you! Ha! That’s funny Linus. I’m here for your medicine time.” 75’s voice was like thunder. It looked like a building was heading towards me, it was 75’s hand. He picked me up and in a moment, I was in front of his face. He brought up his other hand and opened it and there were five giants my size. He put his hands together and these five guys dressed like doctors jumped into the hand I was in. They had me on 75’s firm palm surface pinned. Then they took out a huge bottle the size of a beachball. “Time to take your medicine,” 75’s building-sized face grinned. I was gagging and crying, then my eyes began to work, as I blinked out the gunk and haze. I was in hospital. A very large room, all white with all the usual medical equipment. A large bank of windows was on my left, the drapes drawn, but a nice afternoon light coming through them. I could not move. I was so weak, like a newborn kitten. I could not even get my head up off the pillow. I could see a door across the room, it silently slid open. Martin walked through. “Linus, I am so glad you are awake! How do you feel?” “Like I got hit by a truck Martin.” I was still coughing and wheezing from the awful nightmare. “Everything is fine Linus….” “Martin, where am I. Am I dying? Why do I feel so weak? I’m terrified!” “Linus, you are in the main suite of my medical testing complex. This is the best room; we have volunteers here for medical testing. You have been asleep for about three days. You have not been in a coma, just sleeping. We have you attached to an array of nutrient IV feeds. I am sorry Linus, but we have underestimated your acceptance of the drug. Your body was grabbing all the nutrients it could for your growth, and because it is so accelerated, your body just said enough, and you passed out. You are healthy as a horse; you have all the nutrients you need now. You can start eating now, and I would like you to. You will have to stay here till you reach full size, but you can get out of bed about four hours a day and walk around.” I was trying to take all this in. “I’m going to live here till May or June?” I was starting to panic. “No Linus, your growth is beyond fast now. You will hit your mark in about 30 days. By December you will be out by Christmas and walking around like nothing happened, except you will be kind of a god.” I started to settle a bit, “Well, at least I get it over quicker.” The door slid open again, and in came my boys. Harold ran over to the bed, Davis picked him up and deposited him near my chest. Harold caressed my face. “Martin texted us to come over right away! He said you would be out of it for a couple of days! I was so worried!” “I’m ok guys, Martin’s got me all set up” Davis looked down at me, “He told us everything, Jess is upset that he will not be able to see you go through this at the loft.” “I am man! Jess chimed in, “I was looking forward to the eating binges with you!” “Martin said we can come anytime to see you, so I will be here a lot!” Harold was giddy with happiness now. “I’ll leave you guys to talk.” Martin said. “let me know if you need anything!” “Get in here Martin, you are getting a hug from me,” I said. Jess picked up Martin and held him over me then lowered him down so I could barely move my arms into a hug for him. Jess put him down and Martin left laughing. Jess was antsy. He had something that he wanted to say; and was waiting and he just could not wait anymore. I told all of them to sit down by my bed, I told Jess to spill his guts. He first denied it, but then admitted that he had great news. “Linus, we need players for our team, and I know I broke your promise not to tell anyone about your size increase gig, but I told my head coach. I didn’t use any names, but told him that there will be a guy available in February that will be 17’ tall and weigh in about 4500 to 5000 pounds. His eyes bugged out of his head! He wants you to try out! After Martin told us on the phone when you first got here that you will be as big as a fucking building by Christmas, it’s fucking perfect timing! Please do it? Please? Harold was aghast. “Jess you motherfucker! You told someone about Linus!” “That’s fucked up Jess,” Davis added with a scowl. “Come ON guys! Nobody knows who you are! Just that you exist! Please, Linus? You played football in high school and you were fantastic! Please try out, will you?” I still could not move much but put my hand up feebly. “Jess, I would LOVE to be on your team, don’t’ give my name till the day I come and try out though, I’m sure it will be no problem making the team. I already know some of the guys from the party, and also 75! He’s a great guy!”
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    Chapter 8 Everyone slept in the next morning, I had to see Martin. I called him at home, and he said to come by. I drove to his house, a large modern mansion overlooking the beach. He met me at the door, barefoot and in shorts and a tee shirt. “You sounded off when you called me Linus is everything ok?” he eased into a couch and I sat in a chair opposite him. The view from his living room was spectacular. “Well, two things Martin. I took the dose, and I have another problem.” “NICE! I am so excited! He got up and came over to my chair and hugged me. Then sat on the low table next to me. “This makes me very happy Linus! You have no idea what this means for me and my company, also people suffering!” “How’s that Martin?” “Linus, you are a genetic unicorn. You are unique. From your genetic scan, my two top guys have done research and based on your genetics, we can possibly have a treatment for two diseases that people are suffering from, and a cure for another! So, you are helping millions. We think these drugs could be on the market in a couple of years. This is such good news. Also, your genetic makeup is like it was waiting for the drug. It’s a completely perfect match for you. I’m glad you came over because I do have to tell you some things now that I know this” “Like what?” I was getting panicky. “Nothing big Linus, but since you are genetically in tune with the drug so perfectly, you are not going to have a delay before you grow. You will start growing within days now. Maybe even this evening.” “Holy fuck Martin!” I slumped back in the soft chair. “You will get a huge growth hit, maybe even a foot and a half in the first day or two, this is because, again, your perfect match with the drug. Then you will even out. You will also eat a tremendous amount of food, sleep maybe up to 20 hours a day, and will probably reach your 17’ plus height in record time. It’s October, so you will hit full size probably by June, maybe May. Other than that, I am suggesting that we have you on a supplement drip every week, we just have not had someone get this big this fast, and I want to make sure you are not starving your body as you grow. You can come over to the lab and hang out for a couple of hours every week”. “So, about a foot and half more or less a month.” Martin nodded. “Yup, but Linus, I am here for you. I will make sure you have the best care.” “Well, considering I am your Frankenstein project, I would think you would.” Martin started laughing and went over to the bar and got some water for us. “Now what’s the other problem. “Oh, just the little lie I told my buddies about me only being 8’ when I took the test. How am I going to handle this? If I start growing tonight, two guys won’t notice I think, but my buddy Harold will, but he’s kinda ok with giants now that he is attached to one.” “Uncle Martin will handle this one, Linus.” “Really, how are you going to do that?” “Linus, almost everyone hates me. The government for the drug turning about 30% of men into huge dudes. Women hate me because I don’t have a drug for them for the same thing. But I have that drug in the pipeline, it’s just going to take another ten years. Even the football league is furious me for suddenly turning their huge guys into midgets now. The environmentalists hate me for making huge people that consume huge amounts of food and resources, so I will take the blame as I do for everything else. The only people that don’t hate me are companies popping up to service big men, and clothing and food companies, they love me, and of course building renovators. Bring them by tonight for dinner and we will get this all settled out. Follow my lead, and it will be a piece of cake.” We walked to the front door and I gave Martin a big hug and left to go back home. Back at the loft, the guys were almost finished cleaning up. I was grateful. “Thanks, guys! I was so not ready to tackle this. By the way, Martin Van Semec wants us all to come over tonight and tell us something important.” Harold, Davis, and Jess were all in. They thought it would be awesome. We rode in the Giant Transport to Martin’s house, it was a driving service for the immense. It is basically a panel truck made up with very large seats, very nice and comfortable. We got the same guy that drove Jess and me to the tryouts. When Jess appeared, the guy went nuts. “What have you been eating? You are so much bigger than the last time.” He exclaimed. “Just people,” Jess answered a matter of factly. We got to Martin’s house and I introduced Harold, Davis, and Jess. We all sat down in the living room and relaxed while drinks were served and supper was being prepared. We all settled in and Martin started. “I have done a terrible thing. I have given the drug to a person that did not know it, and I then misinformed him.” Davis, Jess, and Harold had a puzzled look on their faces, as I did frankly because I had no idea where he was going. Martin started to tremble, then he started sobbing. “I gave the drug to your friend Linus, and I had you all over to confess.” Both Davis and Jess stood up to their full enormous heights. “You did what?” Davis slowly said deep and low, Jess started towards Martin. I stood up and got in front of Martin. “Guys, please sit down. Let’s hear him out.” Right on cue, Martin continued. “I am a scientist, you guys are the way you are because of me, and Harold, I am like you. I can’t take my own drug.” He started sobbing again. “All I want to do is make a better world. Linus’ genetics could actually solve two disease problems and help them, and actually cure another! When Linus came in, I gave him the test. Then I saw his score and his genetic makeup. I slipped the drug in his drink. He is unique in all the world.” Deep sobbing and nose blowing started now. “I just was trying to make the world a better place. Harold, Linus’ blood can possibly help you and me get big! So please forgive me, Linus! Please!” Jess and Davis stood there silent looming over me and Martin crying now full bore on the couch. They looked at each other. They were waiting for a signal from me. “Guys, sit down. It’s ok. It is what it is, and Martin I am not saying this as to you as a collector of my art.” Jess and Davis returned to the large couch and sat. Harold looked like he was going to throw up. I sat down next to Martin. I was going to bring it home. “Martin, I forgive you.” “Really Linus? Thank you, I will be honest with you from now on.” I looked at my three buddies. “Guys, I can't hate a person that is using my DNA to possibly help millions. Also, you two are what you are because of what he invented. It’s ok, let’s just move on”. Davis though was still not pleased. “So what was the misinformation? Was it the score?” Martin looked up coughing. “Yes, Linus got over a 99 score. He will be immense. He will be the largest, heaviest, strongest man to ever walk the planet.” Harold passed out in his deep cushioned chair. Davis just sat there with his mouth open. Jess had his head tilted back with his two huge paws over his face. After about what seemed like an eternity, Jess spoke. “Martin, if Linus can forgive you this, I can. But if you ever mislead him again in any way, I will pop your head like a grape. You understand?” Martin shook his head yes. Davis got up and got down on one knee in front of Martin. “And while Jess is doing that, I will be pulling your arms and legs off your body. Are we clear?” Martin shook his head again yes. Harold was back again. He seemed to just black out for a moment. “Martin, I have sympathy for you as you are a tiny guy like me, but you have to pay. I want three million from you for my Hospice Foundation for the new building I am funding.” “You will have a check tomorrow Harold” Martin was still raspy from crying. Jess then stood to his full height, smacked his huge lineman’s gut. “I’m hungry, you better have a ton of food Martin.” The rest of the night got better and better, Martin explained his new drugs for diseases and what my DNA could do. Jess and Davis lightened up considerably, they started to realize the man that gave them their titanic forms was feeding them dinner. Harold was happy he got the money from Martin to finish the Hospice, it was a project he had been working on for three years, and the money from Martin would allow construction to start. Davis and Jess were mesmerized by what my size would be. They asked every conceivable question and compared their growth experiences to what I would be going through, Martin explained mine would be same somewhat, but very intense. They were hooked. They started trying to make up nicknames for my new giant size. We laughed and drank a lot. Jess ate ridiculous amounts of food, Davis cuddled with Harold, and we all sat in front of a firepit overlooking the ocean. Finally, things seemed back to normal. At 11, the service arrived, and Jess and Davis got in like huge horses getting in a trailer, I watched the truck lower as Jess and his now 1600 pounds boarded it. I ran back to the front door, I told them I wanted to say something to Martin. I ran up the stairs, Martin was in front of the door. “Martin, I do not know how to thank you! That was an incredible performance!” “I always loved acting Linus, I was in the drama club in college. I should get the academy award for tonight.” “Well Martin, if you do not, don’t ask me to come to get you the ax, I like your rosebush!” We had a big hug and I ran back down the steps to my three best friends in the whole world.
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    Chapter 7 I just laid there on the bed trying to figure out what just happened so quickly. I will now be a freak. Laying there staring at the old concrete factory ceiling some 20 feet above me, I wondered now what I will feel when the top of my head will be only two and a half feet from it more or less. I got myself into this crazy situation by letting Martin talk me into taking a dose home, and then me trying to figure out the most plausible lie to tell my friends that I would not be colossally huge even if I took the drug. I was laying there numb. I was absolutely blank with no idea what to do. The door opened again and there was Harold with a bottle of Scotch and two glasses. He was incredibly happy. I sat up, he sat down next to me and poured me a stiff one and one for himself. We both nodded at each other, hugged and as Harold slowly took a sip, I downed mine, took the bottle and poured it till it filled the glass, then chugged that. “What the fuck was that Linus?” “I just got into a party mood Harold, let’s go join the party out there.” It came to me in an instant. I am going to act like this did not happen. I also figured out how to deal with 75. The party was in full swing, people were laughing, dancing, clowning around, and the music was great. I tapped Harold on the shoulder and told him I would get back to him, there was someone I needed to talk to. That person was out on the deck, or roof for my floor, cluttered with old patio furniture, and a collection of odd boxes that were left over from the factory days. There he was, looking out over the skyline by himself, back to me as I approached. “Hey 75, like the view?” I startled him and he looked sideways down to me and stepped back to face me and to be able to see me over his massive chest. “Yeah, it’s ok.” “Well, about what just happened a bit ago, you know I don’t care. What you did was horrifying, but I don’t care. It’s not worth the drama of getting you in trouble for it”. 75 smirked down at me. “You mean getting your boyfriend involved and we are on the same team, that drama. You don’t want him to get any blowback that would jeopardize his new career in a fucked up slow motion league.” I nodded and looked back up at him. “Yes, as usual, you get right to the point 75.” I saw Jess coming up fast. “Hey, guys, what’s going on?” Jess looked concerned. “75 just apologized for being a dick that day to me at the tryout camp, and I accepted. Jess, you did not tell me what a cool guy he is!” Jess shook his head quickly, “What?” 75 did the same thing at the same time but said nothing. I hopped up on one of the old roof boxes that brought me closer to 75’s height and his head was within reach. “Also Jess, I know he’s straight, but he is so fucking HOT! Look at his face with his surfer looks and his hair!” I reached over and ran my hands through his dirty blond hair, then grazed his cheek to feel his stubble. I knew full well that if he made the slightest move to threaten me, Jess would snap him in half right in front of me. 75 had a completely perplexed look on his face. “Uh, well, I’m gonna get a drink, and thanks for having me here Jess, I’ll see you at practice.” 75 turned and as he turned, I jumped down and smacked his huge muscular ass. He spun around fast. He said nothing, but the look was worth it. He hesitated for a moment, then walked away. Jess cocked his head, looked down at me. “What the living fuck was that?” “Nothing, Jess. He’s really a nice guy, and sensitive too!” “Are we talking about 75…er…David? He’s the most antisocial meanest motherfucker on the team. He’s a…” “Dreamboat!” I finished. The party was really swinging now, and the three muscle giants arrived with a fourth, incredibly large, but a bit smaller Willis. The three had the tightest spandex shorts that were hiked up their legs to display their mammoth junk pouches as they hung low between bloated muscular thighs of proportions that were mind-blowing. Willis came up to me. “Well, we finally meet again.” Then behind him followed the three giant meat balloons. “Hey, I know that guy, he fed me at the burger joint, hey dude!” Up I went in the air, picked up by this beast. He gave me a full-on hug; I was smothered in his pecs. Then I was passed like a party favor to the two others that did the same thing then gently put me down. “You know these guys Willis?” “That would be a yes, they are my best three clients. They are going to be in the first Giant Bodybuilding contest in Las Vegas this summer. I’m one of the main sponsors but also coach them. “Willis, you are fucking huge, but these guys, it’s another level, what are you doing to them?” In the mean-time, the three monsters started working the crowd. “Training, eating, and supplements if you catch my drift again.” Willis was crouching down now in front of me to get to my level. “Oh, that,” I said. “Well Linus, not THAT, but a new that. Van Semec is giving me some new stuff and it’s blowing these guys up like balloon animals”. I thought wow, Martin really has his tiny hands in everything. I am starting to realize he’s quite the operator. Willis pilled a giant chair up from behind him. “So, when are we going to go out and have a proper date and intimate evening?” “Willis, I promise we will, but things are very complicated for me right now, and just give me about a couple of weeks and you will have all my attention, I promise” Willis reached over and pulled me in. Fuck he was strong! Then he gave me the hottest kiss on the neck. I pulled up a reg chair and we talked about our lives in general. It was wonderful even with the loud party and craziness going on. Our conversation was interrupted ten minutes later with an impromptu muscle show by Willis’ three muscle guys. They stripped off their skin tight spandex shorts to reveal posing suits and were in the middle of the room with a big audience. They were going through their posing routines. Willis got up to go over and just make sure that they did not get too crazy. I was watching too, and then Davis and Jess loomed up behind me. “Jesus! Look at the fucking hogs on those guys! I’m 12’ tall and they are bigger than me in the junk department! What the fuck are they on?” Davis blurted out. “Jess was in a trance, then just staring at them, and said to Davis and me, “That biggest one there? He’s going be mine!” Things settled down after that, it was finally 4 am when the last people left. Willis lingered and felt me up again before he left. Jess was right up in the biggest bodybuilder’s face getting his info, he was completely in love. Harold and I sat down on the couch, Jess and Davis flopped in the larger one. Harold was still drunk, as was I, but he was excited almost giddy. “Linus, Davis and I have something to tell you!” He then got up, went over to Davis and Davis spread his muscular giant thighs and Harold inserted himself in there and Davis enveloped him with his arms. He looked like a tiny stuffed toy there. “Ok, what is it?” I asked as I poured another tumbler of Scotch. “Davis is moving in with me!” I gagged on my drink. “The fuck you are! What is going on?” Davis in his deep sexy voice explained. “Harold and I just hit it off the last couple of weeks. We want to be a couple. I love him and he loves me. So, we want to be together as much as possible.” I looked at the positions they were in. Harold was surrounded by Davis’ mass. “This is awesome! This is the best news! But Jess, I’m worried about you? Are you upset about this?” Jess, drunker than a skunk, and massaging his planetary gut answered. “No! This is awesome, and it’s not like I won’t be a frequent visitor to their place if you know what I mean. I am so happy for them!” “Ok,” I said. I have had a night, and I am going to bed. You, Harold, can go play now on your giant jungle-gyms, you little monkey, but keep it down.” “Yes DAD!” all three replied.
  15. RR1

    Unwilling

    Chapter 6 I could not get the drug out of my head. I thought about it constantly. It was there in my bathroom hidden in the back of the vanity drawer. A small sealed vial the size of an eyedropper bottle with a clear blue liquid. I painted, Davis went to work, stopped by to fuck Jess pretty much every night, Jess went to the gym, ate and ate, and ate some more. Harold spent the afternoons with me, then Davis and Jess later in the evening. Two weeks passed, and Davis came home a happy giant. "Made the team buddy!" Our season starts in March after the tiny guys' football season, so its money coming in and eating and working out from now until then! He plopped in his natural area; the couch creaked even more than usual. I put down my paintbrush and went over the ever-expanding Jess to hug him. I wrapped my arms as far as I could around his now ridiculously large lineman’s gut. I laid my head against his planet-sized stomach. "I am so happy for you buddy! I am!" He was warm and cuddly. “So, you won’t mind if I ask you a favor then since you are in a good mood?” He looked down at me with puppy dog eyes. “Stop that! You know…ok whatever it is, do it, big lug!" I did not have the energy to get the details from him, and besides, I had a painting to finish. “We are going to have a party! Don’t worry, my first paycheck will pay for the food and booze, but it will be the football team and their girlfriends and wives! I am so glad you are ok with it!” Jess was on a cloud. Now that I had to look forward to that this Saturday night, I started to think where I could put all my paintings as the place will be trashed. Another 30 pounds of pre-made meals from a delivery service later, Jess was snoring on the couch. I decided to take a walk. There was a close burger joint so I went in. It was quiet, not many people there. I sat down three tables from a giant table. They were higher, more substantial and the chairs were bigger and sturdier also. A nice guy came over and took my order; I started reading the news on my phone. After my burger was brought out, three giants came in and sat down at the giant table. They were all 9 feet and about 1200 pounds or so, but they were bodybuilders. All of them were like parade floats. Every muscle on them was smooth, full and massive, all popping out of their muscle shirts. Under the table, they all had sweatpants on; tight but you could see their massive cocks hanging between their legs over the edge of their chairs — huge meat slabs 2 and a half feet long and 18” inches around. The waiter, a shy reg came over, and they just told him to bring burgers and not stop till they told him. Food started coming out with three waiters helping. As soon as the plates got there, they had to angle the plates over their behemoth pecs and then would slide the food into their mouths with the enlarged utensils for giants they had. Then they would gulp down a gallon of water each, from huge bucket-like plastic tumblers. They had to negotiate the edge of the tumblers over their huge chests also. All the muscle in motion, the awkwardness of how they tried to get their muscles out of the way of each other for just getting food to their mouths, the shoveling of the food, the plates that stacked higher and higher on the table, it was a spectacle in gluttony. I was fascinated but then thought that could be me. “Hey tiny, you want to take pictures? I was rousted out of my trance watching these products of science and excess run amok destroy what had to be about 20 pounds of food each up to this time. “Uh, sorry, I just never have seen guys so muscular as you guys, I’m sorry” I looked down at my hamburger what now was a morsel to these guys. “Yup, we are the big men man! Come over here and sit with us!" I thought what the fuck, so I did. I hoisted myself up on the fourth chair. The one to my right, the largest started complaining. “Dude, my arm is so pumped now, I can’t get the food close enough. I should not have done arms and tried to eat after." He held his arm up to his mouth, but his hand was short about a foot, massive pecs and a huge bicep blocking him from getting closer. The other two started cracking up. “But I’m still hungry dudes!” What the fuck?” I was in a weird mood, so a bizarre thing came out of my mouth. "I’ll feed you.” Apparently, that was not that weird. “Hell yes, dude just start shoveling it in.” Then I picked up one of the five huge burgers on his plate and held it up over his pec shelf, and he began eating. His buddies were hysterical. "We gotta get pics of this!” Too fucking big to eat!” Sweet!” Twenty-five hamburgers later, he was full; we estimated he ate about 75 pounds of burgers. “Well my good deed for the day is over fellas, I have to leave.” They all stood up, cocks flopping in their sweatpants. “Oh, by the way, party at my place tomorrow night.” I gave them the info and left. I walked by the river and sat down. I was feeding a man that was so huge he could not feed himself because he got so pumped up. I decided that I was not going to take the drug. That was final. With a clearer head and a new outlook, I walked home and was happy. I would ask Jess and Davis if they wanted an undercarriage inspection tonight. The next day was preparing for the big party. Setting up food, renting giant tables and chairs with normal sized ones. The DJ was setting up. By 7 pm my huge loft was packed with a giant football team and their reg pals. By 10 the place was rocking. People were dancing, and it was loud. I mingled in the crowd, got introduced to Jess’ football team and their wives and girlfriends. It was fascinating to see the way the normal women handled their much larger boyfriends and husbands. I did not see Harold for a while, so I started looking for him. I went to my bedroom, on the other far side of the loft, it was the only "room" with walls and a door. I opened the door, and there was Harold on the bed. “What's the matter, Harold? Why are you in here?" “I was thinking about you, Linus. I'm scared”. I sat down next to him and put my arm around his shoulder. “Why me Harold? I'm not going anywhere". "But you are, you will be a giant. I don't want you to be a giant; I will feel like I am alone." "Harold, I decided today I am not taking the drug. I walked over to the bathroom, went in and came out with the drug vial. "Here it is Harold; I am going to throw it away." “Really?” Harold was beaming. “I would never do anything to hurt our friendship Harold. I love you too much. You are stuck with me at this size buddy.” Harold then gave me a huge hug. He was happy. “I’m going to go get us some drinks ok?” Harold then got up and left, closing the door behind him. Then the door almost opened 10 seconds later. It was not Harold. “Hi Little guy, so this is your place huh?” It was 75, the big bastard football player that Jess had plastered into the turf. "Uh yes, it is, now you can leave. By the way what the fuck ARE you doing here?" He closed the door behind him. “That’s no way to talk to your boyfriend's fellow teammate. I’m the left tackle, he's the right, so I would think you would be nicer.” "So Jess knows you are here?" He cracked his neck, "No, I just got here." He sat down on the bed, then his weight dislodged the drug vial, and it rolled right next to his left ass cheek. “Oh, what do we have here? Party drugs.?” He picked up the bottle and squinted at the little bottle label. “Van Semec Pharmaceuticals…Linus VanRanvensway, HOLY SHIT, this is the drug for you, and it's the new oral dose!” "Please give that back to me," I was now standing in front of him, but still looking up at him even as he sat on the bed. “This is very interesting. This is your dose. Why aren't you taking it?" "I’m not comfortable with being a giant. But it's none of your business, and so you need to give it back, and I need you to leave my place." "This is fucked up, Mr. Big famous artist with all the money, only six feet tall, I’m 9’6” and 1100 pounds and all I am is the world’s largest dishwasher at a restaurant and a lineman for some league that will probably fold because the guys are so huge they barely move. This is a trip.” “Listen 75…” “Dave, my name is Dave.” “I will call you 75; I don't like you. Just give me the vial and leave.” “Wait, just answer me this; what was your score, how big were you going to get on this?” I looked him in the eyes. “75…8’ Happy now?” He started laughing, “8’… a fucking dwarf, maybe there is justice in this world.” “Fuck you!” I blurted out. His eyes turned into the angriest eyes I have ever seen on a human. In one move he had me on the bed, his massive thighs pinning my arms up, his huge ass on my torso. “I’m going to be a nice guy. I won’t put all my weight on you and crush the fuck out of you. But bad little guys need their medicine!” He pinched my nose with his idiotically big fingers, and with his other hand popped off the safety seal of the vial. "Take your medicine; it's good for you." His hand was so large he easily pried my mouth open and with his thumb and index finger poured the vial in my mouth. Then he held my mouth shut. How odd. Martin gave the drug a grape bubblegum flavor. He worked my throat to make sure I drank it. “There, all better now!” He got off me, stood up stretched, then went out the door. I just stayed on the bed, looking at the ceiling, the music outside my room blaring.
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