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At this stage even a nuclear reactor can only temporarily quench Chuck's thirst for more power, more muscle.

After all the reactors on this planet has been drained, Chuck's next target: the Sun

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3 hours ago, shizumaru said:

At this stage even a nuclear reactor can only temporarily quench Chuck's thirst for more power, more muscle.

After all the reactors on this planet has been drained, Chuck's next target: the Sun

Funny you mention nuclear power plants... ;)

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7 minutes ago, spacevlad said:

Funny you mention nuclear power plants... ;)

Can't wait for the next chapters

More gains, more muscle, more destruction

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Workers at a local nuclear power plant are terrified to discover an insatiable new customer, Chuck, who drains the plant for every drop of energy he can find.

Three chapters left after this one!

 

Chapter 14

 

The night shift engineers at the Monticello Nuclear Generating Plant were in a panic. There had been wild readings all evening about power outages and sudden surges on the power grid followed by everything going dead in localized areas. It was unlike anything they had seen and left everyone baffled.

 

Todd looked at the main board, a series of huge high-def TVs that showed an overlay of the entire local power grid. It had flashing red lights on several areas, namely around the northwest suburbs of the Twin Cities. There seemed almost to be a pattern to the lights, as they ones that had gone out first were in the suburbs themselves and subsequent outages were farther out, heading in a line out of the city.

 

“Greg, what do you make of this pattern?” Todd said, rolling his desk chair over to Greg. Greg was on his fourth cup of coffee that evening, as they had been scrambling all night to try to get the system back online to no avail.

 

“If it were a storm I’d say it was a tornado or something knocking out power lines and transformers, but there’s no severe weather within hundreds of miles,” Greg said, sighing. “It’s not even moving with regular weather patterns.”

 

Todd leaned back in his chair. “You think it’s vandals? Something like that? Terrorists?”

 

Greg scoffed. “Ha, what would they be doing here in Minnesota? If they wanted to hit something, it would be bigger than a strip mall in Maple Grove.”

 

“Yeah I guess so… but, what do you make of this line?” Todd said, pointing back to the big screen. “Some sort of power surge? The pattern is headed… well… closer to…” Todd trailed off, realizing the pattern of outages was headed right towards them.

 

Suddenly the lights flickered in the control room and something seemed to shake the whole building. Workers gasped and looked around nervously. Todd looked down at his console and he could see a spike in the energy usage right here at the plant.

 

“Now what?” Todd groaned, and then the alarms went off in the building. It usually only went off for drills in case of an emergency at the plant, like an overload or…a meltdown. Todd and Greg looked at each nervously and started moving to the exit, quickly.

 

More lights flickered and the ground shook again and again as they made their way outside to the evacuation point. To Todd’s surprise though, as soon as they got outside, everyone was just standing around in front of the doorway, looking up, gasping and yelling.

 

Todd looked up, blinded for a moment by the dawn light coming from the east, and couldn’t believe what he saw.

 

A man, a giant, massive, half-naked hulk of a man, towered over the parking lot, his hands on the power lines connecting the power plant to the control building, electricity arcing all across his enormous body. He was twice as tall as the 3 story control building, his body covered in dense, thick, powerful muscle. He was shirtless, and his torso steamed in the cold morning air. He was groaning, a thundering rumbling sound, and his eyes and veins strangely glowed an intense neon blue. He was wearing a massive U of M hat and tight-fitting athletic shorts that only went halfway down his thighs, and huge, heavy-looking work boots dug into the parking lot.

 

As Todd watched, the giant adjusted his weight, a massive boot moving to broaden his stance. The boot, which had to be 10 feet long, came down partially on a parked car and crushed it, glass and metal scattering out from the impact, the entire front half of the car disappearing. The giant’s huge thighs twitched and tensed with muscle and he seemed to focus more on the power lines. How he wasn’t getting electrocuted was anyone’s guess.

 

Greg pointed up at the giant and yelled, “My god, I think he’s growing!”

 

Todd turned to Greg, then looked back at the giant, and Todd noticed for the first time that his boots were inching longer, grinding up concrete and creating mounds of debris as his feet grew. The giant was now a little more than twice the height of the building; it seemed to only come up to the hem of his shorts now. He bent over more to reach down to the power lines, which at this point only came up to his knees. Golden hair covered the musclebear giant, and a funky jock BO permeated the air. A tremendous bulge jutted out from the giant’s shorts, seemingly bigger as he expanded. Todd could even hear a stretching, crunching, popping sound over the dim of people yelling and the hum of electricity. The giant was actually growing!

 

“We gotta get out of here,” Todd said and he took off for his car, which was in the direction of the monstrous giant.

 

The broad-shouldered giant grunted and suddenly the line connecting to the control building exploded in a shower of sparks and went dead. The giant stood to his full towering height and stretched his new, bigger muscles. He was thick, bulky, and powerful-looking, like a strongman and an offseason bodybuilder combined. Todd looked up and the giant grinned and then brought his fists together in a most-muscular pose. He flexed his huge torso, muscles quivering and pulsing, his torso steaming.

 

“YEAH,” the giant boomed, and then took a step towards the parking lot, right towards Todd. His boot crunched down on another car and then another as he moved to the middle of the parking lot.

 

Todd ran to his car, unlocked it—which was tricky, because the whole thing bucked up and down a couple times as the ground shook from the approaching giant—and got in. In his rear-view, he saw a huge leather boot, and then another suddenly appeared, closer, right behind him.

 

The giant growled, a deep bassy rumble that was way too close for comfort for Todd. Todd started his car and put it in reverse, pulling out and then shifting into drive, and sped forward—

 

And crashed right into a giant leather boot that suddenly smashed down in front of him. His car crumpled and the airbags went off. Todd yelped and groaned as he was jostled around, and then panicked as his car started teetering down into the impact crater that the boot had created. He scrambled to open the door and climbed out just in time.

 

He looked up and the giant wasn’t even paying attention to where he was stepping. He seemed focused on something else, but on what Todd couldn’t tell. Suddenly the giant raised his arms, the bulk of his torso towering over Todd, and the giant’s eyes once again glowed an incandescent blue. He flexed, his mighty arms and shoulders bulging with muscle, and he boomed, “MORE!”

 

Suddenly arcs of electricity burst out of every car in the parking lot, surging up towards the flexing mountain of muscle looming over Todd. Todd yelled and flinched backwards as the hot crackle of electricity surrounded him. Arcs of power streamed into the giant from all over the parking lot, and the giant hummed with pleasure. Todd looked up and could tell he was growing even more, could hear and see the giant boot in front of him scraping along the ground as it grew longer and heavier and taller. The huge bulge grew in giant’s tight shorts even more.

 

Todd moved to run away from the giant, who was still flexing and draining all the power in the parking lot, but when he went to run his legs faltered underneath him. He suddenly felt weak and tired, cold and numb, and he couldn’t explain why. He felt a tugging from above him, like weights pushing down on him, and suddenly he couldn’t bear to stand. He collapsed, and felt his body grow weak and tired. He looked down and his clothes seemed to fit him loosely. He groaned and what came out of his mouth was a weak, high-pitched whine. Before he understood what was happening, he blinked out of existence.

 

Meanwhile, Greg and the other engineers looked on helplessly as their cars were drained of power, the massive giant slurping up electricity like a milkshake. After about thirty seconds the monster stopped flexing and the arcs of power disappeared. He stood back to his full height and he was clearly even larger than before, taller and broader, muscles harder and heavier-looking. He sighed and then looked over towards the group, past them actually, towards the power plant itself. A huge grin spread across his chubby face, the thick red beard and rosy cheeks contrasting with the ice blue eyes and blond eyebrows. He suddenly started towards them.

 

“Run!” Greg yelled as everyone scrambled to move. The giant moved with terrible speed, his massive, long, thick legs covering ground quickly, crunching the concrete of the parking lot, creating earthquakes that shook the trees nearby. He moved fast and stomped down right into the middle of the crowd of people.

 

Greg dove out of the way, just in time to dodge the boot that crushed anything below it. Greg covered his head as debris rained down around him. The giant hadn’t even noticed they were there, Greg realized. Greg looked over, the treads of the boot thicker than he was, and watched as the boot whooshed up in the air and came down dozens of feet away, crashing down closer to the power plant itself.

 

Greg got up, trying to ignore the carnage the giant had left behind, and followed the giant, watching what he would do. His broad back was just as muscular as the front, traps bulging high and merging with his thick neck, wide lats pushing against his beefy arms, a huge round squatters ass bouncing up and down with every step. Finally the giant stood in front of the plant, taller than the buildings but only coming about halfway up the 150 foot tall stacks that towered over the rest of the facility.

 

The giant grunted, hummed, and sniffed, like he was searching for something. He shifted around and looked and looked, then squatted down, his leather boots creaking, and then finally sat, his enormous rump shaking the earth, spreading wide across the snowy ground next to the plant.

 

Suddenly the monster shoved his arm into the middle of the main reactor building, pushing in deep and reaching for something. His huge fist easily broke through the concrete exterior, to Greg’s horror. Greg could see the giant reaching around inside for something.

 

The giant found whatever he was looking for, because he suddenly boomed, “YEAH, LET’S GROW!” Greg felt the hairs on his head stand up as the giant tapped into the power plant and started draining.

 

A massive surge of power erupted into the giant, flowing into the muscle bear titan, causing his whole body to glow blue. Greg and the other workers had to shield their eyes as bolts of power danced around the giant, arcing electricity snapping and crackling before disappearing into his body. They could feel the heat of the radiation blasting out of the plant. The giant swelled bigger quickly, sucking in energy as his massive body expanded bigger and bigger. Taller, thicker, broader, heavier… his ass sank deeper into the ground as he absorbed more and more power. His lats spread wider, traps and shoulders bulking up into a mountain range of muscle, red-blond hair growing thicker on his back and shoulders.

 

The giant leaned his head back and sighed, plumes of steam rising into the cold winter air as his body continued to grow. His back muscles bulged out thicker and bigger, fighting for space as he expanded, pushing his arms out wider. His groaning grew deeper and louder, like thunder. Parts of the building started to break and crumble around him as he grew and grew.

 

As the giant continued to grow, Greg and the others escaped. A few minutes passed as the group of survivors started down the road, searching for vehicles that still had power. Greg heard debris falling around the plant and felt the ground shake and he looked back. He gasped as others turned to see.

 

Rising up out of the wreckage stood the giant, towering over the entire structure. The smokestacks didn’t even come up to his waist now, and he looked wider, thicker, and stronger than before. He stood to his full height and stretched, and even Greg could hear the joints, tendons, and muscles popping and groaning as they adjusted to their new size. The giant brought an arm up and flexed his mountainous biceps. He admired the hard, round peaks and grinned. He brought a hand to his face, feeling his thick red beard and adjusted his weight. The ground shook under Greg’s feet, and people started crying, afraid of the power this titan wielded.

 

The giant took a deep breath, expanding his colossal chest, pecs swelling out covered in dense red hair, then sighed, steamy breath rising into the air. He looked down at the destroyed plant and smiled, then admired his own chest, flexing and bouncing his pecs as he smiled wider.

 

Greg watched as the giant reached down and squeezed the titanic bulge in his shorts, then reached into his shorts and cup the massive jockstrap-bound package inside. The giant leaned over and flexed, his pecs rippling his size, his gut pressing down on to the bulge in his shorts and he roared, a thunderous, terrifying sound that echoed for miles. The giant looked down at the power plant, lifted up a massive boot, and stomped down, crushing it and shaking the ground. When he was done, he looked towards the horizon, towards the city to the southwest, the light of dawn casting shadows across his body. A wicked smile spread across his face. He adjusted his hat, the U of M on the logo looking like a billboard, and started walking, inexorably heading in the direction of more power.

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Flashing forward a few months, Chuck continues his apocalyptic drive for more power. He is confronted by the military, who go all out trying to stop him, but only ends up making him stronger...

 

Chapter 15

Chuck was hungry. He couldn’t remember the last time he didn’t feel ravenous, starving, didn’t feel an overwhelming hunger that prevented him from focusing on anything else. He had lost track of time since he had started growing REALLY big, since he had tapped into power lines and power plants and anything else that he could drain for more. He knew that he hadn’t slept for a long time, maybe weeks, maybe months, but he didn’t need to sleep anymore as long as he had a constant flow of power.

 

Chuck was making his way along a big river, probably the Mississippi, he thought, and was heading south… or more to the point, he was heading towards the strongest power source he could sense in the distance. He smashed his boot into the ground, the treads sinking several feet deep under the weight of his tonnage, the earth shaking for miles around.

 

He wasn’t sure just how big he was now, but the tip of the Willis Tower in Chicago had only come up to his chin before he fucked it apart last week. That was after he had cleared out Chicago and drained it for every drop he could. He wasn’t sure how heavy he was, but in Chicago the ground collapsed under him, smashing up sewer, power, gas lines, everything. It was kind of a mess, but he didn’t care as long as he got to drain more power and grow.

 

He looked down and watched the greenery below him wither up and turn yellow, then brown, then white as he approached in a wave of devastation. He had learned that power lines and people weren’t the only sources of energy around. The land itself—the grass, the trees, every living thing around—was full of energy to consume, and consume he did. Chuck’s veins and eyes always glowed blue now as he constantly absorbed life from the ground around him. He left behind swaths of chalk-white barren nothingness where ever he walked, clouds of brown-white dust billowing behind him a cloud. As winter had turned to spring and into summer as he cleared out the Midwest, there was more for him to consume.

 

He didn’t care. All he knew was he had a constant trickle of power flowing him, feeding his desire for more size and power. And that made him feel good. Strong. Big!

 

He looked down over the expanse of his massive body. He was packed and swollen with muscle and beef all over, like an overfed strongman. His shelf-life chest swelled out in front of him, broad and heaving with muscle, covered in dense copper-colored hair that curled into rings. Beyond that was his turtleshell gut, a massive fat ball belly that jiggled as he walked but was rock-hard and dense with muscle. He shrugged his shoulders and adjusted his arms, which stood out at an angle as his massive tris and lats fought for space. His delts were globes of pure beef, and his traps had long since consumed his thick neck; it was all just rock hard muscle now.

 

He tensed his right hand into a fist and watched the blue glowing veins shine brighter and watched his huge forearm tense, muscle bulging out and rubbing against his bicep. Oh, his bicep. He raised an arm and flexed as he walked, admiring the mountainous peak. A thick vein throbbed along the huge round peak. He flexed harder, and the entire thing rose up higher and bigger, hundreds of feet around. He reached down with his left hand and squeezed his massive cock, which was always either at half-mast or rock hard depending on how much energy was flowing into his body. His quads rubbed against each other as he stomped, creating some intense chub rub that had worn away the hair from his inner thighs. His ass danced up and down rhythmically as he walked, the earth shaking under his tonnage. His foot rose into the hair, swooshed forward impossibly fast, and then smashed down, creating boot-shaped craters that crushed anything underneath—cars, buildings, roads, dead trees—and made structures crumble from the shockwave.

 

As he followed the river farther south, a city rose into view in the distance. He could see a big archway and some tall buildings. It was St. Louis. Chuck’s stomach growled, both because he needed more energy to fill his body with more muscle, but also because he remembered how good the barbeque was there.

 

In front of the city though, was an army, miles away. Chuck had been dealing with the military for months now and at this point pretty much ignored them. They were absolutely powerless against him. Early on he had some uncomfortable run ins with tanks and missiles and fighter jets, but his body quickly adapted to even the most devastating weapon. The nanos had made his skin impenetrable and burn-proof; his lungs could filter out any kind of gas or toxic substance; he was too big to be stopped by barriers or nets; and of course, any energy-based weapon only fed his insatiable growth. Chuck continued forward towards the city, his anticipation growing along with his huge dick.

 

A single missile rose up from the collected forces. It rose up high, and then started heading right towards him. Chuck just grinned and ignored it; one little missile couldn’t do a thing against him. He watched it get closer.

 

Suddenly fire consumed everything around Chuck, and a heat more intense than anything he had felt engulfed him. A shockwave slammed against him, and he fell backwards, his huge ass slamming against the ground. His body was ravaged against the immense blast and intense heat, his skin peeling away in layers, his body disintegrating. He screamed, a booming thunderous rumble that echoed for miles. Bright white light surrounded him. He was dying!

 

In the far distance, the generals watching cheered as the mushroom cloud engulfed the terrible giant. It had come to this; their last resort against the apocalypse.

 

Chuck felt an energy from inside him pulsing, throbbing, spreading out through his body. The nanomachines were adapting to the attack, stitching his flesh together, raising his heat tolerance, hardening his body. Chuck sat up, and adjusted his weight, and got to one knee. His mind was overwhelmed, fractured by the pain and heat and radiation that wanted to tear him apart. But deep down he was still just hungry.

 

As the fire and nuclear radiation surrounded him, Chuck realized it was all just energy being released. Surrounding him, trying to destroy him. But instead of destroying, Chuck would put that power to another use.

 

Chuck reached out and then flexed, focusing on drawing in as much power as he could. His entire body closed a neon blue, brighter than the sun. The fire and radiation blasting out from him stopped, swirling and roiling, and then inexorably started flowing back towards Chuck. His body fully healed and adjusted to the nuclear fire, Chuck rose to his full height, still engulfed in the mushroom cloud.

 

The generals gasped as something was happening to the immense fireball in the distance. Instead of exploding outward, it had stopped, seemingly frozen, intense and bright but not moving… and then it started going back in towards the center. A blinding blue center glowed inside the explosion. The evacuation order was sent out. Their plan had failed.

 

Chuck groaned and flexed and started absorbing all the energy of the nuclear explosion into his giant body. It was so much energy… more than he had ever experienced. He could feel himself growing, exploding with power as the fire and radiation poured into him. He grinned then laughed, his booming laughter echoing into the distance as he grew and grew and grew. He shot up hundreds of feet taller, thousands of tons heavier, muscle packing onto his body thicker and denser. His hair grew back, thicker and redder than before, a massive ginger musclebear giant. He swelled bigger and bigger, expanding up and out, visible to all the retreating military forces miles away.

 

The mushroom cloud collapsed back into him as he rose higher than the cloud itself, swelling higher up into the clouds, taller than any structure every built. He adjusted his weight and straddled the Mississippi, his leather boot collapsing the east bank of it, the river splashing against his treads like a puddle.

 

It was a feast, and Chuck ate every bite.

 

Finally the fire and heat and pain were all gone, replaced only with the feeling of contentment and fullness. Chuck opened his eyes and assessed his new mile-high viewpoint. He was big… so big! For a moment, he finally felt at peace, finally felt big enough. He looked down, past the ash and clouds and debris all around him and stepped forward. His foot landed, and an explosion erupted from his footfall, millions of tons of giant creating a shockwave that could be felt in St. Louis, miles away. He smiled, reached down past his bulk, and rubbed his giant, throbbing cock. In just a couple strokes, it exploded, sending jets of cum spraying a mile into the distance. Chuck sighed and groaned as the cum dribbled down thousands of feet into the waters of the Mississippi.

 

Chuck grinned, for a moment having his mind to himself. He loved being so big, but he wondered if it had gone too far. He suddenly remembered all the destruction he had caused, all the lives he had absorbed, all the life he had drained away. He looked around him at the nuclear devastation mixed with the chalky white nothing he left in his wake, panicking at the apocalypse he was creating, knowing he needed to stop all of this…

 

Chuck felt the static returning to his thoughts. NO, no! He tried to shake them away, tried to hold on to himself for just a moment, trying to think of what to do to maintain his own mind, losing it as he started thinking about the immense power he wielded, the total domination he had in being the biggest and strongest, thinking about how great it would be to become even bigger, feeling more and more hungry and feeling, knowing deep down that he needed more and more and more…directives from the nanomachines that had one goal: to keep multiplying, which required a constant source of power.

 

Chuck’s eyes glazed over in a haze and then glowed incandescent blue once again as the nanomachines took control again. A mindless grin spread across his bearded face, and he looked from his mile-high vantage towards St. Louis, which looked pathetically small to him now. He sent out a pulse of energy, feeling where the power plants nearby were, and his stomach growled. His ceaseless hunger resumed, his mind controlled by the machines that used his massive body as host, and he walked, covering thousands of feet every step, unstoppable, towards the city.

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Gene, a survivor of the apocalypse happening all around the United States, drives back from a supply run only to encounter Chuck.

 

Chapter 16

 

One year later

 

Gene drove along what used to be I-95. All around him was bleak, white ash, the land itself drained of all life. The titan had moved through these parts a while back, but the land had still yet to recover. People had hope that things would return to normal when he moved on and spring came again, but as the months passed, no life returned, no crops grew, and no reprieve came from the destruction that had started 18 months ago.

 

The whole country was falling apart as news reports came in about the unstoppable giant destroying another town, seeking out new sources of power and growing ceaselessly larger. After he had annihilated the Midwest, he had systematically cleared out the entire West Coast and most of the states in the Rockies, then went south through Texas and the Gulf states, then up the East Coast. There was very little left of what anyone would recognize as advanced civilization left where he had been, and millions had died, absorbed into the giant’s ever-growing body. Scattered radio reports said he had moved his way north up to Canada, but no one was quite sure.

 

There was no reasoning or communicating with him, weapons were useless because of his absorbing powers, and he seemed to adapt to any threat throw his way because of the nanomachines infecting his body. Quite simply, he was invincible, tireless, and insatiable. Gene tried to shake the thoughts of hopelessness and fear out of his mind as he drove along. He felt exposed, vulnerable out in the open like this, even though in all likelihood the giant was hundreds of miles away, sucking up the power of some other helpless city.

 

Gene had been out on a scouting mission, visiting nearby towns to see if there was anything left of value: food, medicine, supplies. Most places had been picked bare months ago as people moved on from the barren chalky wasteland, escaping to where ever they could – north to Canada, across oceans to other continents, anywhere to get away from the slow-motion apocalypse happening all around them. Scouting was a grim, lonely task, taken up only by the bravest and most desperate. Most of the survivor group he was part of stayed put, fearing to venture out too far and sticking close to whatever low-level makeshift power supply they could muster, rationing whatever food they had left in hopes the giant would one day move on or disappear or something.

 

This time, Gene had gotten lucky. He had found a supply of car batteries, still good, the kind that provided reliable, long-ish term power. These would give people hope, give them a sense that maybe they could survive long enough to things to turn around. He sped along at 100mph, not concerned about police or anyone else on the road.

 

Suddenly he thought he saw something ahead of him, not quite sure. He slammed on the brakes as he sped closer and realized what it was. It was a massive depression, a crevice in the ground at least a dozen feet deep, spreading 60 feet wide across the road and stretching off to the sides for dozens of feet in each direction. He came to a stop just in time, right before his car careened into the deep ditch.

 

Gene got out of his car to take a closer look. This huge gap wasn’t here this morning, when he had drove south to search for supplies. He had a horrible fear that he couldn’t bring himself to even think of, but as he approached the crater, it became more and more real.

 

The crater was deep, deep enough so that he couldn’t climb out if he had fallen in, with steep walls that cut into the ground. Everything at the bottom was crushed flat, compacted, but there was a pattern at the bottom of the ditch. Ridges, bevels along the far side, lines stretching along the edges, and in the middle of the depression, a huge logo for Red Wing Shoes. It was…

 

It was a footprint. A giant footprint.

 

Gene raised his hand to his mouth and cursed, his heart suddenly beating out of his chest, and he raced back to the truck. HE had been here, recently, very recently, he was HERE, he could be here any second! Gene started the car and went off-road, trying to get around the ditch and flooring it when he managed to get around to the other side. He breathed hard and whimpered, every nightmare he had had over the last year and a half coming true, becoming too real.

 

Then he started feeling the tremors. The vibrations in his car that shook his mirrors and rattled the windows even as he sped along, flooring his car as fast as he could. The ground itself seemed to bounce and roll as he went.

 

He dared to look in the rearview mirror, and sure enough, he saw what he expected.

 

A massive, brown leather boot crushed the land behind in, still a few miles back, but big enough in his rear view to look like a building. The boot, and the foot attached to it, were 200 feet long and about as tall. Gene screamed as he saw the shoe rise up into the air, white dirt and dust caked on the bottom and falling in a powdery cloud as it did, and disappearing out the mirror… then slam back down, bigger and closer, a rumbling, booming echo filling the air like an explosion.

 

The footfall made Gene’s truck jump, but he kept driving, going as fast as he could until the engine was roaring, going 120mph, but still the tremors increased in severity, still the boots in the rear view grew larger and closer.

 

Finally one terrible quake was so severe that the truck lurched into the air, and when it landed it swerved and spun out of control until Gene crashed into the ditch on the side of the road.

 

Panicking, Gene flung the car door open and stumbled out, nearing falling. He turned and looked back.

 

The giant was just a couple miles away now. Gene started looking up, following the boot up to the massive, bulging calf muscle attached to it. It was impossible muscular, blue veins throbbing along its length, bulky and round. The muscle twitched as the giant lifted the boot into the air, swinging it forward impossibly fast, covering thousands of feet in a single step, until it came down again, an explosion of dust as a shockwave rippling across the ground and through the air towards Gene. He raised an arm to shield his face from it, and almost lost his balance in the earthquake.

 

Gene froze in terror. He looked higher, past the knees and massive quads, so thick and beefy that the muscle hung over the kneecaps, centering on the tremendous bulge in the skin-tight athletic shorts. Above that, a massive, round, bulging gut swelled high into the air, jiggling with every movement of the giant, but ridged and hard with thick blocky abs poking through. Massive fists hung down from thick forearms, covered with copper-colored hair and throbbing with blue veins. Above that, rounded upper arms bigger than aircraft hangers bulged, round peaks of biceps pressing against the giant’s flanks, triceps swelling out to the sides impressively. The giants pecs were broad and heavy-looking, thick and fleshy, covered in thick red hair, and bouncing as he stepped even closer. Gene couldn’t see the giant’s face, as his shoulders and head were obscured by clouds.

 

Wind whipped past in a blast of white dust as the giant stepped closer. Just the act of him walking produced huge whooshing gusts of wind. The two mile tall titan planted himself before Gene and the car, boots grinding deeper into the ground just a few hundred feet away.

 

Gene was frozen, transfixed by seeing the giant this close. He knew this was probably the end for him, but he couldn’t help but be amazed and impressed by the monster. It was like something that had walked straight out of a Greek myth, towering over him like a titan.

 

A deafening, booming rumble echoed from on high, unintelligible and so loud Gene reflexively covered his ears and yelped. The leather on the boots creaked and groaned as they compacted, and the looming frame of the giant lowered, his boulders shoulders, thick traps, and round, bearded face coming into view. Gene looked up, his mouth hanging open, and saw the glowing blue eyes and huge maroon and goal University of Minnesota hat towering above him, a huge “M” getting closer as the giant crouched down. Shoulders thousands of feet wide took up his entire field of vision, and the air was suddenly filled with a ripe, musky aroma, the giant’s heady BO stink emanating from his hairy pits, making the entire area smell like a locker room.

 

The monster’s mouth opened, and once again a thunderous sound exploded from his mouth, too loud and too deep for Gene to understand. But Gene did understand the huge hand moving closer to him, which unfurled from a fist into huge fingers over 100 feet long each, thick and calloused.

 

The giant’s eyes and veins glowed more intensely and then suddenly his car exploded upwards, a brief but extremely powerful jolt of electricity arcing its way up through the air and into the middle of the giant’s palm. The titan hummed, seemingly in satisfaction, as the power absorbed into his body. The car flew into the air, then stopped as the flow of energy ceased. It careened down and then slammed into the ground, shattering and breaking in the ditch.

 

The giant’s hand closed back into a fist and started rising up, and Gene took his chance to run for it. He ran as fast and hard as he could, desperately crying and yelling, until a giant boot slammed into the ground in front of him. He was thrown back from the impact, debris from the road showering around him. Dazed, he looked up and saw two enormous fingers coming down towards him.

 

He scrambled to get up and run, but suddenly he stopped, his shirt pulled upward by something he couldn’t resist. The fingers pinched his shirt and lifted him up, so fast and so high he was disoriented, like being on a rolling coaster ride. He whooshed into the air until abruptly stopping. His stomach lurched as he was suddenly held in front of the giant’s huge, broad face.

 

Gene looked as the face of the titan filled his vision. A massive, toothy grin spread across his face. At this proximity, Gene could see the grey hairs mixed in with the red beard, could see pores and creases and nose hairs. He looked into the giant’s eyes, which, just for a moment, went from glowing blue to their natural state. Grey-blue pupils stared back at him indifferently. He heard the giant’s stomach groan, and the giant licked his huge lips and hummed in anticipation. The giant breathed in through his nose, air whipping around Gene’s hair, and then huffed out through his mouth, warm, wet breath surrounding Gene.

 

Gene squirmed around in the grip of the giant, trying to wriggle out of his shirt even, but it was no use.

 

The giant opened his mouth and spoke. The shockwave of his voice deafened Gene and vibrated through his entire body, shaking his ribcage and rattling his vision. The giant’s eyes glowed blue again, and he grinned. Gene felt a moment of tiredness, weakness, and cold and then nothing.

 

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Chuck smiled as he absorbed the tiny little man in his fingers. It was a miniscule drop in the bucket in terms of size, but every little bit counted. He turned, his feet scraping across the ground digging up a cloud of white dust, and sensed something, a power source, bigger than any he had feasted on in days. He stomach roared, and the static in his mind buzzed loud enough to block out any coherent thoughts other than a drive to consume more.

 

He lifted his massive boot, turned north, and crunched his foot down on the road below, plodding slowly but inevitably towards the power source a few miles away.

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Why not have him go to places like Three Mile Island and Chernobyl and Fukijima (spelling?)?  Then at least he could put his absorbing powers to good use by permanently decontaminating them!

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23 hours ago, GlamRockCowboy said:

Why not have him go to places like Three Mile Island and Chernobyl and Fukijima (spelling?)?  Then at least he could put his absorbing powers to good use by permanently decontaminating them!

Ah, that's assuming Chuck gives a shit about humanity! They're just food for him now...

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