growth Tasent: I

[blazefiresabre]

This was story DPhoenix has commissioned me to do. English wasn't his first language and asked me to write a story around his OC; Tasent, but I don't think he gave himself credit, he was creative and eloquent in writing fiction.

 

Anyway here is part one.

 

Thanks to Greggrth and his red pen.

 

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He left his bosses office more furious than he went in. He heard the quiet click as the door behind had slowly closed. As Tasent stepped out, he scanned the room. Everyone had got on with their work, in sea of white shirts, but a few, the small handful he was working with, tried to look up and gauge the outcome from his reaction. 

 

The boss just berated him for the best part of twenty minutes, the pure hypocrisy, being yelled at and abused about how he should and shouldn't speak to his co-workers. Aggressive and verbal, everything he criticised Tasent for having just done, and he was doing it himself.

 

Speaking of co-workers; they still tried to sneak in a glance, at the corner of their crocked glasses or raising their heads above the cubicle. He didn't want to give them the satisfaction of an answer. He wanted to calmly walk out but the adrenaline was saturated in his veins. His muscles were ignited by the flowing streams of testosterone, he felt he could run through the tables and walls, knocking them all aside and into pieces as he escaped the grey and beige nightmare. But he didn't. He held back the urge and the rational part of his mind was thankful.

 

He clenched his fist, one deep breath, and walked. He  walked at a brisk pace, struggling against his commands the muscles in his legs pounded down the office space between cubicles. Reaching the door, he restrained his hands, so ready and powered to push the wood and glass panel off the hinges and cross the hall, but his mind was slowly taking back control. Gently he open the door and left.

 

He wasn't fired, but he wasn't going to give the whole office the satisfaction of knowing their gossip mongers had got the wrong end of the stick. 

 

Charging into the men's bathroom he took a moment, slamming the door with him palm so hard the tiles the handle had hit, cracked against the wall. He honed his senses; that animal side of him which would scout for prey. No sound or sight of anyone else about, good, he thought. 

 

He paced up and down, blood still boiling and trying to suppress the urge to roar in anger, but that would only give in to the other co-workers; ‘the competition’, more ammunition. Roid rage, they’d accused, whispering quietly amongst them, and tarring Tasent's name with doubt and suspicion. He could see where that came from though. Two days away from the full moon, and he had a temper, an aggressive drive to hunt and conquer, even kill and harm, for hunger and for dominance, as a predator and an alpha male. In the mirror his shirt clung to his body as a second skin, as his body grew under the bright moon every night, everyone wouldn't wonder how he would come into the office the next day with an extra 30 pounds of muscle ready to burst out from beneath the stretched fabric. He took a moment to admire that, he tensed his pecs, seeing in the mirror the shirt strain and struggle to contain. He lent in close against the counter, taking a moment to enjoy the new mass, he tensed his body, flexing every muscle, seeing the shirt struggle as his pecs, shoulders and neck flared bigger. His fingers clamped tightly against the marble surface, the beast roaring and ready to roam.  

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This story's off to a great start, I can't wait for more!! 

[blazefiresabre]

Thanks, hopefully if received well will carry on :-)

[leathermuscle]

Thanks, hopefully if received well will carry on :-)

it is revived massivly well please keep going