growth A new kind of power source: Part 5

[goremeridian]

Almost there! One part to go. Thanks for putting up with my ridiculous macro fantasy thus far, guys! Hope you enjoy!

 

A new kind of power source
Part 5

 

The Bible tells us that Moses spoke to God at the top of a mountain.

 

Tim’s biceps put Mount Sinai to shame.

 

“WHAT DO YOU THINK?” His divine voice reverberated through the air. “THESE PEAKS AS BIG AS A FUCKING CITY YET?” He flexed the bulging mass several times, each pump of the stupendous muscle causing it to swell yet further with unbridled strength and impossible growth. Every movement, however casual, caused my flea-like form to tumble about the straining peak.

 

It was only when Tim spoke to me that I knew he remembered I was still there. 

 

I was in no danger of falling over the “side”. At full tensed glory, you could have sat a quarter of the population of Swindon on the pale, steel-hard mound. Of course, with every second that passed, that number increased dramatically.

 

There was no danger he would lower his arms either. He was having too much fun.

 

I slammed into one of the tunnel-sized veins criss-crossing the peak’s surface and rolled to my feet. Steadying myself against the hot surface of the blue, furiously-pumping wall of flesh, I tried to catch my breath.

 

“Not yet, Tim,” I gasped. “Man, I can’t believe you’re still so god-damned SMALL!”

 

“GRRRR!” He roared in response, pumping his biceps even more furiously than before. I managed to make it over to a nearby striation (this one only a small ditch compared to the canyon size of some of the others I’d nearly fallen into) and was able to wedge myself into the gap between the two unyielding walls to prevent myself from any further falls.

 

Rolling about the distended muscle was a hot experience – but I was getting pretty bruised too. And I needed a few moments to get my breath back.

 

I spat out a little blood, and a tooth. A minor price to pay for getting a chance to play on a god’s bicep.

 

I realised, for the first time, that I couldn’t even see the curvature of his arm. The pale flesh just stretched out before me, slick with sweat.

 

I had long since given up trying to stay dry. Besides, being drenched in Tim’s manliness was hardly an uncomfortable experience. Hell, by now, most of Wiltshire probably stank of MAN. I imagined people in nearby towns sniffing at the air, the women getting wet and even the straight men getting steel-hard erections as the rich, testosterone scent of muscle-god filled their nostrils.

 

I wondered, not for the first time, from how far away Tim’s muscles could be seen. Other counties? London itself? When would the French start noticing the titan swelling up across the Channel from them?

 

I couldn’t wait until the Americans caught a glimpse of him.

 

Speaking of views, the one to my left was blocked by the veiny mound. To my right, Tim’s pale flesh just went on and on into the horizon, an endless field of twitching, straining brawn that undulated with vast subterranean muscle.

 

“GRRRRRRR!” He roared again. I couldn’t see from here but I was sure that his breath parted the clouds I’d last seen clustering about his pecs, scattering cumuli across the UK with every huff.  “YOU’RE JUST NOT TRYING HARD ENOUGH TO GROW ME, SPECK. DON’T YOU WANT THIS AS MUCH AS I DO?”

 

I was sure that my desire was, if anything, stronger than it had ever been, and Tim was gaining hundreds of pounds of muscle mass every few seconds. It had taken a bit of practice but I had been able to break some small part of my mind away from the intense act of growing my friend so that I could actually appreciate his ascent into godhood. It was this part that responded to Tim:

 

“You’re questioning MY desire? I want you to grow MASSIVE. Bigger than you could ever imagine. I think it’s YOU who’s afraid to grow that big…” I noticed my voice was beginning to echo and realised the steel walls about me were starting to stretch wider and wider apart. Soon my refuge would become another canyon-like striation. “Maybe you’re just happy to be this puny, this small.” I grinned. “Maybe I should find someone else to give your device to, huh? What do you say, tiny?”

 

There was a sudden LURCH and my world tilted. I dropped out of the striation and before I knew it I was skidding across the hot, rippling surface of Tim’s bicep peak. My heart was in my mouth. I scrabbled desperately at the slick surface.

 

“PUNY?” The word tore through reality like a nuclear explosion. “I’LL SHOW YOU WHO’S PUNY!”

 

Tim’s growth had kicked into overdrive.

 

I plunged into a bead of sweat several times bigger than my house. Kicking furiously through the hot, viscous, saline liquid, my head and shoulders broke the surface. It was difficult to tell from my crooked, pathetic perspective, but I figured I was somewhere near Tim’s elbow. Only the surface tension of the water was keeping me safe from gravity’s pull.

 

This kept happening. Just when we thought we were both putting 100% of our energies into growing Tim, into cramming more and more mass onto his frame, there would be a sudden jolt like this and his rate of growth would increase. Was the source of the energy – our desire – growing too?

 

Or had we, as I suspected, underestimated the real power of the devices?

 

I glanced about me. Where once there had been an unrestricted view of a cloudless blue sky, now there was just TIM. Shit, that was one of his wrist muscles – his brachio-radialis, perhaps – bursting with rippling mass as it stretched out across the stratosphere. The bicep peak beneath the sweat droplet writhed as the titanic muscles expanded monstrously. Within minutes, his entire body mass had doubled; no, tripled.

 

“My God!” I found myself gasping, though if you asked me whether I was praying to the Abrahamic deity or to my friend, I would be hard pushed to answer.

 

I’ll go for the latter. I was filling the sweat droplet with cum from my ever-ripe balls – had been ever since he had started swelling once again – and somehow my ejaculate seemed a more fitting offering for Tim than any other deity.

 

“STILL TOO SMALL!” he thundered, even as he passed what must have been twenty miles high and nearly that in width.

 

Twenty one miles. Twenty two. Twenty three. 

 

The thing is, he was still too small.

 

In our RPs we had rapidly skipped through the stratosphere. Now our journey seemed to be taking forever.

 

I waited until one of my bouts of orgasm was over, then cried out:

 

“Oh, you think YOU want you to grow big, little man? Well your desire’s got NOTHING on mine! I’m gonna show you just how freaking big you could be – if only you really wanted it half as much as me!” I gave another couple of kicks as I trod water. “And then – I’m gonna grow you even BIGGER!”

 

The competition to see who could grow him the most, and the fastest, had begun.

 

 

*

 

 

I think there was a faint shift in ambience as we smashed into the mesosphere, though it could have simply been my imagination.

 

Part of my brain marvelled that what had once been his height – a pathetic 25 miles – was now the circumference of one of Tim’s biceps. Grossly out-of-proportion to his stature, his physique was nothing short of…

 

…of…

 

…well, pretty good, I guess.

 

The other part of my brain was obsessed with the thought: Tim was still far too small.

 

“THAT’S MORE LIKE IT, SPECK!” The god’s voice filled my world. He was still flexing his biceps furiously, but they were so monstrous – and I, in comparison, so utterly pathetic – that I barely noticed.

 

Do you notice when continents grate together? Or when the world spins?

 

“WHERE’D YOU GET TO, ANYWAY?”

 

I had lucked out. The crook of his arm was a confluence of sorts, and the bead of sweat had just grown bigger and bigger as more and more rivulets of perspiration flowed into it. The saline globe – now vast enough to flood a stadium – had gradually run around the curvature of Tim’s grotesquely swollen tricep and now hung suspended on the thickening mass of that beautiful muscle. This gave me a perfect view.

 

Glancing one way, I could see the muscles of my god broadening with more and more insane mass. Glancing the other, I could make out the cirrostrati and cirrocumuli drifting far, far below, a swirling sea of white lapping up against Tim’s thickening calves.

 

Logic told me that I shouldn’t be able to see anything. That at this size, at this height, Tim should be nothing more to me than a fuzzy mass, and the Earth little more than that. Yet my perspective was skewed, and I found I could make out details that should have been impossible from my perspective.

 

“I’m on your tricep, Tim!” I called out.

 

Again, he should not have been able to hear me. He clearly had no problem, however.

 

“HANG ON!”

 

The world below me disappeared, replaced with a vast, pale landscape of foothills. It was the tip of Tim’s finger.

 

Carefully he reached up and scraped the bead of sweat onto the flesh of his digit.

 

It had been some time since I was last on Tim’s fingertip. Before, its size had numbed my brain. Now, even the valleys of his fingerprints were lost in shadow.

 

It was, like the rest of him, simply incomprehensible.

 

Fifty miles. Fifty two. Fifty four.

 

Tim raised me to his face. For a moment, I saw the same cute young guy who had thrown his arms about me and ground his cum-drenched briefs into my crotch in his driveway.

 

Then he chuckled, nearly blowing me off his finger and sending me spinning endless miles to my death, and I knew that that Tim was long gone.

 

The only thing linking the two was the desire to grow.

 

“FUCKING PUNY,” he smirked, looking down at me.

 

There was no way he should have been able to see me. No way either that I should have been able to make out his entire handsome, high-cheekboned face when his nose alone was nearly twelve times the size of Ben Nevis.

 

And yet, here we were.

 

“Just like our RPs!” I yelled up at him. His grin widened. “Except usually by this time you’re a lot bigger than this.”

 

Seventy miles. Seventy five.

 

“SHAME YOU MISSED THE BEST PART. ME CRUSHING THE FUCKING ARMY. AND ALL THOSE SKY-SCRAPERS TOO!”

 

I laughed. “Nah – the best part’s still to come!”

 

“ME OUTGROWING THE UK?”

 

I shook my head.

 

“You outgrowing the EARTH, dude.”

 

 

*

 

 

He blinked. If anything, that grin seemed to widen.

 

Ninety. One hundred.

 

“YOU SEEM PRETTY CERTAIN THAT’S GONNA HAPPEN, FOR A SPECK. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU WON’T JUST PASS OUT ONCE WE HIT THE EXOSPHERE? OR THAT I WON’T JUST INADVERTANTLY CRUSH YOU?” He flexed his pecs beneath me. Like continental plates moving, the giant masses clenched into steel-hard globes of brawn. “EVEN AS I’M TALKING TO YOU, I CAN FEEL MY FEET SMUSHING THE LAST BITS OF SWINDON AND MOST OF THE SURROUNDING AREA INTO PASTE, AND I’M NOT EVEN TRYING,” he said cockily. “YOU DON’T STAND MUCH OF A CHANCE AGAINST MUSCLE THIS FUCKING HUGE.”

 

“I won’t pass out. And you won’t crush me.” I was mildly surprised by the tone of certainty in my voice.

 

“THAT AN ORDER?” He frowned. I felt a shift beneath me. There was a terrible BOOM, followed by a RUMBLE of destruction that sounded as though a mountain had decided to go for a romp across the surface of the Earth.

 

Tim had taken one step forward.

 

No, this definitely wasn’t the same guy I’d met earlier. This was Tim in full RP mode now, obsessed with nothing more than his own growth.

 

One hundred and twenty. One hundred and forty.

 

“No, not an order – a reality.”

 

A look of bemusement crossed Tim’s features. It was as though he was weighing up the fun it would be to grind me to nothing against the possibility of his growth stopping.

 

In the end, his greed won.

 

“GO ON, SPECK. OUT WITH IT.”

 

Two hundred. Two hundred and fifty. 

 

“You see, I began, I think your devices do more than just grow muscles.”

 

“HOW DO YOU ACCOUNT FOR MY MASS, THEN?” He reached up and flexed the bicep of his other arm. It swelled and swelled, stretching grotesquely huge as it filled more and more of the space between titanic elbow and seething, monstrously striated, vascular wrist.

 

“Oh, it grows muscles all right.” My mouth had gone very dry at the sight. Of course, the fact that the muscle kept growing bigger before my eyes did little to help me steady my train of thought either. “But I think it’s capable of so much more. I think it can affect reality itself.”

 

After all, it had kept me alive so far. And provided Tim with skyscrapers and an army to fight, when that should have been impossible in a town like Swindon. And allowed us to communicate, and perceive each other.

 

The list went on.

 

“REALITY?” Tim clenched his bicep into a mind-blowing monster flex as though willing it to grow even faster than before. On cue, I started cumming again as the sinewy mass expanded before me, but I fought through the orgasm.

 

“What I’m proposing is…what if we both – at the same time – stopped just thinking ‘Grow bigger, grow more muscular’ – which is taking far too long anyway, even with the occasional boosts we keep throwing at you. You’re still far too small.”

 

No sooner had I ridden one orgasm out than I was struck with another, more intense one as I began to contemplate what I was proposing.

 

“AND?” He growled, still pumping that bicep into inhuman hugeness.

 

I collected my thoughts. “And instead, just think – again, together, right at the same time – ‘Be bigger than the Earth’.”

 

Four hundred. Five hundred.

 

“BIGGER THAN THE EARTH?”

 

“Then we’ll make you bigger still. This’ll just be a test run. A testing of my theory.”

 

He lowered his grotesque planetoid of a bicep.

 

“FUCK. LET’S DO IT.”

 

And we did.

[Guest]

oh my. . . this is getting really really wild. I remember RPs like this. Got so massive once that all reality was absorbed into a growing god of muscle.

[Hanugumo]

oh my. . . this is getting really really wild. I remember RPs like this. Got so massive once that all reality was absorbed into a growing god of muscle.

Hihi, those are always the best kinds of RPs aren't they stud? ;3 <3

[Guest]

Hihi, those are always the best kinds of RPs aren't they stud? ;3 <3

Yep and always turning the black void of space into cum filled existences.

[Hanugumo]

Yep and always turning the black void of space into cum filled existences.

Yeah, and wh85e lo9ks so kuch better then black dun you think? >;P

[Danke8864]

I'm going to die if part 6 is not released! Need... More... Bad... *cries*