HIERONYMUS: Part Two

[just_another]

Okay this part's a lot shorter and there's no real growth scene, just a bit of self-worship and clothes stuff I included. However it does move the story along nicely and sets the scene for part three, which I should be putting on later today. Enjoy!

HIERONYMUS

PART TWO: DISCOVERY

Samuel lay aghast on the bed, for what seemed like several minutes, as the curtains wafted from air blown through the open window. He couldn't believe any part of what he'd just experienced. He knew in his mind that it was all nonsense. However, the nonsense of it all was too much not to indulge in, even if he should wake up at any minute. He needed to see his new body in full. He jumped off of the bed and headed for the door, before grasping the handle. Before he had even realised it, the door had been ripped off of it's hinges. He yelled in suprise; he had not known he would harbour this much strength. Even for a man of the size he was now, the strength was expotentialy more than he should have. Mentally noting to be more careful from now on, he thundered to the bathroom, where a large mirror resided.
The man that greeted him in the mirror was unknown to Samuel but was definitley someting to be admired. He raised his newly-muscled arm to the mirror, hoping that his reflection would do the same, to prove it's reality. It did. He raised both arms, at his sides, and curled his forearms round, striking a perfect pos in the mirror that made his biceps swell so much, he feared they might burst. He was still naked from his encounter with Hieronymous, and considered attempting to get dressed. He returned to his bedroom and began to search for some clothes that might fit. The only things he could find were a pair of large, elasticated boxers shorts that barely contained his throbbing dick, and a large white t-shirt that creaked painfully as it was streched over Samuel's Herculian physique. Now that he was dressed, and had had time to admire his changes further, Samuel thought it time to learn more about the man called Hieronymus. He began by collecting the literiture he had used to cast the ritual, as he ascertained that this was most likely what had caused the mysterious magician to appear. As he began to flip through the dusty, leather-bound tomes and encyclopedias, his mind wandered back to Hieronymous; first on his appearance but then onto what he had last said to Samuel.

But soon, I shall go by a very different name...

Hieronymous' deep, echoing voice still resounded in Samuel's mind; casting ripples on his memories. He simply couldn't understand what this being had referred to. The books weren't helping. Samuel tossed them aside angrily, causing them to collide loudly with the wall, owing to his newfound strength. He considered trying the internet, but something at the back of his mind told him that would lead nowhere. Whatever Hieronymous was, he was ancient and would predate the internet completley, and any information gathered on there would most likely be sketchy and erroneous. Growing ever more frustrated, Samuel left the bedroom again, this time heading downstairs to the television. Flicking it on without crushing the remote in his large, vice-like hands was no easy feat; but the precision he had was beginning to grow too. He idly surfed channels; but whatever he selected to watch it seemed all channels were showing the news. Desperate for some distraction, Samuel decided to watch the news report. Reports from the front line again, humanities latest war with itself. Samuel was cynical of the mass media, he felt it glorified war while at the same time exaserbating it. He watched the footage of gunfire and tanks without relish, that is until he saw a figure he recognised. Hieronymous was suspended in air, though he stood on no platform and were hung from no wire. His suspension, Samuel knew, was caused by something beyond this world. He has being shot at, by what seemed like a thousand soldiers, police officers and others, but the bullets either did no damage to him or never reached him at all. Samuel couldn't quite make it out on the television set. What he could make out, however, was Hieronymous' futile efforts to communicate to his attackers. He was talking, not shouting or screaming at them, but talking as if giving a speech or lecture. Samuel couldn't hear what he was saying over the reporter's innane announcements and desperatley desired to know what Hieronymous was attempting to communicate. He wanted to be at Hieronymous' side, the man who had granted him so much power... He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he was many miles away.
Samuel stood in an enormous room, but one that was well-lit by fifteen foot, gothic-looking windows that were flanked by indigo-coloured curtains that hung elegantly to the floor. The walls were covered in grey stone, or brick, that gave the room the feeling that it were inside a vast, ancient castle. The only piece of furniture in the room was an enormous bed, that looked as though it belonged to a giant. A four poster, it's drapes the same colour as the curtains but it's sheets black and silken, the bed was simply a work of art, a masterpiece. As Samuel stood amazed by the spectacle of the room, he did not notice Hieronymous standing next to him.
'You think it'll be big enough for you?'
The words startled Samuel back to reality. He turned to face the man he had wanted to be with so much, the universe seemed to have granted his wish.
'Hieronymous...' Samuel uttered, knowing little else of what to say.
'I am the one who brought you here, don't worry. To be honest, I'd like to explore the gift I gave you much more closely, preferably on the bed.'
Samuel just couldn't say no to this man.

[philat99]

I finally caught up on some reading. Your story is enjoyable and I'm looking forward to chapter 3.
Mike