Titanification (three)

[Jaypat]

(one)

(two)


-three-

When I told Matt I needed to know the rest of his story, he sighed and got an expression like Christmas had been canceled. “Here,” he said indicating the remote, “punch this in.” he gave me a new code, and I put it in.

Another video started and I had to stifle a gasp. I was looking at a shirtless back, an enormous, wide, ripped and bulging, shirtless back. Was that Matt?! If it was he was way bigger than he’d been in the last video, way bigger.

It was night on the screen and the huge, muscle-ridden back was outside by the front door of some building.

“Hey Matt,” I heard a voice on the video call.

“That’s my best friend Nick,” said Matt from beside me. “He shot this.”

“Matt, turn around,” said Nick. And the mammoth back on screen turned around.

Holy crap. That big ripped kid in the tight jacket was now freakin huge. He towered about a foot over his camera man and his striated pecs were the size of soccer balls, his six pack had evolved into eight bulging muscle bricks and his shoulders were twice as broad with delts larger than a normal guy’s head. And thick lats spread out behind him like a cape.

“Hey Matt flex,” said Nick. “Flex for the camera!”

Matt grinned and brought up his arms into a heart stopping double bi. Fuck, another set of soccer balls. They looked rock hard and covered in veins.

“Whoa, Matt, your fucking huge,” said Nick, “fucking huge!”

“Fuck yeah, I am,” said the Matt on the video. “Fuck yeah!”

“Pause it,” said the Matt standing beside me, and I did.

“I was two weeks into the process,” he said. “Everyday I’d get substantially bigger. And I could feel it happening, every waking minute of every waking day, like a kind of boiling vitality inside me. Sometimes I would just sit there, close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of it raging through me. I would slide my hand under my shirt and I swore I could feel my muscles just surging out of me. It got so I couldn’t wait to go to bed at night because I knew when I woke up the next day I’d be bigger, a lot bigger. I was probably about 6’ 6” when we shot this. I thought I was so fuckin huge. I didn’t know what huge was.”

I looked up at the colossus standing next to me and could almost sense Matt flexing those continent-sized muscles beneath his tee. I wanted to sneak a peek at his crotch because I had a feeling he was getting off on himself. But I didn’t dare.

“But next to Nick I was huge,” he continued. “He wasn’t more than 5’ 6”, the same height I was… before.” He nodded at the mantelpiece again and I saw another photo there. This one was of skinny Matt and some other short, skinny, dark haired kid—I’m guessing Nick. They were on some beach somewhere in swimming trunks, posing with their arms around each other’s shoulders. Boy talk about the embodiment of skinny. Both these guys had narrow, bonny shoulders, stick-like arms and legs and flat featureless torsos. And they didn’t look too happy, either.

“We were both pretty mercilessly bullied back then. This guy, Crosby, you’re about to see was one of the worst. He had this game he’d play with us. He’d throw us down on the ground and as soon as we got up, he’d throw us back down again. And he kept repeating, “Why aren’t you standing? Why aren’t you standing?” Sometimes he’d so this for 15 or 20 minutes at a time. And I’m not going to lie to you, one of the main reasons I wanted titanification was for revenge. I wanted to get even, to do to them what they had done to me.”

“I guess that’s only natural,” I said.

“I tried to get Nick to go through the process with me, but he was too scared. I didn’t give up though. I had it all planned out. I figured once he saw what it did for me, he wouldn’t be able to get to Switzerland fast enough. Almost worked, too. Almost. I don’t know, though, maybe he’s better off.”

He was silent for a moment and then he said, “You can start it again. I just wanted you to be prepared.”

I hit the play button and video Matt launched into a frightening most muscular. Damn, he was so much bigger now than he had been in the previous video. Huge masses of sinew covered with throbbing veins exploded up all over him, turning his body into a veritable landscape of huge, ripped, bugling muscles. His face was the same as that wispy kid in photograph, but his body… There was no trace of stick-boy at all. There wasn’t even a trace of the muscle kid who had strutted up and down in front of his camera. He’d more than doubled in size and in only a week. His face was turning red from the effort of flexing, but he still had that grin, wide, toothy and from ear to ear. He was loving it, every ripped and bulging inch of it; that much was clear.

“Should we knock?” came Nick’s voice.

“What?” said Matt. “Hell no!” Damn, his voice had already dropped an octave. Then he brought up his fist and slammed it against the door. SPLIIIIT! CRACK! BOOM! The door not only flew open but it flew off its hinges and half way down the corridor beyond.

“Fuck yeah!” Matt roared and flexed his huge veiny arms once again.

“Alright!” shouted Nick. “Go get ‘em Matt!”

Mat grinned at the camera and then leapt through the door and thundered down the corridor. Fuck, the size of him. Already he was so big and so broad he filled that corridor; His massive back was thick with muscle, and he was so wide his giant shoulders were practically scraping opposite walls. And his head looked unnaturally close to the ceiling.

And damn, for the first time I noticed he was still wearing his school uniform pants—or what was left of his uniform pants. The waste band had snapped in several places and was peeling away from the colossal, muscle-ridden trunk it could no longer contain. The legs were in tatters. There was nothing left of the cuffs. The bottoms were just shreds of cloth, swaying around and bouncing off of the huge ripped globes of his calves. And as you looked further up, it didn’t get much better. Huge rents and tears had opened up all along the trousers’s length. The cloth had simply been torn apart, decimated by his quads, which engulfed his legs in huge masses of rippling sinew.

Nick followed Matt with the camera into the building, which was obviously a school dorm. Matt went straight to one of the doors and brought his fist up again. Bam! It connected with the door. Only this time his fist went right through it—obviously a thinner door. But that didn’t stop Matt. He pushed his arm through all the way to the elbow and then pulled back, ripping the door right out of the frame and into the corridor with him.

“Knock, knock,” he said, tossing the door aside like it was nothing, then he pushed his way into the room. Nick followed after him, causing the camera to shake as he ran behind his gigantic friend.

“Are you home Crosby?” Matt bellowed. “Oh look, you are.”

Matt was looking down and Nick swung the camera so it was facing in the same direction. There was a beefy kid reclining on the bottom bunk of a set of bunk beds. It looked like he’d been reading a text book with a highlighter in his hand when Matt had busted in. He’d looked up, his mouth had dropped open and he’d just frozen in place, just staring up at the colossus that was now taking up half his room with his ridiculously huge, ripped muscles.

“Wha… what do you want, Billingsly?” asked Crosby.

“What do I want?” laughed Matt. “What do I want? My fucking massive lats just tore out of my last uniform shirt and I was wondering if you had a spare one I could borrow.”

“Oooooooo,” said Nick. “Crosby you are so dead!”

Then Matt did a big show of looking all around the dorm room.

“Oh look, there’s one,” he said pointing to a shirt draped over a chair. He lifted it up and put his massive bulging arm into the sleeve. RIIIIIIIIP! The sleeve just shredded into tatters as his enourmous rock hard arm ripped it apart from within.

I heard Nick giggling from behind the camera. “This is too fucking awesome,” he said.

Then Matt pulled on the other sleeve. RIIIIIIIIP!

“Oh, gee, sorry about that bro,” said Matt. “Looks like my arms got a little bigger than yours.” The he flexed those mighty guns of his making his biceps swell up hard and huge.

“Yeah, they’re bigger than his arms!” shouted Nick, “Fuck, they’re bigger than his legs!”

Matt finished up by spreading his huge lats and tearing out the back of the shirt.

“Well, I’ll be fucked,” he said. “That’s exactly what happened to mine.”

Then he looked down at Crosby and scowled. “You know, Crosby, I’ve been here 5 whole minutes and you haven’t stood up. That’s kind of rude.”

“Make him stand!” shouted Nick.

Then Matt reached over with one huge, bulging, ripped-up arm and yanked the guy off his bed. Matt lifted Crosby up with one massive arm, suspended in the air in front of him, feet dangling a foot off the floor.

“Yeah! Yeah!” shouted Nick.

Matt’s grin had never been wider. “That’s better. But wait, you’re still not standing.” Then he took Crosby and threw him against the wall. There was a tremendous THWACK as the wallboard buckled behind him, and Crosby slid to the floor. He looked dazed and terrified as he stared back up at Matt.

Nick was laughing behind the camera. “Oh, Crosby, you are so screwed!” Matt looked over at the camera and grinned before turning back to Crosby.

“You’re still not standing,” said Matt, reaching down and hauling Crosby off the floor again. He picked him up and threw him against the other wall. TWACK! There went another section of wallboard. Crosby was definitely hurting as he slid to the floor this time.

“Get him again. Get him again,” said Nick.

“Holy shit!” said Matt. “You’re still not standing.” The he grabbed Crosby swung him around the room once and let him fly into the bunk beds. Crosby connected with one of the posts and SNAP it broke in two, bring the upper bunk cashing down on top of the former bully. You could hear him moaning underneath as his arm slowly crept out from underneath.

Nick was in hysterics. “Oh my God that was awesome! That was so totally awesome!”

He panned the camera back up to a grinning Matt who stood there, his massive chest heaving in and out and his brick-like abs glistening with sweat. He gave the camera a thumbs-up and then the screen went black.

“I broke three of his ribs and dislocated his shoulder,” said Matt.

“Oh… well…” I said trying to find something to say. “It sounds like he gave you a really hard time.”

“Oh he did,” said Matt. “But he wasn’t the worst. There was this guy—Tony Bensonhurst—he was the worst of all. One time he pulled up the grate and knocked me down a storm drain. He put the grate back and walked away. I was down there for two days before they found me. There was a big storm coming and the janitor was just checking to make sure all the storm drains were clear. If the storm had come and I had still been down there, I would have drowned.”

“Jesus…” I could feel him tensing up beside me. The memory obviously still haunted him. Those massive slabs of muscle were shifting and bulging beneath that fitted Tee. And at the moment I was very glad my name was not Bensonhust.

“I finally cornered him in the cafeteria about a week after Crosby,” Matt continued. “I have it on video, too, but I won’t make you watch it. At that point, I was over 7 feet tall and weighed about 500 pounds. I was intoxicated by my own body. Everything I had was massive and ripped. I took one of my old tees and stuck my arm up through the bottom and out through the neck. A single flex and my massive bicep ripped out the chest. One twist of my wrist and my iron forearms tore out the neck. My arm was officially bigger than my torso used to be, and I was still getting bigger.

I was pretty high on life. I had been beating the crap out of my tormentors for over two weeks now, and getting away with it. The same rules that had once protected them now protected me. Life was sweet for the first time in years. Nick had even started the Titanification application process and gotten as far as the genetic test.

“The cafeteria where I finally caught up with Bensonhurst was a small one-story building at the edge of the campus. He must have been expecting me. I mean, how could he not have been? I’d already put most of his friends in the infirmary and he must have known it was only a matter of time before I’d come for him. I remember shouting his name and rushing through the cafeteria toward him. Just as I got to him he pulled out a gun and emptied it into me. It was only a BB gun, but I didn’t know that at the time. All I knew is that I was bleeding and it hurt like hell. I totally lost it.

“I let out a roar that shook the building and Bensonhurst took off running. I went after him. I didn’t care what was in my way, tables, people, anything. All I could see was the scum bag who’d tormented and then shot me weaving through the cafeteria, and anything that got between me and him… was crushed.

People were screaming, running for the exit, but I was blind to them. I started picking up chairs tables anything I could lay my hands on and throwing them at Bensonhurst, trying to bring him down. I grabbed a post, ripped it out of the floor and threw it at him like a javelin. But he dodged it. I grabbed another post, tore it free and tried again. The ceiling above me started to buckle, but I hardly noticed.

I grabbed a third post and huge chunks of roof began falling in all around. I didn’t care. After I threw the post I just started picking the ceiling chunks up and using them as missiles, but that fucker was fast.

By the time I took him down the building was in ruins. The roof was entirely gone and the south wall had collapsed. I put 63 people in the hospital that day, 63—including Bensonhurst and including Nick. That poor guy never left my side with the camera—until a piece of wall fell on him. I didn’t even notice when it happened.

I could see he was upset, so I reached up and put my hand on that iron piling of a forearm and said, “You lost control and got a little carried away. For most people an apology and a hand shake would fix things. For you, it takes a little more. But that does not make you a monster. For better or worse, you’re a titan now. You have to accept who you are, because there’s no going back.”

He looked down at me for a second and suddenly started laughing. “You don’t get it, do you?” he said. “I don’t hate myself because I’m big. I fucking love being big. Look at this!” and suddenly he ripped off his t-shirt, just tore it right from his body.

HOLY FUCK! I’d thought I’d had a good idea of what lay under that shirt, but I was wrong. My most insane imaginings fell far short of the muscle perfection now revealed before me. The statue hadn’t been an exaggeration; it had been a pale imitation. He was just one gargantuan muscle after another, fitted together in perfect unison with almost no body fat at all. He was like some kind of sculpted impossible ideal, unbelievably massive and powerful and yet painfully beautiful and graceful at the same time. They say the titans were fathers to the gods. I could easily see the being in front of me being father to a god. He was beyond magnificent.

“Look at this body!” he yelled. “It’s fucking beautiful, every massive bulge of every massive muscle, and it’s stronger than fuck!”

“Feel this!” he said leaning over and flexing his massive bicep in front of me. Holy crap, it really was bigger than my upper body, maybe twice as big. Its ponderous mass was sculpted into two glorious heads with an impossibly perfect peak the size of a softball with a vein running up over the top and disappearing into his exceptionally gigantic segmented delts.

Having it so close was overwhelming. The heat of him was making me dizzy.

“Go on, put your hand on it!” he ordered.

I tentatively reached out and placed my hand on that thunderous mass. Fuck, oh fuck, it was amazing. It felt hot, smooth, curved and impossibly hard, like steel that was minutes out of the forge.

“How could I not want this?” he roared. “Look at your tiny fucking hand on my bicep. It’s like an ant on a watermelon. How could you think I’d ever want to go back to being that puny?”

“No dude, I fucking love being like this! I love towering over everyone. I love feeling all this huge muscle heaving up all over my body, going to sleep with it, waking up with it and seeing it in the mirror everyday … and the things I can do…” he clenched his fist making his mammoth arm explode with insane size and veiny hardness. “ripping down buildings is only the start…

“As for those fuckers at the school, I’m glad I put those assholes in the infirmary. I enjoyed doing it, every time they’d scream, every time they’d beg for mercy, it was bliss. And I loved destroying the cafeteria with my bare hands. I liked the terrified screams of everyone running away from me, and those 63 people, I don’t really give a fuck.

“That’s why I’m a monster, dude, not because I feel bad about what I did, but because if I had to do it all over again, I’d do exactly the same fucking thing! In fact, I wish I had it to do over again. Only now I’m about 10 times stronger. Now, I don’t think I’d stop with the cafeteria; I’d probably rip down the entire fucking school!

“So watch out if you want to be friends with me, buddy, because if you piss me off, I might just pull down your house, break you in two and not even think twice about it!” He pulled a most muscular and his already gigantic frame exploded with even more ripped bulging, veiny size.

And suddenly I was running, I tore through the house and right out the front door. I leapt into the limo and the driver didn’t wait for instructions. He just pulled down the drive and out the front gates. I looked out the rear window but this time Matt did not come to see me off.

I was completely terrified and at the same time turned on beyond belief. Man, why did I always go for the dark ones?

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[umlerian49]

Originally Posted by Jaypat

I was completely terrified and at the same time turned on beyond belief. Man, why did I always go for the dark ones?

I second that!

(he said, writhing on the floor)

[arpeejay]

Hey! This has been up for an entire hour and five minutes!! Where's the next part?!!

:-)

xoxo

Richard

[philat99]

How many irons can one man have in the fire? I can't wait for part 11 of Green Legacy, and now am hoping for another chapter here, too. Maybe a romantic turn?
Mike

[silvershadow]

hm...reminds me of my boyfriend lawl. Any who I loved that. I really did not expect him to enjoy dishing out the pain and destruction like he did. I really thought he honestly regretted his size. Bravo on this story. I wonder how this is all going to play out. I do see a Titan fight coming in a odd love triangle though. hee hee. Oh by the way I love that last line "Why do I always go for the dark ones?" That made me laugh a bit. So much for his sweet and innocent immage.

[Maverick0095875]

Ohhh yes hehehe

[anglekindle]

Another great installment.

[2bored]

Great possibilities with this piece. Good work.

[LucidDreamer]

love love love love. this is so good

[Bull]

Eh. You lost me with all the violent revenge stuff. As soon as I encounter that in a guy, he stops being a man to me, and is just an adolescent punk. It doesn't turn me on; it bores me.

[FuzzyKB]

[COLOR="Wheat"]
I like this story and one of the reasons I like it is that it takes into account the aspects of trying to live with what we ourselves create. A transformed individual brings with him the baggage of the past. If he has been abused he will retain that damage and try and compensate for it. That compensation may not always be good.

In my Group, and on another site I am doing a serialized version of a similar theme. What if it was real? What would it be like in real life if we could do this? Because I have spent quite a bit of time around competition level bodybuilders in my lifetime, I have seen both sides of the equation. I was many years ago with a very large "date" at a Palm Springs Pool Party. The fellow in a pair of trunks simply sat down on a chaise lounge at a hotel in that fair city. The lounge was simply not designed for men of his dimension and weight. Slowly as if it were a comedy the frame of that chaise lounge began to bend and over time with movement the chaise which had been expensive at one time simply gave way and a weld broke. With another date I made another trip to Las Vegas some years ago for a rather famous competition. About an hour later the date at that time did a bounce on the bed and was laughing. Again by coincidence the cheapie frame supporting the foundation broke a weld and we had to call the front desk. There are problems with cars, seat frames in cars, airline seats, theater seats, telephones, enclosed telephone booths, small stall showers, small doorways in turn of the century homes, delicate antique furniture, swimming, golf, and many other things we of more average dimension take for granted. In life there are incredible trade-offs for nearly everything. You may find more information in a thread "When being big isn't good" within this group. I have a 23 year old working toward his pro-card under my nose on a daily basis. He is 5'5" and well over 220 pounds at the end of a bulking cycle right now with arms not far from 20" flexed. I see the trade-offs on a daily basis. There are more in that there are social situations that are very "strange". We have had this one for some years. He graduated from HS at 130 pounds. The kid now bears only some minor facial resemblance to his graduation pictures. He is one big little dude I can tell you. Then there are the reactions of people around him. His quads when last measured were just short of 30" which was what his waist measurement was at HS graduation. The reactions of other people family or not, and especially initial reactions of small kids as they hide behind their parents, but once the ice is broken they consider him some kind of "super hero". He is a great kid and has a way with young kids. He can go into their world without ever talking down to them and become a part of that world. When he is finished with bodybuilding I want him to go into PT work with crippled children. He would be incredible because of the rapport he can develop in this circumstance.

If you want more on where you are going you can do some study on the life of Andre Rousimoff (better known as Andre the Giant) the wrestling superstar. His growth and size was of course the result of the disease process Acromegaly. Few know that he worked with kids, was an accomplished painter in oils, and though his size hampered many things he would have liked, he triumphed in a sense. He had refused surgery to deal with the cause of his disease because he knew he could make money from his increasing size and in wrestling his fame. It did indeed do that. In his life however he was a very gentle man who was loved by everyone who knew him.
The war of your character is not unlike that of Rousimoff who loved his size because of the money and power, but was limited in other things by the same thing that brought him joy in finance. The internal war in your characters mind is one of the most original and interesting concepts, in a long time. Again, I see an instance where some chance meeting can take this in incredible directions and even maybe eventually make you a buck down the road. You have your characters. If you want some ideas from another author do not hesitate to PM me.

I can see incredible possibilities in this story and it is one of the best you have ever written. It can go dark, but the best part is often that things can appear darkest before the dawn. In Psychiatry, you have to have darkness in order to have light, and you are there with this story. I applaud that you are looking at some of the "reality" and I also applaud your courage as an author to stray away from the simple transformation and it's erotic moments. You are writing something much more here and though I rarely comment on stories I feel this to be so good with so much potential that I must offer enthusiasm and encouragement for an incredible beginning to what may go down in MGS history.
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[Greggrth]

Wow... just... wow. I seriously cannot WAIT to see where you take this, it's just... there are no words to describe how much I love your stories, keep it up :-D

[Ender]

FuzzyKB that was a great posting...

Well we now know that it's Matt Billingsly, but "The Kid" is still nameless. We also know that Matt has had several episodes of Berserker-like rage. And his buddy Nick took delight inciting Matt's rampages, and wanted to get big to rampage with him, at least until Matt dropped a wall on the still little Nick.

I'm having trouble integrating the lonely "nice guy" Matt that is in the first chapters with the arrogant, narcissistic, sociopath that reveals himself at the end of this chapter.

A continuity issue, my impression is that Matt growth was "rapid" but not "explosive."

?Everyday I?d get substantially bigger. And I could feel it happening, every waking minute of every waking day, like a kind of boiling vitality inside me. Sometimes I would just sit there, close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of it raging through me. I would slide my hand under my shirt and I swore I could feel my muscles just surging out of me. It got so I couldn't?t wait to go to bed at night because I knew when I woke up the next day I?d be bigger, a lot bigger.

Matt and Nick attack Crosby in his room at their boarding school, when Matt is two weeks into his growth, and Nick has been following the ever expanding Matt with a video camera for at least a week. It seems unlikely that Crosby would be unaware of the new Matt and that Matt would be rampaging through the dorms in a shredded school uniform. It's a great scene visually, but I don't think you can explain the shredded uniform in the time-line. Unless Matt has been wearing it for a couple of days before the attack and that seems unlikely. [Why? The uniform would need to be large enough for Matt to put it on and then he would need to wait to grow big enough that flexing would shred it around him and that would likely be several hours minimum. Yes, I think about this stuff too much ]

Some questions I would like to see answered...

This I think is an important point to where the story is going... Where is Nick now???

Are Matt's apparent "mood swings" real, a side effect of the process, psychosis, or some attempt to test "The Kid".

After the demolition of the cafeteria, and the maiming of 63 people in that incident alone; why isn't Matt locked up somewhere??? If he is confined to his home, how was he in the store where he met "The Kid." Are the Billingslys that rich and arrogant to leave him unsupervised?

Ender

[Kit Werecat]

Just goes to show ...

NEVER feel sorry for a guy who is over 7 feet tall and can rip up buildings...

[xboy]

great capter, great!

[Jaypat]

Originally Posted by umlerian49

I second that!

(he said, writhing on the floor)

Glad you enjoyed it!

Originally Posted by arpeejay

Hey! This has been up for an entire hour and five minutes!! Where's the next part?!!

:-)

xoxo

Richard

Next part is coming soon.

Originally Posted by philat99

How many irons can one man have in the fire? I can't wait for part 11 of Green Legacy, and now am hoping for another chapter here, too. Maybe a romantic turn?
Mike

You guys are going to work me to the bone!

Originally Posted by silvershadow

hm...reminds me of my boyfriend lawl. Any who I loved that. I really did not expect him to enjoy dishing out the pain and destruction like he did. I really thought he honestly regretted his size. Bravo on this story. I wonder how this is all going to play out. I do see a Titan fight coming in a odd love triangle though. hee hee. Oh by the way I love that last line "Why do I always go for the dark ones?" That made me laugh a bit. So much for his sweet and innocent immage.

Just goes to show you, never take anyone at face value.

Originally Posted by Maverick0095875

Ohhh yes hehehe

Thanks, glad you liked it.

Originally Posted by anglekindle

Another great installment.

Thank you very much.

Originally Posted by 2bored

Great possibilities with this piece. Good work.

There are a lot or ways it could go...

Originally Posted by LucidDreamer

love love love love. this is so good

Thanks, thanks, thanks...

Originally Posted by Bull

Eh. You lost me with all the violent revenge stuff. As soon as I encounter that in a guy, he stops being a man to me, and is just an adolescent punk. It doesn't turn me on; it bores me.

Different strokes for different folks... and in this case its literal.

Originally Posted by FuzzyKB

[COLOR=wheat]I like this story and one of the reasons I like it is that it takes into account the aspects of trying to live with what we ourselves create. A transformed individual brings with him the baggage of the past. If he has been abused he will retain that damage and try and compensate for it. That compensation may not always be good.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=wheat]In my Group, and on another site I am doing a serialized version of a similar theme. What if it was real? What would it be like in real life if we could do this? Because I have spent quite a bit of time around competition level bodybuilders in my lifetime, I have seen both sides of the equation. I was many years ago with a very large "date" at a Palm Springs Pool Party. The fellow in a pair of trunks simply sat down on a chaise lounge at a hotel in that fair city. The lounge was simply not designed for men of his dimension and weight. Slowly as if it were a comedy the frame of that chaise lounge began to bend and over time with movement the chaise which had been expensive at one time simply gave way and a weld broke. With another date I made another trip to Las Vegas some years ago for a rather famous competition. About an hour later the date at that time did a bounce on the bed and was laughing. Again by coincidence the cheapie frame supporting the foundation broke a weld and we had to call the front desk. There are problems with cars, seat frames in cars, airline seats, theater seats, telephones, enclosed telephone booths, small stall showers, small doorways in turn of the century homes, delicate antique furniture, swimming, golf, and many other things we of more average dimension take for granted. In life there are incredible trade-offs for nearly everything. You may find more information in a thread "When being big isn't good" within this group. I have a 23 year old working toward his pro-card under my nose on a daily basis. He is 5'5" and well over 220 pounds at the end of a bulking cycle right now with arms not far from 20" flexed. I see the trade-offs on a daily basis. There are more in that there are social situations that are very "strange". We have had this one for some years. He graduated from HS at 130 pounds. The kid now bears only some minor facial resemblance to his graduation pictures. He is one big little dude I can tell you. Then there are the reactions of people around him. His quads when last measured were just short of 30" which was what his waist measurement was at HS graduation. The reactions of other people family or not, and especially initial reactions of small kids as they hide behind their parents, but once the ice is broken they consider him some kind of "super hero". He is a great kid and has a way with young kids. He can go into their world without ever talking down to them and become a part of that world. When he is finished with bodybuilding I want him to go into PT work with crippled children. He would be incredible because of the rapport he can develop in this circumstance. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=wheat]If you want more on where you are going you can do some study on the life of Andre Rousimoff (better known as Andre the Giant) the wrestling superstar. His growth and size was of course the result of the disease process Acromegaly. Few know that he worked with kids, was an accomplished painter in oils, and though his size hampered many things he would have liked, he triumphed in a sense. He had refused surgery to deal with the cause of his disease because he knew he could make money from his increasing size and in wrestling his fame. It did indeed do that. In his life however he was a very gentle man who was loved by everyone who knew him. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=wheat]The war of your character is not unlike that of Rousimoff who loved his size because of the money and power, but was limited in other things by the same thing that brought him joy in finance. The internal war in your characters mind is one of the most original and interesting concepts, in a long time. Again, I see an instance where some chance meeting can take this in incredible directions and even maybe eventually make you a buck down the road. You have your characters. If you want some ideas from another author do not hesitate to PM me. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=wheat]I can see incredible possibilities in this story and it is one of the best you have ever written. It can go dark, but the best part is often that things can appear darkest before the dawn. In Psychiatry, you have to have darkness in order to have light, and you are there with this story. I applaud that you are looking at some of the "reality" and I also applaud your courage as an author to stray away from the simple transformation and it's erotic moments. You are writing something much more here and though I rarely comment on stories I feel this to be so good with so much potential that I must offer enthusiasm and encouragement for an incredible beginning to what may go down in MGS history. [/COLOR]

Wow, that is ominous. If my story winds up being one tenth of what you expect of it, it will be one for the record books.

I'm glad you understand that no one is all light or all dark, but a mixture of the two and that the mixture is constantly in flux.

That is certainly a theme I will continue to work with in this story.

Thanks for reading and thank you for that very thoughtful response.

Originally Posted by Greggrth

Wow... just... wow. I seriously cannot WAIT to see where you take this, it's just... there are no words to describe how much I love your stories, keep it up :-D

Wow, again, and thank you!

Originally Posted by Ender

FuzzyKB that was a great posting...

Well we now know that it's Matt Billingsly, but "The Kid" is still nameless. We also know that Matt has had several episodes of Berserker-like rage. And his buddy Nick took delight inciting Matt's rampages, and wanted to get big to rampage with him, at least until Matt dropped a wall on the still little Nick.

I'm having trouble integrating the lonely "nice guy" Matt that is in the first chapters with the arrogant, narcissistic, sociopath that reveals himself at the end of this chapter.

A continuity issue, my impression is that Matt growth was "rapid" but not "explosive."

?Everyday I?d get substantially bigger. And I could feel it happening, every waking minute of every waking day, like a kind of boiling vitality inside me. Sometimes I would just sit there, close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of it raging through me. I would slide my hand under my shirt and I swore I could feel my muscles just surging out of me. It got so I couldn't?t wait to go to bed at night because I knew when I woke up the next day I?d be bigger, a lot bigger.

Matt and Nick attack Crosby in his room at their boarding school, when Matt is two weeks into his growth, and Nick has been following the ever expanding Matt with a video camera for at least a week. It seems unlikely that Crosby would be unaware of the new Matt and that Matt would be rampaging through the dorms in a shredded school uniform. It's a great scene visually, but I don't think you can explain the shredded uniform in the time-line. Unless Matt has been wearing it for a couple of days before the attack and that seems unlikely. [Why? The uniform would need to be large enough for Matt to put it on and then he would need to wait to grow big enough that flexing would shred it around him and that would likely be several hours minimum. Yes, I think about this stuff too much ]

Some questions I would like to see answered...

This I think is an important point to where the story is going... Where is Nick now???

Are Matt's apparent "mood swings" real, a side effect of the process, psychosis, or some attempt to test "The Kid".

After the demolition of the cafeteria, and the maiming of 63 people in that incident alone; why isn't Matt locked up somewhere??? If he is confined to his home, how was he in the store where he met "The Kid." Are the Billingslys that rich and arrogant to leave him unsupervised?

Ender

You are asking a lot of the same questions that the main character asks in the next chapter. Surfice it to say that we don't yet know the whole story.

Originally Posted by Kit Werecat

Just goes to show ...

NEVER feel sorry for a guy who is over 7 feet tall and can rip up buildings...

Good advice, always!

Originally Posted by xboy

great capter, great!

Thank you very much.

[Ogun]

Normal I'm not heavy on the death& destruction either but I like this story. Nice psychological balance.And Ender, if he can rip down buildings it's gonna be hard to keep him locked up, LOL

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Jaypat: Wow! Looking forward to more.