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Titanification (six) (one) (two) (three) (four) (five) -six- When I got home that afternoon I went straight to my room and booted up my computer. Jack's words from earlier were haunting me. How well did I really know Matt? When it came right down to it, did I have any proof, besides his word, that anything he told me was true? I started by googling his name. Damn, he had a pretty common name and I was hit with a ton of entries. Were any of them him? It wasn’t until I used his full name, Mathew, and added in his home town that I found something. But it wasn’t an article on him. It was actually an article on his dad. Holy crap, his dad was part of the Russian mob! I had no idea. Matt didn’t say a thing. Of course, why would he? That’s not the type of thing you advertise. Again, Jack’s words, “How well do you actually know him?” echoed in my brain. I guess I didn’t know him as well as I thought. But I couldn’t blame Matt for what his dad did? He didn’t have any say in it. But still, how much was the son like the father? I brooded on this question until about 7:00 that evening when a huge bus pulled up outside my house. It looked like the kind of tour bus a rock star would have. Except it was painted all black. There was little doubt in my mind about who was in the bus and I made my way to the front door just as the bell rang. It was the chauffer. I was just about to follow him out to the bus when my mom came running up behind me. “I can’t believe you were just going to slip away without saying goodbye,” she said. What? I went out all the time without saying goodbye. What was she talking about? “Bye,” I said. “See you later.” Then she pulled me up close and gave me a big hug and a kiss and said, “Good luck.” Good luck? What the fuck? “err… thanks,” I said. “Bye.” Sheesh. Moms. I followed the chauffer out to the bus and climbed on board. Yup, it was just like one of those tour coaches, wood paneling, plush seats, wide screen TV, the works. And there was Matt, bulging all over as usual and sitting in an oversized chair in the back next to some giant-sized object. It was about the same size and him and covered with a tarp. “Hey Matt,” I said. “What’s that?” “It’s a surprise,” he said. “I’m full of them. Come sit down.” He indicated a more conventionally sized chair placed opposite him. The bus started to move as I sat down. “Oh yeah,” I called to the driver in the front. “You want to go up here and take a right on Elm.” “Just give him the address,” said Matt offhandedly. “221 Groober street,” I called. Then I turned back to Matt. “You didn’t need me to show you the way,” I said to him. “All you needed was the address.” “I like the company,” said Matt. Then he kind of laughed to himself. “After all, that’s really what this is all about.” “What what’s about?” I asked. “You worked most of it out already,” he said. “Being a titan is kind of lonely. I just don’t relate to most normal people and because Titanification is banned in the US, there aren’t many other titans around. You’re the first person I’ve actually felt close to since I went through the process.” “Thanks,” I said, feeling flattered but also confused. “But what has all this got to do with going to see Jack? What actually happened between you two?” “Our dads,” said Matt. “I never intended to be a titan by myself. At first there was going to be Nick… But you know how that ended up. And then after I grew and I ripped down that building, my dad… well my dad started to get… ideas.” “Your dad works for the Russian Mafia, doesn’t he?” I said. Suddenly Matt got serious. “How long have you known?” “I just found out tonight,” I said. “And you still came?” said Matt, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Sure,” I said, shrugging. “Why not? Was there a reason I shouldn’t have?” Matt grinned. “I’ve always liked you,” he said, “but not as much as I like you right now. You’re not afraid of anything, are you?” “I wish,” I said laughing. “There’s plenty I’m afraid of. But we can go over my fears later. I still want to hear about Jack.” “My dad got this idea to set up a black market Titanification center here in the US. But to do that, they’d need to study somebody going through the process. I was already finished by then so they couldn’t use me.” “Jack?” I said. Matt nodded. “His dad worked for my dad. Jack was the right age and was willing. But my dad also wanted a companion for me, so I had the final approval. I was in Juvie at the time, so Jack beat up some kid so he’d get tossed in there with me.” I was stunned. I’d always thought Jack lost control of his temper when he beat up that kid. Now I find out that it was a calculated act of violence. It sent a shiver up my spine. It wasn’t just Matt I didn’t know, it was Jack, too. Was no one whom they seemed? “Jack and I never really got along,” said Matt. “And when I didn’t give my approval, I guess his dad decided to go forward anyway, probably hoping that once Jack began the process, my dad would simply accept him.” The bus pulled to a stop, and Matt peered out the window. “Looks like we’re here,” he said. “I shouldn’t be long. Have a soda.” He opened the fridge and handed me an ice cold Mexican Coke. “What are you going to do?” I asked, suddenly afraid for Jack and his dad. “Don’t worry,” said Matt. “Everything’s gong to be fine.” Then he picked up a brief case and made his way to the door. I felt the bus shake with each foot fall. Damn, his back was so wide, his massive shoulders were brushing opposite walls. And that tiny briefcase looked ridiculous in his massive paw. I watched him walk up to the house, ring the bell and be admitted. Then suddenly I was alone and silent. Of course, I could have always turned on the TV or found a movie to watch or something. But for some reason I just didn’t feel like it. I sat there alone with my thoughts, sipped on my Coke and waited. I don’t know maybe I was expecting the sounds of destruction to start coming from the house. But there was nothing. Eventually my attention turned to the huge draped object in the back. What was it? Matt had said it was a surprise, but for who? For me? I knew I should have left it alone but I couldn’t help myself. I got up and I walked over to it. It was about 8 feet tall, bulky and bulgy. I couldn’t make out any discernable shape to figure out what it might be. There were a couple of cords tied around the big, ungainly object to hold the tarp in place, but they weren’t really an obstacle. I could easily lift up the tarp for a peek. But should I? Did I want to? The last surprise Matt sprung on me was when he suddenly appeared at my school. That just about stopped my heart. Was this another surprise like that? I decided I’d really rather not risk it and I lifted up the tarp for a peek. What I saw was the lower half of a massive leg, or the bronzed sculpture of one. I was looking at a huge, meaty foot with enormous toes, thick bones and bulging veins attached to steer-sized ankles and massive shredded calf muscles the size of beach balls. I realized at once I was looking at the statue of him that he’d kept in his ballroom. What was it doing here? I let the tarp fall back into place. How was this a surprise and what did it have to do with me? Was he planning to give it to me? I chuckled inwardly imagining what my mother would say when I showed up with it and announced I would be putting it in the backyard. It sure as hell wasn’t going to fit anywhere in the house. I had just made it back to my chair when Matt returned with a smug look on his face. “That went well,” he said. “What did you do,” I asked, “threaten Jack’s dad within an inch of his life?” Matt shook his head, as he sat down and the bus started up again. “It wasn’t necessary,” he said. “I simply told him that dad would never accept Jack and that he would be stuck paying for the whole enterprise on his own. Then I showed him these.” Matt opened the brief case and pulled out a pile of papers, formed them into a fan and waved them around. “What are those,” I asked. “Invoices,” he said. “My tailor bill, monthly food bill, some compensation for accidental property damage, all of them way beyond his means. You should have seen the color drain from his face. And then there was the reality of having a full sized titan sitting in his living room. I not-so-accidentally crushed one of his chairs when I sat on it. Paid him for it on the spot, of course, and it segued nicely into this.” He pulled out another sheet of paper. “Bill for custom furniture. By the time I was done with him, he couldn’t call Switzerland fast enough.” “He canceled Jack’s appointment?” I asked. “Not exactly canceled it,” said Matt, looking at me, his expression changing to something I just couldn’t read. “What do you mean?” I asked. “It’s time for me to confess something,” he said. “All the time Jack and I were in Juvie, he kept talking about some guy who was waiting for him on the outside. Apparently they’d split up, but he was certain they’d get back together again once he’d had the Titanification. “Jack never stopped talking about this guy, and he described him in such glowing detail that I found myself wanting to meet him, just to see if he lived up to the hype. So, when I got out, I tracked him down and arraigned to run into him in an electronics store. And I’ve got to admit Jack was right. He lived up to the hype.” Holy crap, I was going numb. I actually felt myself going numb all over. No wonder I’d felt like I’d been stalked. I had been stalked. And I wasn’t just stalked; I’d been lied to and manipulated on top of it. “I think you should take me home now,” I said. “Please don’t take it like that,” said Matt. “And how exactly should I take it?” I asked. “As a tribute to what a truly amazing person you are,” he said. “Most people would have run away screaming from me—and most of my friends did. But not you. You were able to look past my size, to look past the mistakes I’d made and see the actual person, to really see who I was inside.” “I have no idea who you are,” I said. “Yes, you do. I’m the guy who loves movies and jokes about eating cows. And I’m someone who cares very deeply about you.” “You also someone who lies and who bends and twists people’s lives like they were… like they were rails in that “playground” of yours. Not just my life, but Jack’s and probably your friend Nick’s and I don’t know how many others!” “You’re not being fair,” said Matt. “I never wanted to lie to you. I just didn’t know how else to approach you.” “You could have just told me the truth. Why didn’t you just send me an email or something?” I said. “Oh sure,” said Matt. “Hi, you don’t know me, but I met your friend Jack in Juvie and he told me what a great guy you are. I was wondering if maybe we could get together sometime. “I’m sure you would have rushed to answer that one.” Ok, so maybe he had a point. “You should have told me sooner,” I said. “I told you as soon as I could,” said Matt. “The timing had to be right.” “And the timing is right now?” I asked. “Oh yeah,” said Matt, his eyes lighting up. “It couldn’t be better.” He walked over to the covered statue. “Time for your surprise,” he said and ripped the tarp from it. He didn’t bother to untie the cords or anything, but they snapped like threads at the slighted pull from those gargantuan muscled arms. I opened my mouth to comment but what I saw wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. It was a statue of a muscle monster alright. It had huge monolithic legs and arms the size of tree trunks with veiny hard peaked biceps the size of truck tires, a stomach made of ten ponderous muscle bricks and a chest as broad and deep as a mini cooper, but the pose was slightly different from the one in the ball room. And then I saw the head. It was my head, my face on top of that muscle giant of a body. I think my chin hit the floor. “What the fuck is this?” I gasped. “What do you think?” grinned Matt. “It’s you… or how you will be soon, very soon.” “But, but…” was all I could get out. “Don’t worry, we’ll cover all the expenses,” said Matt. “All you have to do is let us examine you during the transformation.” “I… I don’t know,” I said. I was finding it very hard to form words. “Oh come on,” said Matt, “who wouldn’t want to be like this?” Then he tore off his shirt, once more giving me an unobstructed view of his beyond perfect body, those impossibly huge peaked biceps, those mountainous segmented shoulders, his brick wall stomach. I was really finding it hard to concentrate. “I… I need time… I need to think,” I said. “Sorry, bro, but there is no time. Jack’s appointment was for tomorrow and it could take us as much as a year to get another one if we miss it.” “But the genetic tests…?” I stammered. “Already done,” said Matt. “We were really lucky to get a cell from the inner lining of your cheek. Those are the best kind. We got it off your fork after you had dinner at my place the other night. You’d be surprised at the amount of genetic material you leave behind you wherever you go.” “Why am I finding it so hard to think…?” “That would be the first medication taking effect. You’re supposed to start taking it 12 hours before the process. We were a little behind schedule so I thought I would just save us some time and slip it in your coke.” “You drugged me?” “Don’t be so dramatic. I medicated you. You’ll probably drift off pretty soon, but don’t worry. Everything’s under control. By the time you wake up you’ll be in Switzerland and the process will have already begun.” “No,” I said, feeling fuzzier by the second, “too soon…” “You’ll love it,” said Matt, “you really will. And when you’re done, we’ll be closer than ever. We can really be together then, in every sense of the word.” “I’m scared,” was all I could manage to get out. “Soon you won’t be,” said Matt, “not of anything.” And then the world faded and went black. (seven) [COLOR=#d5d5d5](eight)[/COLOR] Last edited by Jaypat; February 1st, 2012 at 10:34 AM. |
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Cool can't wait for the next part and maybe some growth |
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hot damn jaypat |
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Thanks for this installment. I was really hoping it would go here...and it did. Can't wait until the next installment...I hope it doesn't take as long as the last one (I know life gets in the way at times)...purely for selfish reasons. LOL. |
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Oh gosh. You truly are the master of suspense. We all want the next part now. __________________ "A pure hand needs no glove to cover it." - The Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne |
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You made this day awesome! Thanks! |
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Ohh!! That was great! And the next chapter should be even better! Thanks. And please... Keep Writing. MD |
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Epic plot twist I just don't like the fact him forcing him into the transformation. I know he only wants it to happens so they can physically be to gather on top of emotionally without harm. But still might be strife for a while because of it being forced. Anyway this is still a fantastic story I always look forward to the update. |
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Wow...Matt is certainly full with surprises, and Jack was right -- how well does the main character know the Teen Titan? Amazing chapter. I feel like going up in the roller coaster, the tension built to its peak, now it's time to hold the breath! Congratulations __________________ There's no such thing as TOO BIG! |
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Nice Twist! Wow. I must admit that I didn't see THIS twist coming.. I really hope they go through with it, and we get a couple of Titans! I always felt being around one is nice, but BEING one is a lot better!! It boggles the mind what these two could join up doing! Looking forward to the next installment (and hopefully some growth). |
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DANG! That ended too soon. =( |
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This is amazing - I hope it doesn't end with just that - that tease of power - pleasure and possibility! Great work here!! |
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Crayzee !! |
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You know a story is good when this happens: I was reading through this, and when the part came to him approaching the tarp, I knew what was coming: it was a statue of him, and he was gonna become a titan. Even though I knew this though, I was still feeling butterflies anticipating that coming to a head. Even with that, there were still finer details that no one could have guessed. The guessing and only getting the coarse details made it even more of a hook, and more exciting. That, is what you call good writing. I enjoy reading your stuff so much, not because the growth details are so hot, but because the stories are just so good. The muscle is just the cherry on top, if you will. I've said it before, but your stuff just has this majestic way of sucking everyone in without them knowing. Everything just seems so real and alive. One element that is pervasive to all of your work that is such a hook, is you loop back insignificant events in the past in the future, that turn out to be strong plot devices. Yet, these small events are still made out in detail, and are forced into your memory just enough to be recalled with a small prompt. They all loop back just after you've passed them off as meaningless. It keeps you engaged, it makes one remember the plot, it makes you remember the characters, the scenes. It makes everything that much more real, refined, and detailed. You've got a skill good sir. I awake the next installment! __________________ "It's your head, It's your heart, lost somewhere, missing parts" -Goldfrapp (Alison Goldfrapp) "I know, the void. The void, knows me. It keeps us weak, the void told me." -Planningtorock (Janine Rostron) |
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Wow! Can't wait to see what happens next! |
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Excellent! Just the right balance, as always! xoxo Richard |
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Awesome chapter! I hope the next one comes quickly. |
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I just reread them all; still great! |
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Thanks for sticking with it I know it's been a while since the last chapter. Hopefully I can get the next one out sooner. I guarantee growth in the next chapter. Glad you're liking it! Quote:
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But thank you very much for your well thought-out and elaborate compliment. I almsot blushed reading it. It's ture I enjoy bringing small, seemingly unimportant details back and turning them into major plot twists. I'm always paranoid that people are going to figure it out before the reveal. I'm sure some of them have, but they've been kind enough not to say anything. I'll do what I can to make your wait less than the last one. Thank you. As aways. I'll do what I can. I'm glad they held up the 2nd time around. You guys who are anxious for some growth, please check out the rewrite I did on Muscle Juice in the continuous story section. I beefed up just about all the growth scenes - some didn't need it. It should keep you happy until I can produce the next chapter. |
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heh, i'm not sure he's scared of the process, but of him after he did it without asking him beforehad (I love forced growth!) this is soooo good, the nicer we see him, he more dark info about him we get! __________________ The Internet is for PORN! -Trekkie- http://chocomus.deviantart.com/ http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/chocomus/ |
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Interested to see where you take this "forced" change. __________________ --It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin |
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Titanification I want to thank you for a HOT, HOT story. You are kind of sneaky in not naming the main guy in the story, that way the reader can think it is him. It is hard to wait until the next chapter. I sure hope he gets big like Matt. Remember the bigger the better. Thanks again for writing stories that guys like me are unable to do so. All the people on this site wish we could be these HUGE guys you gentlemen write about. Also please be sure and tell us how much they weigh in POUNDS because our minds comprehend this alot better when you talk about size. |
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If there was one chapter to give us lots of info, this next one should be it. AWESOME JOB!! __________________ Classic http://darkluster4.deviantart.com/journal/12559533/ http://www.squiby.net/view/3308001.png Great game, but I need friends/allies: http://www.travian.us/?uc=us1_13240 |
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Well back when this story was getting started I said that I thought Matt was looking for a companion to be a Titan with him... And was feeling out "The Kid with No Name" to fill that role... But I also assumed that Matt was for the most part sane... The terms Psychopath and Sociopath both seem inadequate to describe Matt's madness. But then again I don't really think he is insane, just supremely selfish, self-centered, entitled to every thing he desires (spoiled rotten), and the desires of other people are irrelevant. To put it in one word EVIL. And he is so damn charming!!! Even with the mounting evidence that Matt was a bad guy I wanted his former buddy Nick or being a Titan had caused Matt's problems. But kidnapping "The Kid" to turn him willing or not into a Titan to be a live-in companion is over the top. Matt lives in a bubble of non-reality thanks to his dad. The only place a Titan can exist is in such a bubble. And without it no rational person would become a Titan. Why "The Kid" ended his relationship with Jack hasn't been explained so far but based on the way Jack talks to "The Kid" it's likely that there was a domination/submission aspect that "The Kid" didn't want to continue. But Jack figure "The Kid" would be back... Jack and Matt didn''t hit it off because Jack wouldn't submit to Matt. But Jack told Matt about his boy toy, "The Kid" believing "The kid" still wanted to be submissive. And when Matt approached "The Kid" he seemed to be receptive to being submissive; but I don't think "The Kid" wants another long term submissive relationship even with a Titan and especially won't if he were also a Titan. When "The Kid" discovers the bulky object was a model simulation of someone after Titanification, I knew it had to be a model of "The Kid" as a Titan. Matt would never give away his model of himself he built a shrine to himself around it. I briefly thought it would have been better for Matt to reveal his plans for "The Kid" by showing him the pair of simulations side by side in Matt's shrine to himself but then realize to have the second simulation in Matt's shrine would imply "The Kid" to be Matt's equal... Not what Matt's has planned "The kid" is to be Matt's plaything. The Mexican Coke seemed a bit odd but I seem to recall from my one trip to Mexico several years back they still used the old fashion non-twist off bottle caps that can be resealed, perfect for slipping "The Kid" the drug. "The Kid's" Mother fussing over him leaving seemed odd too but I didn't really understand it until I read the story again, she knew (or thought she knew) what Matt had planned for "The Kid" This is really odd based on "The Kid's" mom's first reaction to seeing Matt... Quote:
I doubt that "The Kid" would willingly accept becoming a Titan under the condition that Matt has setup. But it appears that doesn't have a choice now. Since it seems likely that Matt would want to retain his "Alpha Male" status I wonder if they can tweak the process that"The Kid" is a bit smaller than Matt or if there is a chance he could get bigger than Matt. Whatever happens Matt will not take rejection by "The Kid" with quiet resignation. Last edited by Ender; June 23rd, 2011 at 01:46 PM. |
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Two things. 1) Nice that his mom seemed to know something long-term was happening even though he himself did not. 2) Should you get around to revealing what's going on in your own life, if appropriate, don't forget, pictures! |
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Sweet! This story is heading in EXACTLY the direction i'd hoped for! It's going to make the wait for the next one all the more enticing... |
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This story is really interesting! I am really enjoying it so far. Your writing skills are fantastic. Keep up the good work. We're all looking forward to seeing more from you soon. |
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