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Caveman - Part Eighteen I think I rewrote this three times. I still don't like it very much, but it's better than it was. it's one of those "exposition was needed before we get any further" things. Since it's also kind of short, I may as will throw in a drawing, right? Everyone likes drawings, except for the people who don't. Well, Nnnrg suggested last time that Mitch was getting too big to be useful. Well, sort of. He's definitely outgrowing our human-sized world (which is why he won't be sitting down at the kitchen table again) but I made sure to describe how his anatomy was changing to support it last time. I drew a handy sketch of Mitch and Paul, naked of course, to illustrate how this works. (You'll need a FurAffinity account with the "adult" filters turned off to view the drawing.) And as long as I'm posting links to drawings from this story, don't forget that I already did a couple for earlier parts: there's a semi-finished drawing of Mitch, Norris, and Brad sleeping, plus a sketch of the three of them walking to school in part 13. I hope to draw something for the final confrontation, for reasons which should be obvious after this part if they aren't already. There will be at least two more parts of this story -- exactly two if I can work up enough enthusiasm to sit down and just write out the climax and then the resolution, more if I break it up. Still, we're getting close to the end of this -- and nowhere near the end of In Corpore Sano, which should have lots more hopefully-only-slightly-implausible growth and two more complete sex scenes before the climax. (Oh, and also: I finally got my fancy-shmancy Jot Touch stylus, which should make it a lot easier to draw on my tablet. Unlike the one I've been using, this one interacts with the tablet to block touch from your palm, so I won't end up wasting every fifth stroke accidentally zooming because the program thinks the edge of my hand is a finger and I'm making pinching motions when I drag the pen. Just in time for me to work on the preliminaries for Some Assembly Required. Now if my stupid rib would just finish healing so I could sleep properly, everything would be wonderful.) ----- Caveman Part Eighteen This story has been completed. Content warnings and general description are included with part one, general commentary will be after part twenty. Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty ----- Now the moth defeats the mouse and man;Paul and I stared at the moth and its message for a moment. The whole event was so utterly bizarre that we just stood blinking at the utter weirdness of it. My cock deflated. "So are you going to check your e-mail?" I looked down at Paul. "...sir?" I shrugged. If this was a trick, it was a pointless one. Gary could presumably swat me like a fly now, to say nothing of killing me by technological means. Just using the bits and pieces I had already seen him using, I could think of five ways he could kill me remotely; if he wanted me dead, there was no reason to send me e-mail about it, even as some kind of sick joke. Even the "read a message just before you die" type of humor would be simpler and more effective by other means. Furthermore, the fact that I hadn't already been killed suggested strongly that Gary thought I was already dead. So he was probably not monitoring the house, or my e-mail accounts, any more. If he ever had been -- now that I thought about it, Gary had repeatedly been surprised when I arrived at the cave, so perhaps he hadn't even been actively monitoring me in the first place. I put Paul down -- on his head, technically, but since it was the part of his anatomy which he appeared to use least, that was probably all right -- and went to my computer. Unfortunately, my hands had become so large that the keys on the keyboard were far too small for me to press individually. I used a pen to type in my password when it woke from sleep, and very gently maneuvered the mouse around until my mail client was pulling in new messages. There were nearly six hundred of them. I suddenly realized, somewhat guiltily, that I hadn't checked on my mail since before I found Gary. There were messages from teachers about homework, notifications from automated systems, comment notifications from blogs, a bunch of spam, messages from people who I had seen later at school, and lots and lots of messages from people who had seen me at school... At the bottom of the inbox listing was a message apparently from myself to myself, sent only about 45 minutes earlier. The subject line was "THIS IS WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW". I opened it, and read: From: Mitch HammondThat last sentence struck me cold; the thought that Norris and Joe and Adam and Brad would have their brains scooped out like melons was terrifying. (And Mike, too, although in his case it was more a feeling of incipient guilt for failing to protect him.) Paul had stood respectfully to one side as I read, and gradually drifted back from terror to lust. Now he gave a polite cough. "Sir? Can I, er..." "Huh? Oh." I closed the message, sat down cross-legged on the floor and willed my cock erect. "Sure, climb on. Go crazy. Don't mind me -- I need some time. For once I want to think things through before I take action." Last edited by tekuno; August 31st, 2013 at 09:48 PM. |
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Thanks for the chapter, and the drawings Any sharing of creativity is a gift. __________________ "You could be big, too, but you gotta need it, like you need your next breath.? (from Jaypat's story "I Wanna Get Huge") |
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Think things through? Now that's a departure from precedent So, should he defeat Gary... and we can only hope he does... there will then be The Consequences. Mitch and his friends no longer fit in the usual human world... |
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You may not be happy with this chapter, but I sure appreciate it! __________________ Our three great gifts are life, the ability to laugh and to love. The greatest is life, but it is worth nothing without the next two. |
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