By the time the last photo was taken, Evan Blake stood nearly twice his old height — over twelve feet tall, shoulders as wide as the double doors to the fire exit.
The camera couldn’t quite capture all of him; even crouched slightly, his head brushed the ceiling tiles.
Every part of him had scaled up past reason — thighs like pillars, arms like bridge cables, a torso so massive that the air seemed to press against it. He could hear the groan of the floor under each step, feel the faint vibration through his soles whenever he shifted his weight.
What he hadn’t expected was how it would be to live as a giant with impossible strength and size. He hoped to adjust, but he felt like he lived in a world of paper and balsa wood.
Doorways weren’t wide enough, but the walls and frames yielded to him before he noticed any resistance.
Chairs collapsed, until they had a few oversized and overstuffed steel frames built.
Even getting dressed turned into a daily battle — fabric stretched, ripped, and failed against him. Especially underwear. He wasn't sure what to do now that his privates took up as much space as his chest used to require.
When he finally caught his reflection in the mirror, it wasn’t pride he felt. It was awe. Awe at himself, and the dawning realization that he had become something the world wasn’t built to contain, didn't know how to handle.
And somewhere beneath that grin, he wondered if there would be more coming. More size, more power.
He wasn't sure if these feelings he had were about fear of becoming even more huge and powerful...or fear that he wouldn't.
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