#macromuscle

In the underground lab, Dr. Simpson talked to me about what was happening.

"Frank...this is incredible, but I'm worried! Another dose, and you could become immobile."

I looked at him like he was crazy. We both knew what I wanted.

REUNION

When I spotted him in the crowd, I almost forgot to avoid tree limbs as I rushed to find him.  Threading through dozens of thigh-high people to get to him, I was sure I seemed like a blurred rush of muscle mass and "excuse me!" sounds.

I managed to come up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned around, looked me in the knee, then up to my face, and I saw the same beautiful grin, same spark in his eyes that I had missed since high school. I knelt to one knee, cracking the earth with my weight, put my huge paws around his body and drew him in for a hug, leaving us both breathless before I let him back out.

He took in the sight of what I'd grown into in the past five years.  I was worried, but then he laughed and shook his head. 

He said “You call that a hug or a weather event?” I laughed too—it had been years, but somehow, we still fit.  That ease of just knowing you're okay, they're okay, and everyone is happy with each other.

He stepped forward, hand half-raised like he wasn’t sure where to aim it, and finally patted my forearm instead of my shoulder.

“Man,” he said, “you look like you wrestle mountains now.”

“Only the ones that deserve it,” I said, and the old rhythm between us came rushing back.

For a moment, the crowd around us didn’t exist. Just him, standing there in the same beat-up sneakers he used to wear, and me trying not to crush the ground when I shifted.  Trying not to let my eyes show that I desperately needed his welcome and warmth, no matter what I had become.

He smiled up, genuine, completely unbothered by the difference between us.

“You really did it, huh?”

“Guess I did,” I said. “Didn’t think I’d get this far without my spotter.”

He laughed, loud and real, and something in my chest loosened. It had been too long since someone looked at me and saw me, not the giant. And in that small, human moment, I realized I’d been missing that more than I’d ever admit.

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.

The accident on Frank's farm had left him growing bigger since this morning...a LOT bigger.

It was still getting faster: he could feel himself growing more, and more, and MORE every minute. It was energizing, electrifying...it was a head rush.

His feet were as big as cars...but now they were as big as the little houses he was tramping past...and soon as big as entire lakes and blocks. He didn't want to hurt anyone...but he also wasn't caring as much as he used to.

The same way that he might have avoided stepping on ants if he saw just a few.

But then, if they're everywhere? Well... he couldn't really be bothered then, could he?

"CRUSHING OUR RIVAL FRAT HOUSE WITH MY SACK? YEAH, THAT IS THE START OF A GREAT DAY!"