Mega Muscle Growth

Part Two

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He watched as the buildings broke and crumbled like mere nothingness to her, almost as if tall grass being folded over in a field. The deafening choir of the cries of countless innocence wailing out as the deathly rubble bounced forward throughout the city as if marbles on a tiled floor. Building bits that killed and then bouncily rocketed skywards to lethal force again and again as the soles of her feet continued to reshape the city streets beneath them. As she paced debris smoke rose to her play upon her numinous protruding abdominals, all flexing violently with the most minor of movements as they flared out grotesquely in no real pattern whatsoever. Breathing deeply, her chest rose tens of feet at a time. The sight of which forced all of the male persuasion below to briefly pause in awe of her ever roundening bosom, before her thunderous foot falls shook them back to their frantically panicked states as she continued in driving her mountain of a body forward. Bulbous, sinewy arms that led to witch like hands both racked with veins and adorned with clawed nails that casually reached out and toppled skyscrapers as they came in her way. Nothing of this she felt, a complete indifference to the deathtole she added to by the passing second; her own conscience absolutely unscathed by her devastation. The Young Man wanted to look away but couldn’t. The sight of a city in the midst of being so throughly wrought as if a childs toy was beyond transfixing in its grasping horror. A chill ran down his spine, as well as all else who were far enough away to see without scathe. Was this the meagre ditz of a girl that he once knew to be so sweet and so innocent? As helicopters braved to draw closer he soon found his answer. Those eyes, in those big green eyes he could see, she was all but gone now. Her beautiful face resting still, as a look of want and determination filled her pupils. The Young Man looked at her body again, stricken at the mountain of sheer enormity she had become. All this, this wasn't what he had wanted for her. His heart already sunken to it’s utmost he was sure things could not have been any more grim than they currently were, but to his terror, an admittance came all to distressingly to him, in that her face gave off no indication of objection. As the news footage played on; there was no sign of panic, no sense of confusion, no emotive or anything. Only a determined stare that shot out straight ahead of her. Tears began to stream down the Young Mans cheeks as his ears were continuously filled with reporters spewing all merry of questions into the camera. He wanted for nothing more than this to be a dream, to be able to wake up and for none of this to be a reality, but one such question reoccured that stung all too nightmarishly for him. A question that the mere sight and scale of this monstrous young woman had previously distracted him from; but now it was here at the forefronts of his attention. Repeated, again, and again, and again on the television set before him. Why was Neev doing this? Such a question as this only gave way to the Young Mans own burning line of inquiry that struck his mind relentlessly and there it stuck. Indeed with all this came the culpability that every single instance of death and destruction Neev felt so little about weighed upon him one thousandfold. This was his fault, he, was solely to blame. Such a realisation only filled the room with and even greater emptiness.

“What have I done?” the Young Man whimpered from his tear filled mouth as suddenly the voided room filled with an all to familiar fog. A mist which floated around the couch as if creeping up on him. With it, an airy freeze that seemed to affect time, as everything came to a halt. A stray tear suspended itself in mid-air as the horrors that played on the television set slowed to a stop as darkness fell on the walls; all, as, before. The Young Man could already smell that sickly voice it was that putrid. Drying his eyes he turned to meet the cold shadow which grew over him, before taking shape and shuffling ever so tepidly past him,
“Beautiful isn’t she?” he came, resting a withered hand on the box, admiring the colossus before him, his lack of reaction, telling the Young Man all he needed to know.
“What have you done to her?” the distraught plea filled the room with a pregnancy, before being scoffed away at, The Figure turning to him in bafflement.
“Given her everything of course.” the venom in his answer could not help but cause the slightest of smiles to run up the side of his boney face. More than amused, he could see, that poor boy could see, the error in his wish.
“No mere mortal can have everything, no. In order to allow our Neev such attainment we had to remedy that.” The Young Man looked to the screen yet again, his head racing with all manner of contexts his ill-considered wish could have been interpreted. Although he knew from the exactitude of The Figures manner and words; he had done something very specific with the young women. Something he had intended to do regardless of what the Young Man had wished for her. He felt the sensation of a suddenly stricken pawn, cast aside as if done with in the name of a grander objective.
“What you are witnessing is the ascendance of something greater. You’re friend, she is very fortunate. You should take some comfort in that. Out of all possible ages the world has seen, all manner of life it has hosted, she was the one. The one, to become…” The Figure paused and smiled sinisterly as the surrounding room shaked from undoubtedly their mutual friend.

“Would you like to converse with her?” a mocked tone followed as the room fell to a slow shaking. The Young Man motioned forward as if surprised, but then he contemplated; what could he say? Maybe this was just another way to fool him. As he came to answer a large blast of angelic light shawn from behind him swallowing his words. At this, the Young Man flew himself for any cover he could find thinking that his friend had finally come to extinguish his existence as well, but he was not so lucky. Upon squintinly inspecting the illuminating gape behind him, he found it to be an almost otherworldly exit to what he only presumed was the city Neev currently laid epic waste to, judging by the wreckage and devastation that slowly came into view as his eye’s adjusted to the light. The Figure walking towards it gestured with a receding index finger for him to follow and slowly getting to his feet, he did.

Instantaneously his senses were thrown into an anarchic frenzy, eyes and lungs stinging from the ash and dust that elegantly floated around them both. The smell of burning and wherein people where too close to those flames the smell of charred flesh hung in the air. But amongst this hell he could see, far above the remaining skyscrapers, this body of sheer enormity. Only now in so close an encounter could the Young Man really see the majesty that was his old friend. As another footfall shook the earth below them, the Young Man witnessed the rippling of thousands of pounds of taught muscle that shifted effortlessly across her frame.
“She can not yet hear you from such a distance, but hopefully this may help you to understand her place in the world now.”

Pretending to pay no heed to The Figure the Young Man continued to look skywards at Neev, but he understood exactly what was meant. One could not feel anything but ant like before such a being of this enormity. He quickly begun to understand what might be happening, the materialising cogs that were in motion, the start of a freight train of thoughts that began to take form, but then was just as quickly cut off by the most feeble of pleas. A spluttering wail that squelched in the misty air. To the right of them both, a small women, not too unlike Neev, called out for them to help her. Her situation made all the more hopeless in that her lower half seemed to almost morph into the large mound of rubble that her legs where buried under. This unfortunate soul being only the start as zombified shadows started to come into view amidst the mist, these shapes of terrified and confused people who the Young Man could see were devoid of a limb or two in most cases. A small sense of shock overtook him, but was alleviated when a suddenly light, much less blinding than before, shawn to his side. Again The Figure gesturing to follow, and, to his relief, the Young Man did not hesitate. He couldn’t be where he was anymore, the onslaught of untold innocent ringing throughout the air as it drew nearer to them. The sheer and utter horror of what he had created. Although, in stepping through the doorway, he realised, where he was going was no better. Again his senses were thrown into an abusive frenzy as vertigo flooded over him, the air as opposed to before being sharply thin and even harder to breathe, his knees rattling together as he struggled to maintain balance as the soft beige landscape shifted violently below his feet. Before long, he fell onto his hands and knees and there he slowly steadied himself.
“DAT’S A GUD PO-ZESH-ON FER YA!” came a thunderous childlike voice, deep and resonant yet unmistakably feminine. He knew who it was, he knew where he was, but he struggled to look; he didn’t want to. But mustering all the courage he could find within himself, he managed to tilt his head skywards, only to see the face of his friend, some fifty or so feet in hight gazing giddily down upon him. That cheshire like grin that followed a round of giggles, only scared him more.