(Assume the person he finds is you)
25 years ago I fled from the city after nearly being killed by anything that saw me. I just wanted to help them. Maybe now, people will be willing to help. I’ve just got the problem of only being 5’11”.
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Well, someone found me. They said they wouldn’t hurt me, and they didn’t. It was really nice to see someone again, and I felt way better in all aspects. They were tired, barely alive from trying to find me, but I had more powers than just fire breath. I was able to heal him pretty quickly, and the first thing he did once he was conscious was hug me, and he didn’t let go for an hour or 2. He seemed way smaller than when I first found him, but it was ok. It was already 11 pm by then, so I tried to make a bed setup for him when he pointed out he could sleep on me. “You know, you’re 11 feet tall.” “I... I am?” Didnt realize that happened. Whatever. That was a big bonus. I was worried he’d roll off me and get hurt, but my chest had gotten a decent bit wider, along with my arms. I liked it, he was like a big teddy bear to me. And my thick arms were his blanket, a massive, 20’ long bed. Would’ve loved to be him.
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When I woke up, there was a big problem in 2 ways. One was me having doubled in size overnight, and the other was that I couldn’t get out of the cave I was sleeping in. Luckily, the person I found earlier had gotten off me, which was good since I would’ve squished him against the cave ceiling from my growing chest. Luckily, I had gained a lot of muscle, reaching about 75’ tall, and it let me break the roof easily. A faint voice came from near my head “Hey! I think that the more people who come to you and see you, the bigger you get!” “Well for you, it’s more like worshipping.” , my deep voice boomed. A small crowd of people had came to me, 9 to be exact, and my growth rate increased as my followers did. However...