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Brutus and the Runt - My Turn

Added 2019-05-10 14:00:00 +0000 UTC

Brutus has never taken so much of this stuff at one time before. After the 4th can he could remember picking up 7 more. All he could remember was the raw pleasure and intense pain of his growth. It was like his body was growing in slow motion and exploding at the same time. He could feel the muscle fibers all over his body multiplying, growing, thickening. The sounds of his bones and tendons popping as they adjusted as he GREW echoed around the room. Heat radiated from his gut to edges of his body, like some massive furnace consuming fuel. Brutus’s rational mind forgot about the room around him, but his subconscious, his predatorial caveman brain kept his eyes on the runt. Just the site of him fed his growth. Vengeance. Pay back. Dominance. Echoed in his brain.

Brutus body grew out of his clothes. Shredding them. It wasn’t until the growth started to slow, to stabilize did he focus on the world around him. It took him a few seconds of confusion to realize the growling animal breathing he heard was coming from him. He could fee the damp cold air in the basement blow across his hot sweaty body. Looking down at himself he could see how he had grown. That green shit that runt had cheated with wasn’t nothing compared to his gear. He was massive. Wider. Thicker, BIGGER. When he focused on the Runt he saw the fear on his face, which put a crooked predatory grin on Brutus’s.