This choice: Clark risks taking the consequences. • Go Back...Chapter #6Clark risks taking the consequences. by: Montparnasse   Clark turned to look at Earth. What would happen if some of the meteors slipped passed him while he was struck helpless, unable to do anything while growing? What if he was somehow able to catch up to them in the Earth's atmosphere and destroy them? Would his own larger, denser mass send him hurtling to the Earth like a meteor, causing damage and death as he lands?
Clark saw no option but to risk taking on the side effects of the meteors.
Turning back to the next wave, he speed towards them. As he flew faster than a speeding bullet he knew it would only be moments before he hit the first meteor. In the few seconds it took him to reach it he had decided to take a risk and annihilate as many meteors as fast as possible to ensure than none escaped past him.
He knew he'd regret it, but what chance did he have?
Clark's fist immediately pulverized the first meteor, and in seconds he was bearing down on the second while simultaneously kicking out at a third with his foot, both exploding apart into smithereens.
It didn't even take seconds before he felt the now familiar, pleasant ache, but this time it seemed more intense than it had before. Letting out a gasp of shock that quickly became a groan of pain, Clark bent over double, wrapping his arms around his torso as if he could force the growth from happening. He felt his muscles constrict over once-again lengthening bones in no time. He growth was faster this time, seemingly accelerated by destroying three asteroids at once. In two seconds alone he grew four inches. After ten seconds he was two feet taller than that. He grew at least another three and a half feet on top of that before it stopped.
Now somewhere between thirteen and fourteen feet tall and more than a few hundred pounds of muscle, Clark really couldn't ignore his body anymore. A part of him realized that the more he grew, the more his natural instinct was to focus on his body. He had never felt so good as he did after the growths, and each one made him feel better than the one before. Feeling a bicep with his hand, he felt the muscle swell and move under the straining fabric of his suit. Flexing it, Clark watched as the sleeve gave up the ghost and ripped right across his bicep. His skin had been like steel before, but now it looked like it, too. Veins stood out under the stretched skin, and the muscle visibly shifted with each movement his arm made.
He moved his large hand to his chest, grabbing an enlarged pec in his hand and feeling the large muscle flex and jump under her hand. Sliding his hand down he felt each ridge of his abs and was shocked to find how deep they were. Looking down he could see past his hand to the front of his groin, suddenly realizing just how tight it was; apparently he was enjoying exploring his new size more than he had expected as he felt the front of his suit grow tighter and tighter with each second that passed. Clark could actually see just how much down there had grown with the rest of his body as he watched his cock slowly engorge and force itself down the already tight leg of his suit. It went more than halfway down his thigh now. Clark slowly ran a hand down to feel himself when a meteor shot past him, bringing him back to his senses.
This was getting bad.
Dragging his attention—and his wandering hands—away from his body, Clark rushed towards the meteor that had passed him before quickly realizing that it was past hope to catch it. There was only one option.
He was already nearly a fourteen foot muscle giant, what harm could a few more pounds of muscle do to him?
With that in mind, Clark turned his heat vision to the meteor, exploding it into small, harmless pieces that fell to Earth. This time he was ready for the wave that came towards him, pushing him back again.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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