This choice: Fang does nothing, watching as the others shrink and he grows. • Go Back...Chapter #6Rise of the Goliath by: Unknown Fang looked on in disbelief at the four other players wobbling in front of him. They looked like they were dizzy, feet and hooves shuffling constantly as they tried to adjust their stances. It was never enough, though. Every time they thought they had settled they shrunk a little more, and they would have to shuffle again. Carl flopped down on a couch to keep himself from falling, and Marcus was leaning back on that heavy tail of his. Rich had settled himself back against a wall, and Fang watched the bear steadily dropping, inches melting away from him just quickly enough to be visible. And Elton, that cocky fucker of a lion, was trying to walk to the door. Each step carried him a little less distance, and his thinning legs were shaky and weak. All four of them looked to be shrinking down towards six feet tall. Compared to what they had been, they looked like children, weaklings.
The wolf felt himself growing larger, on the other hand. His monstrous body was pushing more and more against his leather jacket, his tight t-shirt, his reinforced jeans. His ears were starting to brush against the ceiling more and more, and his pelt strained against his burgeoning muscle even when he wasn't moving. The constant rising, the tingling over his limbs from the intense restriction of his clothes, the feeling of power melting through his body and making him more than before was almost too much. He felt dizzy. No, he felt drunk. It was the best feeling he could ever remember having.
The giant tilted his head back, watching the ceiling come ever nearer, and started laughing.
The four shrinking jocks jumped at the sound. Elton propped himself up against the frame that lead to the house's common room and stared at Fang. "Fuck you man, this isn't funny! We're...we're being poisoned or something!"
Fang rumbled as he looked at the shrinking lion. He felt his motorcycle jacket go taut across the width of his shoulders, and he breathed a small sigh of relief as his jeans and t-shirt began to tear. Thick black fur pushed out of the holes immediately, forcing them wider. It was only a matter of time before he outgrew all of his clothing. The thought made his sheath twitch. "I don't think you're being poisoned, little kitty. I think the egghead's experiment is still going on..."
"That's why we have to get one of them over here to stop this!" Elton sounded slightly hysterical, though that might have been because his voice was unusually high. "David's brother, that little geek, he should be able to figure out..."
Fang moaned as he felt his zipper pop over his sheath and sac. The tremendous basket flopped free, the pointed red tip of his member already visible. He felt incredibly heavy, almost burdened with muscle, but his power was such that it was no trouble at all to move. Or at least it would be once his clothes were done. The leather jacket creaked as his growing shoulders and back forced it to stretch wider than it was ever meant to, and his arms felt -- and looked like -- overstuffed sausages.
"Fang," Elton begged, "please man, you've got to help us." Fang's head bumped the ceiling and kept rising, forcing him to bend over until his shoulders were pressing under it instead. He growled, then roared as the leather jacket ripped explosively across his shoulders, then popped away when he flexed his biceps. He almost couldn't hear the bleating of the lion through the beating of his own heart. This was an incredible rush.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement and moved to intercept it. His foot came down heavily on the wood floor, snapping it easily underneath his weight. He gasped in surprise, and his cock slipped out a few more inches. So much weight. So much power. He had to duck his head to keep from cracking the ceiling, and his shoulders were brushing either wall of the now-narrow hallway. He had to have been eleven feet, maybe twelve. And he was still growing while everyone else got smaller.
"Where do you think you're going, Elton? I didn't say you could leave." His voice was supernaturally deep. He felt it rumble the house around him as his shoulders were pinched by the walls.
The lion's eyes widened and he took a step back. He was shrinking slowly, as were the others, and at his size he looked like any other member of campus. Maybe a little more athletic than usual. "What the fuck, Fang? Are you just going to keep us here while we shrink away to nothing?"
Fang grinned, his tongue lolling as the last of his clothes fell away. He was naked now, his pelt stretched around muscle that would make a superheavyweight bodybuilder jealous. He actually had to lean forward to see Elton dwindling in his view. "Sounds good to me."
"Damnit, this isn't funny!" Elton roared, and it would have been impressive if he hadn't been shrinking down to five feet. The warm, tingling feeling in Fang's body was beginning to dwindle. The wolf noted it with disappointment, though he wasn't sure he would be able to fit in the hallway for too much longer. His shoulders were digging gouges in the walls on either side, and every movement he made cracked drywall and plaster. Elton was afraid of him, he could tell. Why wouldn't he be? He was incredibly powerful before, but now he was on an entirely different order of magnitude. "Something seriously fucked up is going on here. What if...what if your heart gave out? No one's ever been your size for a reason!"
Fang had to admit the pipsqueak had a point. As the sensation of growth faded away to a low-level buzz along his pelt, he checked himself for dizziness, light-headedness, shortness of breath. He felt fine, better than fine. He was full of energy, of power; he felt like he could rip this house apart with his bare paws. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, rumbling at the feel of his chest pushing his arms deeper into the walls. Then he opened them again, looking down at the five-foot-nothing cat. "My heart's just fine, shrimp. How's yours?"
"Ugh." Carl began to stir from where he swooned on the couch. The horse, like the lion, was around five feet tall, give or take a few inches. His build made him look dwarfish more than anything, but it didn't look too unusual. He looked around the room, at Marcus and Rich, who found themselves at similar sized. "What the hell happened?"
The horse's eyes grew wide and white when he spotted Fang crammed in the hallway in front of the front door. "What the fuck?"
Both Rich and Marcus had similar reactions, flattening themselves against the wall of the common room as they stared at the behemoth their quarterback had become. Fang couldn't help but smile, his shaft surging out, warm and damp against the tree-trunk of a thigh. It too had grown, until his proportions would likely put Carl to shame. "Like what you see, boys?"
Elton turned to the other guys. "We have to find a way out of here. Fang has apparently lost his damned mind, so we're going to have to get around him and get help on our own."
The wolf snarled at that. Who did this kitten think he was, subverting his authority like that? He should simply swat him down, take him out of the equation entirely. But that would probably get him in more trouble than it was worth, not to mention he'd lose the other players in the process. He may have been able to force anyone to do anything he wanted now, but there were still better ways of going about things.
He could let them out now that the effects seem to have run their course. Or, perhaps, he could try experimenting with things on his own, see if they could find something in the house that might tell them what's going on. While the horse, kangaroo and bear all thought through their options, he did too.
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