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Just the Way Things Grow Chapter 1 part 1
A gay male weight gain story
Preview: When a guy wakes up some place unexpected, his best friend shows up to make sure things change between themBy: overgrownmassiveprince (tumblr)/Arachnophobe (original grommr name)/ Gainerboy 3 (bellybuilders)
Chapter 1
Oh shit, I think to myself, It’s dark in here.
Wait… where is here?
I try to move but something is holding me down. Is something holding me down? I try to turn my head, but I can’t tell if I’m moving. I open my mouth to try to speak but nothing comes out. It feels like cotton is in my mouth. I try to think back.
Where was I last?
What is going on?
Why can’t I move?
Think.
Think.
Think.
Ethan.
The last thing I remember is Ethan. I worked yesterday, or today, or whenever it was. I got up, Ethan said he was staying home from work. Said he had something to do at home. Mr. Pharmaceutical Rep always had things to do at home lately. I swear that shed he had installed was some kind of top secret spaceship. One day there was a nice plush yard and then the next day we had what could only be described as some kind of tornado, Doomsday bunker installed. “Don’t worry about it,” Ethan said being all coy and suave, “It’s just a place to store some of the prototypes for something the company is working for.”
Over the last few months, Ethan seemed to be out there…
NO! WHAT IS THE LAST THING I REMEMBER?!
Ethan
I worked, Ethan was home, he texted me to go to the gym, that he would meet me there. When I get there, he’s leaning against his car. He is wearing really big clothes. Must be a cardio day, I remember thinking. He tosses me a small shake. Much smaller than what he usually makes me. I make a face. He laughs and says, “Trust me.” I drank it. Chugged it. It tasted good. I can still taste it in my mouth, I struggle to remember.
I drink. He tells me to go get something.
What did I get? Should I call for help?
I open my mouth. I think I do, but nothing comes out. I can feel myself grunting, but then I realize I barely hear myself. It’s like everything is dull.
I try to move my fingers but I can’t. I can’t turn my head.
It’s so dark in here. Why is cold?
I remember getting to Ethan’s car, and bending over into the back seat.
That’s it. I can’t remember what happened next.
Oh, God, I’m dead. I’m dead or dying and I can’t move. We got jumped by someone.
OH SHIT! ETHAN!
I try to scream out again. This time whatever is wrong with me is wearing off. I can hear myself grunting and groaning. I’m not making words. My mouth isn’t opening. I’m not moving my body.
I’m paralyzed! Something happened and
I’m…
“Hey,” comes a voice out of the dark.
“You’re okay.”
I feel a tear come out of the corner of my eyes. It’s warm on my skin. I feel another pour out of my other eye. It’s Ethan. He’s here.
“Don’t try to move, buddy,” Ethan soothes in the dark, “You’ll be able to move soon enough. You just gotta relax. Okay?”
I try to talk but I can’t. I can’t speak.
FUCK, ETHAN! WHAT’S GOING ON? WHERE ARE WE? ARE WE OKAY? ARE YOU OKAY?
I am screaming in my head. I need answers, I have to have answers, I need…
The room brightens a little bit. There is a single bulb in a metal can above my head. It looks industrial. It’s dim but it’s getting brighter. I move my eyes but can’t see any windows or other light. I can’t even move my head. I can just look down the length of my face because I’m lying down. I can’t see anything past the stubble on my cheeks or beyond my nose. My eyes are darting around and I can feel my breathing speed up.
I’m stuck. I’m trapped. Ethan is probably stuck too. I have to figure something out.
And then over walks Ethan.
He looks big. Bigger than usual. More ripped, more muscular. His veins are standing out, and he looks so very sexy. And he’s naked.
My breathing is speeding up for a lot of reasons now. His dick is soft but hangs low. His balls are hidden behind a mound of hair and I swear to all things holy that he never looked this hairy before. His stubble from earlier is a full on beard now. But he’s walking around, and he’s… HE’S NAKED!
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!
i may or may not have written down the basics of a mythology. these are part of it. 3 giants who helped the first life grow
Bowynn Gods: Chappa
Chappa (Chop-pah) Chappa Kii are the Mountain spirits. Their reign is from the foothills to the peaks of all mountains. These Kii are titanic in size and are made out of rock or said to have flesh as strong as rock. If both be the case, then there may well be two types of Chappa Kii. Like all Kii, the Chappa are not evil spirits but will seek equal revenge to those that insist on destroying the mountains they reside around. On the other hand, there are tales of Chappa granting blessings on mortals as well who help them maintain their mountain homes. Some sacred stories and tales speak of a Chappa that would leading lost hikers or travelers back on their right path. In tradition when one looks at a mountain, one would say "Thats a Chappa" or "That is the home of that Chappa of that mountain. A strong equivalent to the Chappa would be what is today "Giants" and certain Titans of Greek mythology.
Bowynn Gods: The Mammont
Mammont (Mam Mont) The Mammont are the name for the ancient giant gods, that presided over the world and all, before the reign of Anhur and the other gods. Only the gods Brea, Unthar, Sumon, Phoenix, Paut and Tya were were before them. Mammont literally means “Mammoth” in Bowynn. The Mammont were the creation of Brea and the Mammont siblings, the Vadell (Giants.)
During the reign of the Mammont, there were many of them, residing in tribes all over the planet. Like the gods they had special places and attributes. The eldest of them all was the long white bearded Mommont, Ehrlich, whose wisdom guided them all. After Anhur took the title as King of the Gods, he and the others disbanded the Mammont for their positions. This did not go well at all and a war ensued between the Gods and the Mammont and Giants. In the end most of the Mammoths were disbarred of their immortality. Only a rare few were given a chance of redemption.
Those Mammont still attending the court of Alaway are: Ehrlich (Wisdom), Yormell (Winter) Vae (Seed), Tarm (Invention), Sheli (Bravery), Oken (Strength), Issen (Summer).
BOWYNN GODS: VADELL
Vadell (Vah-del) Sometimes "Vladell". The “Giants” that Brea made to protect the earth before Anhur and the Akua ruled. These giants were immortal and took on the shapes and forms of the territories they ruled over. Most of them were rather brutish and unruly. After Anhur contested with his brothers for the rule of the gods, the three released the Giants from their duties. Unfortunately, many refused to leave and the gods had to battle the Vadell into submission. A handful begged for atonement and were allow to work for Anhur, stoking the furnaces, filling baths and vats and filling the hearths with fresh wood in Alaway. Some were destroyed and others just merged into the landscape for eternal sleep. But it is said that some hide and still walk the earth.
The Genesis 6 Oracle: The Birth of the Gods
By Independent Scholar and Goodreads Author Eli Kittim 🎓📚
The Sons of God Are Not Extraterrestrials: They Are Supernatural Spirits
Erich von Däniken is one of the first figures to popularize the idea that extraterrestrials visited Earth a long time ago and influenced human civilization. And, since then, many authors have picked up this idea and continued to expand on it, using mythologies from around the world, including the Bible. For example, Tim Alberino, Graham Hancock, and many other such writers——who also promote theories on alternative history and ancient civilizations——believe that there was an advanced alien civilization on earth, with very advanced technology, that was wiped out by a comet impact c. 12,900 to 11,700 years ago (aka “the younger dryas impact”).
However, it is important to note that mainstream science refutes the ancient alien-civilization theory. Books on these topics are generally in the realm of science-fiction, pseudoarchaeology, pseudohistory, and pseudoscience. These writings have not undergone rigorous scholarly peer review and have not been published in any credible academic or Biblical journals.
As regards the Scriptures, ancient astronaut theorists typically try to link alien civilizations and extraterrestrials to the Genesis 6 account, when “the sons of God” (called the “watchers” in the apocryphal book of Enoch) had supposed “sexual relations” with human women, whose offspring were said to be giants, the so-called “Nephilim” (cf. Jude 1.6). But this is reading too much into the Biblical story. The Bible is neither a sci‑fi novel, nor a historical treatise. It is a book about an invisible spiritual or metaphysical reality that interacts with our own.
What is more, the Bible has many different literary genres, such as prophecy, poetry, wisdom, parable, apocalyptic, narrative, and history. It is obviously inappropriate to interpret poetry or parable in the same way that we would interpret history because that would ultimately lead to logical absurdities. Alas, the history of Biblical interpretation is riddled with exegetes who have erroneously tried to force **metaphors** into a **literal interpretation,** which of course cannot be done without creating ridiculous effects that you only encounter in sci-fi films. This view creates logical absurdities, such as talking animals, trees of immortality that are guarded by aliens with lightsabers, fruits literally producing evil after consumption, people turning into pillars of salt, mythological beasts with multiple heads that are populating our planet, and the like. Not only does this eisegesis defy the actual interpretation that is given by scripture itself, but it also leads to complete and utter nonsense.
Bible Translations Versus The Hebrew Text
Now if we turn our attention to the original Hebrew text, nothing in the Genesis 6 narrative suggests an advanced alien civilization of extraterrestrials, nor can one adduce that the Genesis 6 narrative should be taken literally as a historical account. Unfortunately, some English Bible versions have mistranslated certain words by inserting their own *theological interpretations* that are not found in the original Hebrew text. For example, The New American Bible renders Genesis 6.4 as follows:
the sons of God had intercourse with the
daughters of human beings.
The NET Bible similarly says:
the sons of God were having sexual
relations with the daughters of humankind.
The New Living Translation also adds words and images that are not found in the original text:
the sons of God had intercourse with
women.
These are not only unfaithful translations of the original Hebrew text, but they are also bad interpretations that suggest interbreeding between spirits and mortals. Biologically, people can interbreed with one another, but people cannot interbreed with animals or spirits. This, then, shows a fundamental hermeneutical error in trying to understand Genesis 6 in purely physical, biological, or historical terms. According to Wikipedia:
Sons of God (Hebrew: בְנֵי־הָאֱלֹהִים,
romanized: Bənē hāʾĔlōhīm, literally: "sons
of the Elohim") is a phrase used in the
Tanakh or Old Testament and in Christian
Apocrypha. The phrase is also used in
Kabbalah where bene elohim are part of
different Jewish angelic hierarchies.
So, the sons of god (οἱ υἱοὶ τοῦ Θεοῦ LXX) are spirits (see Ps. 82), while the daughters of men are human beings. The Genesis 6.2 account of the sons of god——who supposedly marry the daughters of men——is an allusion to a “spiritual marriage,” not a physical one, as when a *spiritual rebirth* in God (Jn 3.5-7) is like being married to God. That’s why the believers in Christ are said to be the bride of Christ (see 2 Cor 11.2)! Similarly, Genesis 6.2 is alluding to “supernatural beings“ (the so-called “fallen ones”) who entered women and united themselves to them in spirit, thus giving them a sort of Faustian *spiritual rebirth.* In Genesis 6.4, Young’s Literal Translation reads thusly:
The fallen ones were in the earth in those
days, and even afterwards when sons of
God come in unto daughters of men, and
they have borne to them -- they are the
heroes, who, from of old, are the men of
name.
It is, essentially, a *theological* (not a historical) account that tries to explain the origins of evil and how wickedness multiplied on earth (Gen. 6.5):
The LORD saw that the wickedness of man
was great in the earth, and that every
intention of the thoughts of his heart was
only evil continually.
The Hebrew word וַיִּקְח֤וּ (way·yiq·ḥū) means “they took” (Gen. 6.2). That is to say, the sons of God took נָשִׁ֔ים (nā·šîm) “wives” or “women” (Gen 6.2) in the *spiritual* sense of inhabiting or possessing them. The language of Genesis 6 suggests that they entered them. In Gen. 6.4, the Hebrew term יָבֹ֜אוּ (yā·ḇō·’ū) means “to come in,” or “go in.” But it is not explicitly referring to sexual intercourse, as most people mistakenly assume. Moreover, the Hebrew text in Gen. 6.4 doesn’t actually say that the earthly women bore human children to the sons of God. The text uses the term וְיָלְד֖וּ (wə·yā·lə·ḏū), which means “bore” or “brought forth, but it doesn’t say “children” per se. Readers often assume that the “mighty men … of old” were the “human children” that the mortal women supposedly bore.
But we must be very careful, here, because that’s not exactly what the text is saying. Notice that the *union* between the sons of god and the mortal women is initially spiritual, not biological. This spiritual union ultimately brought forth הַגִּבֹּרִ֛ים (hag·gib·bō·rîm) “the mighty” אֲשֶׁ֥ר (’ă·šer) “who” [were] מֵעוֹלָ֖ם (mê·‘ō·w·lām) “from ancient times” or “from eternity.” These were אַנְשֵׁ֥י (’an·šê) “men” הַשֵּֽׁם׃ (haš·šêm) of “the NAME” of God (Gen. 6.4). So, this spiritual union between spirits and mortals eventually *brought forth* embodied ancient spirits. These are obviously wicked spirits that deliberately possess human women for the purpose of giving birth to hybrids, such as the “Nephilim” or the so-called “giants.”
But, as I will demonstrate, we should not view these types of accounts as referring to a race of multiple giants but rather to the arrival of the gods, the superpowerful “giants that were from of old, the Heroes of fame” (Gen. 6.4). Therefore, even though this spiritual union will eventually give birth to an evil offspring in human history, the text is nevertheless trying to show the backstory to this event, namely, that what gave rise to it is a spiritual union, not a physical one!
The Births of Two Giants: The Virgin Birth and the Birth of the Antichrist
In fact, Genesis 6 sounds like a *reversal* of the virgin birth theme in which the Spirit of God impregnates a daughter of men, who then gives birth to a *giant,* a spirit from everlasting, namely, to God himself! So, while the gospels *prophesy* about the union of God’s Spirit with a mortal woman, bringing forth an everlasting spirit of God into the world of time and space, Genesis 6 seems to be *prophesying* about the same type of union, but this time between a dark spirit and a woman, bringing forth another ancient spirit, a man of renown, known as the Antichrist, whom the New Testament calls “the son of perdition,” “who opposes and exalts himself against every so-called god or object of worship” (2 Thess. 2.4), and “whose coming is after the working of Satan” (2 Thess. 2.9)!
Here’s an excerpt from chapter 10 (p. 225) of my book, “The Little Book of Revelation”:
The Bible affirms that ‘there were giants on
the earth in those days’! (Gen. 6:4, ‘New
King James’). These figures, which are
beyond human description, represent the
gods that have come down upon the earth
in the form of ‘Christ’ and ‘antichrist,’ to
whom scripture devotes a brief but
noteworthy depiction: ‘the mighty men who
were of old, men of renown’ (Gen 6:4).
Interestingly enough, in the apocryphal ancient text known as the Gospel of Peter, Jesus is said to be resurrected as a *Giant*! This is also alluded to in Rev 1.7:
Behold, He [Christ] is coming with the
clouds, and every eye will see Him.
From an eschatological perspective, the *giant Jesus* coming out of the tomb, in the Gospel of Peter (vv. 38-40), seems to be a *prophecy* which indicates that he will take the form of a *giant* at the end of days! A 6-foot man in the sky obviously cannot be seen by anyone, whereas a *giant* Jesus can be observed from many miles away, thus lending credence to the apocalyptic description in Rev. 1.7. Of all the end-time depictions of Christ, this is probably the most accurate portrayal because it seems to parallel many Biblical passages. For instance, it seems to fit with the *giant* Pauline Christ who will ultimately destroy the Antichrist “with the breath of his mouth” (2 Thess. 2.8). It’s also congruent with another Old Testament verse in which the Lord appears as a *colossal figure* who flies “Like birds” in order to “protect and deliver” Jerusalem (Isa. 31.5). Elsewhere, only a great figure of *immense proportion* can annihilate a giant dragon called Leviathan (Isa. 27.1 cf. Job 41.1; Ps 74.14). That’s precisely why we are told that “There were giants in the earth in those days” (Gen. 6.4). Which days? All the *prophecies* seem to converge on the end of days.
The exodus account is no different. If we compare the series of judgments that Moses inflicted upon “Egypt” to the final judgments in the Book of Revelation, we’ll notice that both descriptions appear to exhibit identical events taking place (see e.g. Ex. 10.1–20 [cf. Rev. 9.3]; Ex. 9.13–35 [cf. Rev. 16.21]; Ex. 9.1-7 [cf. Rev 6.8]; Ex. 7.14–24 [cf. Rev. 8.8; 16.3-4]; Ex. 7.25–8.15 [cf. Rev. 16.13]; Ex. 9.8–12 [cf. Rev. 16.2]; Ex. 10.21–29 [cf. Rev. 16.10])!
Why does Lk 17.30 compare Noah’s flood to the coming of Christ during the day of the Lord? Probably because these earlier Biblical narratives were trying to convey the same apocalyptic messages that we find in the New Testament. Moreover, the *giant* resurrected Jesus in the Gospel of Peter is the only version that seems to accurately portray the image of a towering figure on a white horse who “judges and makes war” (Rev. 19.11), and who can actually be seen from the earth (Rev. 1.7). By comparison, an average human being cannot possibly be seen “coming with the clouds of heaven” (cf. Dan. 7.13-14).
Similarly, the Antichrist also seems to be depicted as a *giant* who is incarnated on earth at the end of days! Case in point. In Revelation 9, the king of the locusts is likened to “a star that had fallen from heaven” to earth in the last days and who turns out to be a powerful figure that holds “the key to the … bottomless pit.” Later on in the chapter, he’s identified as the king of the locusts, “the angel of the bottomless pit” whose “name in Hebrew is Abaddon, and in Greek … Apollyon,” meaning “destroyer” (i.e. Antichrist)!
Similar to Genesis 6, there are many prophecies in the New Testament that allude to the future incarnation of Antichrist on earth. For example, the author of Luke 10.18 writes:
I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven.
This same event——when the sons of god will come down to earth——is *prophesied* to take place at *the end of days* in Revelation 12.9:
And the great dragon was thrown down, the
serpent of old who is called the devil and
Satan, who deceives the whole world; he
was thrown down to the earth, and his
angels were thrown down with him.
Revelation 12.9 is a remarkably similar account of *the sons of god* that we find in Genesis 6! What is more, the future Antichrist will eventually be resurrected from the dead (see Rev 13.3, 14). And it appears that he, too, will be resurrected as a *giant,* causing people to marvel. Rev. 13.3-4 says:
I saw one of his heads as if it had been
fatally wounded, and his fatal wound was
healed. And the whole earth was amazed
and followed after the beast; they
worshiped the dragon because he gave his
authority to the beast; and they worshiped
the beast, saying, ‘Who is like the beast,
and who is able to wage war with him?’
Thus, Genesis 6, which talks about the giants, doesn’t appear to be historical, but rather prophetic! On the whole, the Bible is pointing to the messianic age——and specifically to the births of Christ and Antichrist——at the time of the end, just prior to the great and terrible day of the lord. Accordingly, Matthew 24.37 tells us that the days of Noah were *types* of the coming apocalypse:
For the coming of the Son of Man will be
just like the days of Noah.
It is also worth noting that Daniel 9.26 referred to the coming destruction as an eschatological flood:
And its end will come with a flood.
In stark contrast to what the authors on ancient civilizations are saying, the pivotal episode in human history concerning the final battle between the forces of light and the forces of darkness is in the future, not in the past. That’s precisely why the Great War between Christ and Antichrist will take place at the end of time! In the context of the end-times, Revelation 12.7 reads:
And there was war in heaven, Michael and
his angels waging war with the dragon. The
dragon and his angels waged war.
Conclusion
Authors on ancient civilizations typically talk about faraway planets, spaceships, and extraterrestrials. They usually don’t provide any credible references, aside from their literary fantasies and wild imaginations, and hence their claims appear to be unfounded. In addition, without any training whatsoever on biblical languages, textual criticism, or exegesis, they nevertheless offer outrageous interpretations based on a superficial reading of the Bible. Unbeknownst to them, many of the Old Testament stories are actually *types* that point to the *anti-types* (or fulfillments) in prophetic literature. Contrary to fundamentalists who read scripture literally, as if Noah’s flood literally happened, a close interpretation of the Bible reveals that the so-called “antediluvian” narrative of Genesis 6 is actually an apocalyptic oracle about the coming destruction during the day of the Lord in the end-times (2 Pet. 3.10)! We also know this because mainstream interdisciplinary science categorically rejects the notion of a global flood in earth’s history. According to Wikipedia:
Proponents of flood geology hold to a literal
reading of Genesis 6–9 and view its
passages as historically accurate; they use
the Bible’s internal chronology to place the
Genesis flood and the story of Noah’s Ark
within the last five thousand years.
Scientific analysis has refuted the key
tenets of flood geology. Flood geology
contradicts the scientific consensus in
geology, stratigraphy, geophysics, physics,
paleontology, biology, anthropology, and
archaeology. Modern geology, its sub-
disciplines and other scientific disciplines
utilize the scientific method. In contrast,
flood geology does not adhere to the
scientific method, making it a
pseudoscience.
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Young giants!
Fumm, Fee, Foe, Fye (c) Jack the giant slayer
Into The Cell
1.5k words, Professor Finch visits a giant imprisoned in a dungeon.
"You don't know what you're getting into." The guard said, sneering at the wiry man beside him. "He ain't like no monster I've ever seen. Didn't even know giants went feral, don't know why the King even puts up with them."
"I shall thank you to keep your opinions behind your teeth." The Professor said with an equally venomous tone, eyes on the guard's lips. He did not like these people, not one bit.
The guard snorted as they reached the door, jangling his large ring of keys hard before unlocking the door. The noise seemed to cause a stir in the room beyond, deep clanks of heavy chains and wary rumbles.
"If you need me, just scream." The guard growled, almost kicking Finch into the room, his lithe form struggling to keep upright as he stumbled. "Though you probably won't get the chance if you're too close." With that, the door closed with a resounding boom.
"Honestly. No manners." Finch complained, dusting himself down and turning. The cell was dark and musty, rats and rotting food littered across the floor. In the centre of the room, one wrist shackled to a pillar, was a very sickly looking giant. Skin and bones, beard wild and eyes burning with a hunger that made Finch shiver slightly. A ring was drawn around him in chalk, presumably the length of his reach.
"Dear me… Oh, you poor soul." As he dared a few steps, the giant immediately began to snarl at him, his yells making Finch cringe. He didn't cover his ears. He didn't retreat.
"Now, now…" He said softly, holding his hands up with a soft smile. "I'm a friend. Friend." At the sound of his own tongue, the giant fell silent. He looked at Finch with suspicion, his eyes dark and narrow.
Finch mustered himself, taking a few more tentative steps as he conjured forth his knowledge of giantish. "I'm not here to harm you." His pronunciation was always a little off, considering you do need a very deep timbre to pull off the more guttural vowels.
"Food." The word was raspy, as though the man hadn't spoken in weeks. Months.
Finch nodded, jogging toward the cell door, getting his ear trumpet to press against the mesh. "Excuse me! Captain!" The gruff voice at the other side of the door didn't sound enthused that Finch was still alive. "Could you bring your prisoner a meal, please?"
"Piss off! You can have something, but that thing ain't getting anything."
Tightening his lips, Finch gave the door a weak kick. "In that case, I want a whole roast sheep and a cask of water."
"You're obviously not going to eat it yourself."
"Oh? Is this you refusing to give a guest of the King any refreshment?"
There was a beat of silence, then a grumble and stomping boots retreating. Smug, the Professor strolled back to where the giant was chained. "Do you need a drink before you can speak?"
A nod. He patiently waited just outside the circle, beginning to chat in giantish, mostly to keep his nerves at bay. "Don't worry. I know things seem bad right now, but I'm going to do my best to help."
When the door swung open, the giant tensed with a snarl, immediately beginning to try and snatch at the guards. They kept their distance, leaving a wheelbarrow and a cask just out of reach before retreating in barely contained terror.
"Allow me." Finch said, approaching as if he had known the giant for years. It was simple to give the keg a shove, and it rolled to the giant, who snatched it up and broke the lid in half with his fingernail, trying to sip from the shot-glass sized barrel as best he could. The human tried not to wince as he pushed the heavy barrow over the chalk line, knowing he couldn't show his nerves. Even if he was a little anxious, the smell of fear would only make things worse. Calm and collected, he looked up to see himself being watched.
He was within reach. It would only take a swipe of one huge hand and he'd be naught but a stain. "Do you speak the common tongue, sir?" Finch asked, stepping away from the whole roast sheep, which went ignored for now.
"Not much." Came the reply, raspy but a lot easier after the water. "Call me Njor."
"Professor J. Finch, at your service." He replied with a sweeping bow.
"Why are you here?" Njor reached for the sheep, eyes trained on Finch. He didn't even blink when treetrunk fingers splintered the barrow beneath their weight, still and steeled.
As crunching bone and hungry slurps echoed in the dungeon, Finch detailed his work as a giantologist, telling of how the King was rather perturbed by the fact that a rogue giant was 'causing destruction', and how Finch had used his connections to persuade him to let him 'tame the beast'.
"Thus, here I am. I'm afraid it's a 'kneel to your lord or die at his sword' situation." He peppered in the idiom, which seemed to make the giant perk up slightly. "But, if you need a new start, there's a wonderful place I know of. No slayers, plenty of food, completely out of King Fat Head's jurisdiction."
Njor licked his fingers, wiping them on his grubby rags, then reached toward Finch with the intent to grab. Holding out both arms, Finch spoke as loudly as he could. "I'll step on your hand if you lay it flat!" Immediately, the five threatening digits turned to rest on their backs against the cold floor, and Finch thanked Njor as he hopped into his palm. The feeling of being lifted was one he always treasured, the tickle in his gut making him feel giddy.
"You really want to help me?" Njor asked, eyes level with the human.
"Of course I do. Though you'll have to do something for me in return." At Njor's sneer, he gave him a beaming smile. "I'd like to ask you a few questions. Once you're settled. Besides that, I only ask that you do as I instruct so we can get out of here with our hides intact."
It felt good, watching the people of the castle squirm as shackles were unlocked, the colossal beast once more allowed to stand to his full height. All expected a rampage, expected blood to fly and walls to crack. But Njor's shoulders were slumped, his legs shaky, and his head hung low as Finch led him through the large doors that led to the arena. A sickening idea. Every booming step was slow and well placed, Finch not even looking up as they made their way to the back gate.
"I can carry you."
"I wouldn't want you to worry about me when you need to focus on your footing. We both know a gentleman of your size wouldn't fare well in a tumble, especially with how thin you are. No, no. You can drink and rest by the river, and I shall bring supplies."
Njor didn't reply, his eyes to the ground. The portcullis lifted slowly and both the human and the giant felt a slight prickle of sweat on their brows. They knew the archers were there. Finch didn't step out until it was high enough for both of them, feet above scuffing as the guards leant over the other side of the wall. Njor paused as he looked out at the sprawling green woodland below them, taking a deep breath of fresh air. Freedom.
"Now, before we briefly part ways, I need a word." Finch beckoned him, and Njor took a knee beside the Professor. "You must stay by the river where I can find you. Otherwise we'll both be for the chop. Alright?" Njor nodded, but Finch stood tall with a steely glint in his eye. "Swear on the mountains of your forefathers."
"I swear on the breath of my kin." Njor said with his hand on his heart.
Satisfied, Finch went one way, and Njor went the other, striding past the western edge of the village, ignoring the screams from villagers as he strode toward a cool drink.
By the time Finch had found someone willing to actually drive his cartload of food, it was already getting late in the day, and he hoped he hadn't kept Njor waiting too long. The driver was clearly antsy, as if he'd be snatched up any second, but Finch kept pleasantly chatting away as if nothing at all was amiss.
When they broke the treeline, Finch sighed in relief upon seeing the giant having a well earned nap, stretched out in the sunlight like a very very large cat.
"I wouldn't worry about waking him." Finch assured the man as he unloaded the groceries as quietly as possible. "Firstly, he's been through a lot. He's exhausted, bless him." He didn't notice the annoyance of the driver that he wasn't helping, instead going into lecture mode, hands clasped behind his back. "Secondly, giants have quite the difference in circadian rhythm and the alternations between stages of sleep. For example…"
Thursday Night Football Thriller! Can a cowboy lasso a giant?
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Tumblr is dying so I turned Steve Quayle (spinda) into a pokemon should I turn Alex Jones into a pokemon too?
Hard Wired for Growth
With each playful touch of his nipples… he felt an overwhelming surge of energy erupt inside him.
“What are you doing!?” He yelled at his older brother…
His brother whispered in his ear “shhhh… just let this happen”. He’d always had sensitive nipples, however….he didn’t know they were the secret to unleashing his muscle beast potential. His nipples had always been pretty small, he’d sometimes get made fun of for having “dime sized nipples”. The sensation was so intoxicating he gave in to his brother completely … feeling blood rush through his body in pleasure as his nipples were flicked and tickled.
The nipple play excited him so much his body began to twitch and flex in pleasure. He’d completely succumbed to his brothers hypnotic rubbing… his body tensed and felt as if it were GROWING. He couldn’t believe it! He was GROWING!! “Fuck yeah!” He exclaimed as he felt his frame tense and stretch. Muscles pumping full….His cock was the first noticeable change. His bulge growing so fast you could hear the fabric of his shorts start to tear. His brother began rubbing more sensually… his little muscle god brother began widening and expanding. He started spitting on his brothers nipples from behind, enhancing the stimulation. This only encouraged the growth. His chest expanded rapidly, each pec pumped fuller than ever before. His erect nipples growing with his expanding body. His shirt tore to pieces. The older brother saw his younger brothers body change… he felt his muscles swell and grow in his arms…as he continued to stimulate his nipples (which were now bigger than silver dollars)
“Yes.. this is what I’ve been waiting for!” He shouted! “I want you BIGGER! I’LL MAKE YOU ENORMOUS!!”.
Soon his brother was so wide and thick… he could no longer reach around his body. He came to the front of him, face to face… (well, chest to face.. his brother had gained height during all of this) The older brother stared at his bros new physique… and immediately lunged his face into the muscular pecs, licking his brothers nipples , sucking on them… feeling them grow in his mouth. At this point the giant growing boy had fallen on his back. His brother laying on top of him rubbing and pleasing his nipples relentlessly. Spitting on them… biting them…he was ravenous. The growing boy loved every second of it! His body kept growing with every wave of nipple stimulation. Laying in their living room … his body elongated…Bursting through all his clothing and spreading across the living room floor. His nipples were now the size of frisbees. His giant muscle body was sweating profusely, soaking the carpet with his masculine godly fluids. He felt his nipples become fully erect.. they were gigantic. The tips stood up several inches off his gigantic chest. His cock began to rise … pointing straight up in the air. The god’s cock was as large as his brothers body who was sitting on the growing gods stomach, using his entire body to stimulate his titan nipples. The giant’s cock grew taller and taller until it fell back towards the giants chest, pinning his brother little body between his gigantic cock and his still-growing body. The gigantic cock was Leaking pre cum onto his expansive chest, he began to rub the pre cum over his nipples. Lathering them in his warm liquid manhood… his older (tiny bodied) brother could no longer take care of the gods nipples. He was too small. He managed to escape the weight of the cock that fell onto him. He rolled away and fell to the giants side.
Suddenly, walls began to collapse around them. Neither of them cared. The house could not contain this burning pleasure .. the body of a muscle god, the desire to GROW. The house didn’t matter. All that mattered was his size! The giant stood up and looked down at what was once his house. He didn’t care that it was destroyed.. he only cared about growing. He stood there for a moment, posing and flexing. His prominent chest seemed to still be swelling. His nipples were on fire… he admired his new form. He then saw his brother on the ground. He picked him up, lifting his little body up to his chest. His nipples still burning with pleasure… he instinctively forced his brothers mouth onto the tip of his satellite dish nipples. He felt his pecs swell and his nipples begin to leak fluid. He fed his brother… until he was filled with the god’s juices… he could not fit any more of his brothers milk into his stomach.
His tiny brother began to tremble and surge … his body expanding with growth. The beasts milk pulsing through his body…. forcing him to burst with growth….each growth spurt made him hungrier…he demanded to be fed by his brothers god like muscle breasts. Soon he was tall enough to suck the milk out on his own. Each feeding made him bigger and bigger… taller, stronger, and horny… he fed until he surpassed his younger brother in height and size. His cock was larger too. This was what he’d wanted all along. Sucking his brothers milk gave him so much strength and god like size. He roared in ecstasy… admiring his giant growing body! “MORE! Feed ME MORE!!!”….his hunger was unstoppable. Feeling every muscle swell and pulse, he grew so large he must have been 100 ft tall. He stood next to his brother, both of them were giants. But he was bigger. Much bigger….His body shooting up so fast, pleasure in every spurt of growth. His voice was so deep it was nearly unrecognizable. His cock was 12 feet long at least… hard and dripping pre cum onto his now smaller brothers face. Without hesitation the smaller brother knelt down and began sucking the enormous rod. Unknowingly destroying more of the surrounding neighborhood. The brothers didn’t notice the people watching them, or the police force that had gathered.
He looked down at his muscle god brother… both of them still expanding. Their bodies pushing homes and cars to the side. He looked at the god of a man who was sucking his cock. He watched him pleasure his beast dick, amazed at how deep it went into his throat. Gagging on it, his spit soaking people below them.
The older brother pulled his brothers face off his cock, looking down into his horny ravenous eyes… he began to flex his pecs… bouncing them hypnotically. His younger brother watching eagerly… He began to moan and roar… his giant masculine energy could be felt miles away. His own nipples now becoming wet with milk… filling his pecs so full it felt like they’d burst! Filled with the milk of the gods. The key to godhood flowing inside his chest!!
“I see you’re hungry, little bro… but I don’t think my cock has what you need.” As he spoke, his chest surged…his pecs and nipples swelled to epic proportions. It felt like cum was about to burst from his gigantic erect nipples. Clear fluid oozing from his nipples, dripping like pre cum down his chest. He became intoxicated with the idea of continuous endless growth and knowing he had that power literally boiling within him. He smiled, lifted his brother up to his chest and said “Now it’s your turn to eat”… I want you bigger. We’ll be unstoppable…
They became engrossed with feeding one another and growing larger. Their entangled bodies rolling over neighborhoods, unknowingly leaking milk onto unsuspecting people below… To be continued?
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Nap Time 😴💤
The fact that I drew this is throwing me 😭
Normally I draw quick, but I actually decided to just sit and draw since I couldn't go to work
4-5 HRS. (I'm guessing)
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Anyway-- I like it a lot -
Ive finally started the writing process to create a romantic comic… but about love bombing and toxic love. Still figuring out the designs but I’m happy with the results. I need more monster boy romance so I decided to make my own. NSFW ahead btw. I’m really shy about it lol
My main characters are Morpheus and Vivianne. Last photo doesn’t have a name yet
I'm in this picture 😁
I love this meme template, and I have SO many ideas for G/T memes!!
