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Executive Takeover - Part 1 (Commission for Won)
🕑 Added 2022-01-03 13:17:59 +0000 UTCTAGS: M/M, Growth/Expansion, Macro Growth, Ascension/Godlike
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By all accounts, that was meant to be a perfectly normal day. Even for the two massive hunks who regularly met together to discuss matter of variable importance, the moment they got out of bed was indistinguishable from all other such events in the past: they woke up, they stretched, they tried to come up with excuses as to why they shouldn’t have to go to the office that day, then finally dragged themselves off the mattress and into the bathroom to get ready for another shift’s worth of mindless, monotonous meetings and boring minutiae. Really, it was them getting together at lunch that made the days even remotely bearable; while they couldn’t complain about the paycheck, they could certainly find plenty of things to gripe about when it came to what they had to do to earn it, especially when it came down to the amount of hours spent out of their workplace having to deal with the fallout of someone inevitable screwing up in some new, inventive manner. The high-flying world of corporate executives turned out to be significantly less glamorous than either Rex or Won had anticipated, but at the very least, they still had each other; and, just like every other day, as soon as they had an opening in their schedule to get some lunch together, that was the first thing they did: run back to their cars, set the watch on a timer, and meet at that Italian place halfway between their workplaces so they could have a good hour together where they didn’t need to worry about anything other than their own company. And, just like every other day, they parked their cars next to one another, got out, exchanged some pleasantries, and promptly walked into the restaurant shoulder-to-shoulder, wide smiles on their faces. It was all they could hope for in a drab and dreary day, hence why the sudden changes that came to affect them went entirely unnoticed for the first few minutes of the transformation. Really, it was almost impossible to blame them for not realizing what was happening; after a whole morning of being forced to listen to yet more boring discussions on sales figures and corporate obligations, being able to talk with someone they truly and deeply cared for, even if it was about the most random and unimportant topics available, was an absolute godsend. Thus, it was only natural that neither Won nor Rex really noticed when their clothes began to strain, or when their pants started to feel tighter than they used to be; they attributed this to mere mild discomfort, the result of having been stuck in meeting rooms for several hours already. It was, after all, perfectly ordinary for them to develop cramps, especially given how big they were compared to their coworkers; if it was hard enough on people whose offices were designed for their sizes, one could only imagine the sheer degree of discomfort that both the tiger and werewolf had to experience on a regular basis, given that their immense frames made it difficult for their respective companies to fund anything in the way of creature comforts. Tight chairs and tighter spaces, a sharp contrast with that restaurant, which was happy to have a booth just for the two of them, seeing as they at least understood the value of their customers. Still, the two were there to unwind, not get progressively more upset at their corporate overlords, and so they carried on eating some truly delicious spaghetti carbonara, unaware of what was going on with them… at least, at first. Much as both Won and Rex wanted things to keep going as they always did, the universe at large had much different plans for them, especially since their refusal to pay attention forced the cosmos’ hand; it wouldn’t do for the two blessed ones to not even notice they were blessed, hence why the changes suddenly become a lot more noticeable, at least to everyone else around the two. Rex and Won were carrying on with their tradition of completely ignoring what was happening to them, even when their suits began to tear and the table between rattled underneath their burgeoning advance; the rest of the clientele, however, had their eyes drawn instantly to the sight of the two growing bodies sitting in the VIP booth: the torn seams on their clothes, the increasingly-wrecked shoes, the way their heads came closer to the ceiling with every passing moment… really, it was a wonder neither of the two came to see it, though it was very much just a matter of “when”, not “if”; even the best perceptual filter couldn’t last forever, and with both of the growing giants quickly reaching a point where their clothes exposed more skin and fur than they hid, the two had to take notice. Of course, they did so in their own unique way, in the sense that they both assumed they were just dreaming; it couldn’t possibly be real, and their mornings did go by in a haze, in the same way that one progressed through time in a dreamscape by merely skipping ahead the unimportant bits. It was, thus, perfectly believable that they were merely inside their own heads, that they hadn’t actually woken up and what they were seeing was a fabrication of a sleeping mind. It certainly made more sense than the alternative, and if that was the case, then why shouldn’t they take advantage of it? Won and Rex were both quite aware of what feelings they had for the other, and though they rarely had the time to go full-out during their real lives, there was nothing stopping them from doing so in this “dream” of theirs; extremely realistic, suspiciously so, but the alternative was impossible, thus leaving only the improbable. It was for that reason that they both carried on eating, believing that the best way of savouring their clearly-growing selves was to instead focus on savouring their food; it was a game they played, where maintaining normalcy was the main goal, and the imposition of the supernatural upon the universe at large made for the best enjoyment they could possibly imagine. Anyone could stomp their chests and proclaim themselves to be a growing god, and indeed the two of them would likely end up doing so eventually, but it took a special sort of mind to look at one’s body, notice it was inexplicably growing, and then carry on as if nothing had changed, all while exchanging glances with the one in front of them that made it clear they were well aware of what was happening. Plus, their “imaginations” were certainly… quite inventive. For a few moments, both men were even inclined to believe that they might actually be seeing something real, as the amount of detail that went into their burgeoning forms was unlike anything they’d seen in a dream before: every contour of one another’s body was faithfully reproduced, with just the right amount of additional muscle mass in just the right distribution to make it seem so real, like they could just reach out with their hand and touch it… so, why not? It was a dream, wasn’t it? They didn’t have to worry about it setting off a chain reaction that they couldn’t possibly stop, because even if it did, none of this was truly happening; if they wrecked through the entire restaurant, it would still be there in the morning when they woke up, as would everyone else there, so why bother holding back? Rex was the first one to take that step, being far too enamored with the notion of turning into a giant to hold back any further; he leaned forward, both hands on Won’s solid pecs, and tried his best to sink his fingers into his fellow colossus’ musculature. Predictably, he failed to do so; hard to get any leverage when the muscle mass underneath his fingertips was denser than steel and several times more resistant, sending shivers coursing up and down the tiger’s spine as he came to understand just how perfect Won’s body had become. Won himself wasn’t far behind, though at least he had the courtesy to allow Rex to have a taste before he moved in for his own; by that point, the table separating the two might as well not be there at all, given how easily the werewolf snapped it into twigs just by getting up from his ruined seat. The same could be said for the wall separating their booth from the one directly adjacent, which crumbled with minimal difficulty after the werewolf pinned the tiger to it (or tried to, at least), resulting in the two of them collapsing backwards with Won landing atop Rex with enough force to create a proper shockwave; the rest of the restaurant jumped at the impact, their eyes widening as they decided whether they should get up and leave, or stay and watch as the show unfurled before their very own eyes: two giants, growing even larger, absent any decent explanation, foreshadowing, or even the slightest warning, and somehow their heads didn’t immediately tell them to run. There was something mesmerizing about the sight, especially once the two bulky lovers’ forms began to intrude upon the rest of the restaurant’s floor space, pushing aside tables and chairs as easily as one would breathe away a layer of dust. Indeed, the world at large seemed to hold no barriers for those two, something onlookers only realized when it was a bit too late to avoid getting into contact with them. Then again, being able to touch the growing titans wasn’t altogether a bad experience; it might require the bystanders to jump at just the right moment that they could even cling onto the two’s swelling frames, but those that succeeded would quickly find themselves nearly sinking into so much raw muscle that their minds practically broke from the strain of comprehending it. No living being should ever be that big, could ever be that big; thus, they themselves must also be dreaming, for there was no other explanation for such a phenomenon. Woz and Rex, meanwhile, had already forgotten about whether or not they should even care about the reality of their situation; why bother concerning themselves with it when they could focus on enjoying one another to their fullest extent? Why waste time trying to understand what was going on when they could will themselves larger by raw desire alone? And not alone either; the experience would’ve been overwhelming by their lonesome, but sharing it with one another made it… transcendent. They were as gods, growing in such an insurmountably powerful manner that even the very building around them began crumbling before the might of their expanding frames, no longer capable of holding back the werewolf’s and tiger’s unrelenting, inexorable advance outwards. Inch after inch their forms swelled, burgeoning with muscle mass, packed onto itself as their figures were reshaped into the very figure of perfection… or, at least, what they themselves envisioned as being perfection itself. None would get to see it until they made their first emergence, however; while it would’ve been positively fantastic for them to make it as theatrical as possible, neither Rex nor Won were in any fit state of mind to think about presentation, not when their hands were too busy tracing each other’s solid contours or admiring how hard their muscles were, or how much they were becoming denser while packing on additional volume. There was a low, rumbling creaking permeating the air, as their forms struggled to hold all that they were becoming, the very cosmos itself fighting against their seemingly boundless growth and, by all means, failing at it spectacularly; it wouldn’t take long before the tiger and werewolf duo were smashing through the front windows and giving pedestrians outside something to think about, all while their paws smashed through the kitchen and back rooms of the restaurant at the same time. They seemed to be speeding up as well, which was just as fine as far as they cared; it was a dream, wasn’t it? It didn’t need to obey reason or logic, so long as it fulfilled their expectations and left them reeking of must at the end of it from just how heavily they poured with sweat (and other, assorted fluids) for the duration, waking up in a pool of manhood that left them feeling simultaneously overwhelmed and more powerful than ever before. So of course they didn’t care; of course Rex and Won both focused entirely on feeling one another become more and more gargantuan with every passing moment, of course they dedicated themselves fully to the pursuit of further size, even if this was done to the expense of everything around them. Nothing mattered, everything was permitted, and within five or so minutes of the first signs of growth, the whole building they were in came crashing around the two, all the way from the twentieth floor down to the very bottom. The two giants emerged from the wreckage, covered head to toe in a thick dusting of debris and plaster powder, as well as occasional shards of concrete or glass that failed to do anything other than pathetically cling onto them; they were too powerful to be injured, too powerful to fall prey to such simple things as building materials. They were colossi, titans, rulers of the land, and they were going to make sure damn near everyone knew that; this was made quite a bit easier thanks to how their new bodies allowed them to project their voices significantly further than before. Either because they had a better lung capacity or how the frequency had gotten so low that it approached on infra-sound, whenever either of them opened their muzzles to let loose a rumbling roar or a howl, the whole world around them shook and quivered, sometimes in fear, occasionally in awe, always as a result of the vibrations caused by their voices. They were as thunder, rolling through the sky and filling the ears of any within range, regardless of how much they might try to ignore them; they were as earthquakes, each motion creating shockwaves that coursed through the city and threatened to collapse multiple blocks merely by the two giants existing as living entities that just happened to move around. They were a natural disaster more so than anything else; forces of nature, exemplars of power, the avatars of the raw, chaotic energies of the primordial universe filled with the urge to grow, to expand, to consume, to dominate. All of which, in their minds, was entirely justified, since it was clearly just a dream; they both rapidly broke the hundred foot line, which was obviously impossible to do in real life, leaving fantasy as the only possible explanation. Granted, none of their dreams had ever been that vivid and detailed, but maybe they were just extra horny that night before bed, leading to such a wonderful demonstration of the power of the mind. Whatever the case, neither the tiger nor the werewolf were about to look a gift horse in mouth, so without much further ado, they both willed themselves larger. It was part of the exercise now, part of the process; they didn’t merely grow, they made themselves grow, as a testament to their dominion over both their forms and the universe at large. They wanted to become bigger, so they did, and the cosmos had better learn to adapt to it if it knew what was good for it; the cosmos had better learn how to grant them their wish, or else they would make certain reality learned of the punishment for disobeying its masters. Thus, while it had taken them both five minutes to go from their old size to large enough to break out of the whole building they were in, they only needed half as long to get to a point where they could easily stamp down on said building with a single paw, and half of that before they were looming over an entire city block with but a singular toe. An acceleration beyond that which they were usually accustomed to fantasizing about, but there was something about the process of becoming giants that truly unleashed something within them that neither one of the two had known was there to begin with; so often had they thought about what would happen if they were to undergo that exact same transformation, and so often did they sit and daydream at length about everything they would do. They believed themselves certain, knowledgeable even, of a process they could never go through. Yet now, with the reality of it sinking in (in a certain way, at least), both Won and Rex were becoming acutely aware that they were not prepared for the sort of sensation overload that came with the kind of growth they were experiencing, so much so that part of them began wondering if what they were going through wasn’t… real.
