Big Boy Growth

An eerie silence settled on Pete as he blinked. The world was bright all around him. He could see in intensely blue sky and a dazzling sun was reflecting off the ground. He himself was bathed in shadow. Dust was settling in the air and he coughed as it tickled his throat. Lifting himself up from his prone position up onto his elbows, he looked around him at the rubble and debris that had been the Sixth Precinct building. What had happened? That eerie silence was now being replaced by a ringing in his ears that bored into his skull. He blinked again trying to regain his focus. He could see patrol cars littering the surface of the ground. The ground seemed to be moving. It was barely perceptible, almost like when you are on a huge ship or a ferry; you only notice you’re moving when you stop. Despite being in the shade the ground was warm. As he pushed himself up he recoiled. The ground was warm. It was, in some ways soft, and it had a smell… a bodily smell. He looked up and around again. Despite being covered in debris the ground seemed to rise up as it moved away from him. It was radiant like tanned flesh. He could see roll, and then an overhang and nipples… Pete gave a sharp cry. It was a chest. He could see pecs and huge defined abdominals. if they were rising up in front of him then… He spun around, flipping onto his back. Above him, towering into the sky, was an enormous erection. A monument to manhood, veined and throbbing. It was casting a shadow over him and a number of vehicles. He could almost feel the blood pumping through it. Turning again he looked up and up, past the chest to a face. Masculine, clean shaven, both stern and amused, looking out beyond him. What happened next almost stopped Pete’s heart. The behemoth did what any man would do with his morning wood. A huge hand arced through the sky and grabbed the monolith with gentle familiarity. It began to pump. Pete cried as the ground below him began to rock.