The Tank

by Tereshky

Brian Salk is known worldwide as a billionaire tech entrepreneur with a passion for body building, but he’s got a secret no one can know about. There’s more behind his famous physique than lifting weights and that makes him a nightmare for the criminal underworld. Can he balance his personal and professional life with his behemoth alter ego?

Added: 11 Jan 2020 Updated: 14 Nov 2020 5,860 words 7,084 views 4.6 stars (8 votes)

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Brian Salk was walking down the street in a tight-fitting T-shirt, the kind that clung to him so snugly that you could see all of his muscles beautifully pressed against the fabric. People who saw him thought he lived a charmed life as one of the world’s youngest self-made billionaires, at 25 he was the latest wonder kid to make it big in the tech industry. He was on the cover of magazines and billboards. The media was taken by his other talents as well, particularly his prowess as a body builder. Shirtless photos of “the Billion Dollar Six Pack” were everywhere. That combined with his ability to speak 10 languages, play piano and violin like a virtuoso, and his status as a chess master made him into quite the modern-day renaissance man.

Brian didn’t mind the attention. He liked people checking him out. It was the closest he could get to imagining what being in a relationship was like. His father, to whom he felt he owed everything, did not approve of his son being in a relationship, not because he was gay. His sexuality was common knowledge and all of his “brothers” were (something that was not common knowledge). Rather he and the old man shared a secret, the key to all of Brian’s successes. A secret that if the world were to know, could end Brian’s freedom forever.

Brian was the last of the “Children of AIM” (AIM being the Army Institute of Mutagenesis). A military agency devoted to the development of the American Supersoldier. After a disaster that led to the catastrophic quarantine of an entire town, and the “loss” of one of the founders of the program, the project was deemed as too dangerous to continue.

The three remaining super soldier subjects or, “Children of AIM” as they were known, were sent to various families within the United States to be raised as normal children. However, Dr. Gregory Salk was unable to say goodbye to the child he had created undertook to raise the boy as his own son and hone his abilities for the good of humanity. His superior intelligence and athletic prowess were the result of billions of dollars of secret investment. But Brian had abilities that went far beyond that.

As a gift from his treatments at AIM, he could change his body size and musculature at will, a skill that would have made him nearly invincible on the battlefield. As he was now a free man, that particular talent was no longer strictly needed. It did however come in handy in another of Brian’s hobbies. You see, Brian always felt the need to give back to society, so he led another life, the life of a crime fighting hero. A life that was about to be tested once again.

“Hey Brian!” came a familiar voice.

“Huh?” he said, looking around. “Oh! Hey Jake!” Jake’s father owned a bank and as his son, he managed all of his charitable work. Being a philanthropist himself, Brian ran into him all the time, which was torture because Jake was the most gorgeous man that he had ever seen and the young billionaire was head over heels for him. To make matters worse Jake was openly gay and single. Brian hated having to keep his feelings a secret.

To be fair, Brian only thought he was keeping it a secret. Anyone with half a brain could see the way he blushed whenever Jake walked in a room or fumbled for words. Or the way his package bulged up whenever Jake touched him. “I was just grabbing some coffee big guy,” Jake said, walking over, casually placing a hand on his friend. “You want to join?”

“Yeah well… I… uhhh coffee sounds nice… you ummm like coffee?” In truth he’d been on his way to a meeting but those fingers on his arm made him temporarily forget anything about that.

“Uh… yeah…” Jake chuckled. “We had coffee together at Autism Gala, and that cancer event before that. For a genius you’ve got a lousy memory.” He said gently prodding his large friend in the side.

“Oh right… yeah sorry…” he said, blushing and scratching the back of his head. Soon the thoughts began again. He had a condo in this neighborhood. He could just take Jake up there and they could have glorious…

“Earth to Brian.” His thoughts were interrupted by a slightly impatient Jake. “You want to join or…?”

“Oh… yeah… sure…” he stammered.

“Excellent.” Jake took Brian by the arm, effectively leading him like a puppy. The two walked a few blocks together and were having a great time enjoying their coffee when Brian’s highly engineered hearing picked up a disturbing sound.

“Gimmie da cash or I use your guts to paint dese bricks!” That was followed by the sound of someone pleading.

“Crap…” He pulled out his phone as cover. “Look I’m really sorry, I’ve got to run!”

“Always on the run…” Jake sighed.

Without another word Brian jumped up from the table. As soon as he was out of Jake’s line of vision he ducked into an empty alley and pulled a spandex wrestling mask from his back pocket and placed it over his head. Then he pulled off his shirt and pants, stuffing them away into the backpack that he always carried with him and hid it in a corner of the alley, revealing nothing but a tight stretchy bottom.

Clenching his teeth and concentrating on his body, his already impressive biceps began to bulge out, his famous six pack bulged into an eight pack, his back muscles went into a state of upheaval as his traps and delts began to broaden. His pecs ballooned out, forcing his nipples even lower. His clingy shorts were stretching against his inflating bubble butt and thighs. He was becoming… The Tank.

As his body swelled with more and more muscle he began to grow taller, passing 6’ 6’’ then seven feet. The rush of power flowing through his veins was incredible as pound after pound filled into his body. He passed the 8-foot mark with 800 pounds of raw muscle with arms and legs the size of tree trunks, abs bulging out like grapefruits, with lats that pushed his arms outward.

Time for action. He bounded away after the sound, leaping over the street as agile as a deer, darting from alley to alley as if he were flying until he came upon what he was looking for. Three guys had a Somali immigrant pinned to the wall. “I told ya, if ya don’t buy de insurance in dis country, bad t’ings can happen!”

“Please… I wont have enough to feed my kids if I pay that much!” he begged.

“Sounds like your company needs to go out of business.” It wasn’t the best line but Brian was working on that part of the job.

“What da hell?” One of the thugs looked up just a trash can came hurtling at them, knocking two of them off their feet. The remaining one looked up at the behemoth standing before him and realized his worst nightmare had found him. The bulging, masked goliath took a few steps toward him. “De Tank…” he muttered, legs shaking like noodles, and pulled out a gun. Before he could get off a shot, The Tank had slammed a massive elbow into his gut, sending him flying into a nearby chain link fence.

He turned to the immigrant. “Get out of here!” But there was no need for that. He’d already taken off down the alley. Brian reached down to the two thugs he’d knocked down with the trash can and picked them up by their shirts.

“Now I want to get one thing clear with you punks.” He growled, his voice deep and booming. “There’s gonna be no insurance racket in this town as long as I have anything to say about it. So if I see you again you better have a new occupation.” Suddenly there was a loud bang and flash of pain in his left arm. He knew it instantly, he’d been shot… again. The man he’d knocked into the fence had gotten up and pulled out another gun.

He effortlessly hurled the two miscreants on top of his assailant and walked over to the pile and picked up the dropped hand gun as a steady trickle of blood ran down his arm. “You know, that just pisses me off,” he said crushing the weapon in his other hand. “You better be pretty glad I’m not like you.” He said dropping the useless pile of metal.

Unhooking a belt from his waist, he stretched it out and wrapped around the three of them. “That ought to hold you.” He said clipping it together, causing a light to begin to flash. Once locked it was nearly impossible for them to get out. The homing beacon would alert the police, and an electronic USB stick would play a recording of the event. He might even make the news tonight, he thought as he bounded away back to the alley where he had dumped his clothes.

When he got there, he flexed his arm until the bullet popped out. They never went in very deep. Shrinking back down to his usual size, he pulled a compression bandage out of the backpack and wrapped it around his arm. Bullets didn’t do much damage when he was ‘tanked out’ (as he liked to call it) and his modified body was pretty good at healing without a scar but they did hurt. It was like getting stung by a giant hornet.

Quickly getting his clothes on he headed up to the condo he owned in the neighborhood to get cleaned up, sending an email to his colleagues that he was sorry to have missed the meeting. He had five new text messages but one of them in particular was difficult to answer. It was from Jake.

“See you around, handsome. Maybe one day you won’t be too busy to hang out.” It bit him to the core. He felt like he would have given anything to have been able to finish that cup of coffee with him. ‘But then that man might not have been able to go home to his kids.’ He heard his father’s voice in his head.

That evening, his walk back to Mid Town where he and his father made their primary dwelling on several floors of a skyscraper was a lonely one.

“You really could have built me to make the bullets hurt less,” he told his father Gregory that night as the 65-year-old gently attended to the wound.

The old man laughed. “You should have seen how some of the other super soldiers reacted. Some of them had better healing than you do and they would scream and run away at the mere sight of a gun.”

“Maybe that’s what I should do,” Brian grumbled.

“You’re the one who chose to be ‘The Tank’. I would have been just as happy for you to devote your life to computers, arts or science,” his father said. “But I’m proud of you. Every person you save makes my life’s work seem more worthwhile.” He smiled and then added, “Also if you wouldn’t grow so large you wouldn’t make such an easy target. I’m sure you don’t have to be so massive to deal with street thugs.”

Brian chuckled. “Do you want to take away the one really fun part of my life?”

His father sighed. “I suppose not.”

“I met Jake today for a coffee.” Brian threw in as casually as he could.

“Oh? How’s his family doing. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen his father.”

“They’re fine I guess. I… mostly forgot to ask,” Brian said with a sigh. “You know… we do a lot of charity work, we should plan an event with them or…”

“Brian…” his father said, sealing the wound with a special adhesive he’d invented for his son. “Is that really a good idea? I know how you feel about him. There is such a thing as tormenting yourself for no reason.”

“Well I wouldn’t have to torture myself if you’d let me see him,” Brian retorted.

“And what would he think of us?” Gregory said, “What would he think of our life?! Of who and what you really are?” He sighed and patted his son on his uninjured shoulder. “The army is clear on this. If people find out about AIM through you, they will ‘reposess’ you. It took everything in my power to get them to release you to me when you were 18 months old… I don’t have the connections that I used to have.”

“Well what if he doesn’t know?” Brian asked. “I don’t have to tell him!”

“Son you grow in your sleep sometimes… It took me four months to design a bed that you wouldn’t break when you were 12. When you get too “excited” you start to morph. These are things you just can’t hide from a partner.”

“Well, why can’t you just fix those things?” Brian said. “You come up with solutions to everything else.”

“I gave you a mind easily a match for mine, and it’s still young and in its prime. If anyone could fix the kinks of the super soldier program it would be you,” Gregory said. “But I think that Pandora’s box is left closed. You are the last of them… and the most functional I might add.” He said with a bit of pride.

“Right now I’d give anything to just be normal. To finally know what it’s like to truly be with someone,” Brian muttered.

“I know it’s hard… I’ve had to make the same sacrifices you have. You’re all I’ve got.”

The big guy heaved a remorseful sigh. “I’m sorry Father. You’re right.”

“Why don’t you stay in tonight.” His father said, patting him on the back. “You’ve done enough for one day. I’ve got something I need to work on in the lab.” Brian was left alone to look out over the city lights. While he was designed to easily be able to go many nights without sleep, and he often did, this particular day felt like it needed to end. So he went to bed.

That night he tossed around in his sleep. His dreams were troubled by visions of masked men dressed in black, hunting him down. He jerked himself awake in bed with a loud “No!” and looked down at his swollen body, buffed up by the fear in his nightmare. The pounding of his heart echoed his head. He’d only gained about 100 pounds in his sleep this time. “Perhaps Dad’s right… I just can’t control this.”

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. “Uh… yes?”

The door opened and to his shock, Jake stepped into the room. “I heard you shouting and I thought you might need some company.”

“How… how did you get in here?” Brian stammered pulling the sheets over his naked body. His dream growth shredded anything comfortable he could sleep in.

“Does it matter? I’m here now,” he said walking over to the bed. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No… no… I just don’t get…” Brian was fumbling with his words as Jake pulled off his shirt and began to crawl on top of the sheets over to him. He’d seen that lovely chest before, at socials where there was a pool. His cock was throbbing, he’d wanted to touch that body so often and here it was crawling into his bed.

Jake climbed onto of his massive target and straddled him before licking those massive pecs which began to swell under his touch. “Fuck… no! I can’t… not in front of… awww fuck.” It felt so good. Jake pressed his lips against Brian’s’ and massaged those nipples as his inflating pecs pushed them downward.

“Mmmmm, that’s a neat trick. Why didn’t you tell me about it before?” Jake said licking Brian’s traps, making their veins pop out as they bulged into his face.

“Didn’t… think… you’d understand…” Brian said, gently pulling down Jake’s pants so he could feel that luscious ass of his.

“I only understand that I’ve never wanted anything more,” Jake said, pulling down the sheets and driving his cock into Brian’s massive abs.

“God, you’re incredible,” Brian moaned as his abs bulged around the cock that was riding up and down the slit between them. “Wanted this for so long,” he said, growing taller as the man he’d wanted to be with more than any other began to move up and down his massive frame. His balls began to swell larger than fists as his cock began to grow, poking Jake in the back.

“Seems like someone’s ready to play,” Jake said reaching and stroking the massive rod.

“Never… done this… before,” Brian moaned.

“Let me show you how it’s done,” Jake whispered and mounted the giant member and slowly slid himself down on it. Brian’s balls were so excited that they began to swell like mad first to cantaloupes then to basketballs. His cock grew to 24’’ and Jake had to balance himself on the giant balls to ride it.

Brian could feel his ass expanding into an enormous bubble butt. Jake took notice and reached down to squeeze it while he could still reach it. His fingers spread the massive ass cheeks expanded in his hand.

The reinforced bed was beginning to creak and strain under the new weight as Brian’s biceps grew larger than Jake’s entire torso. He passed 8’ 6’’ as his balls swelled to the size of beach balls. Each of his massive pecs weighed over 100 pounds of raw muscle as he bounced them in delight. Jake felt the expanding lats pushing even further out from Brian’s massive sides. As he was skewered on the enormous dick like a toy.

Pre-cum started to gush out of that giant cock, overflowing Jake’s ass and spilling out down his enormous shaft, completely soaking the bed. “Awww fuck I’m gonna cum!” Brian shouted when suddenly an alarm went off.

He opened his eyes as one of his massive balls slid off the cum soaked bed and bounced onto the floor, stretching his sweaty nutsack. A jet of cum blasted him in the face as his balls unloaded onto no one but himself. He was alone it had been a wet dream. His body had expanded so much that the bed alarm had gone off to wake him. Brian had passed the 1000-pound safety limit. He coughed a little as another massive blast of cum covered his face and chest in spunk.

He laid there panting for a moment, unable to shrink just yet. The hottest thing he’d ever imagined had just happened and it wasn’t even real. He idly rubbed his cum soaked nipple wishing so hard that Jake could be there but he’d proven his father’s point. As globs of jizz rolled down the bedsides he realized that being intimate with anyone was going to mean revealing his true identity.
“So… as you can see quarterly earnings beat out projections by 5% if we include the…” Brian Salk sat at the end of the boardroom table. His eyes focused on the power point presentation in front of him but his mind was a million miles away. His assistant could tell he was going to have to recap everything for him later.

His mind was filled with the sound of waves. Against his father’s objections he had joined his friends on a trip down to Costa Rica for a few days. It’s not that Gregory had an aversion to his son taking recreation time. On the contrary, he was constantly suggesting the wonder-kid work less. However, this was a naked attempt to spend more time with Jake. The old scientist had worked up an inhibitor to attempt to keep Brian’s growth under control but such things were never fool-proof. He’d been warned that too much excitement could overpower the compound.

However, the trip had gone without incident and the only damage to Brian was his inability to stop thinking about it. One late afternoon in particular was etched in his brain: the feel of the warm water gently lapping against his feet, the sound of the palms and the waves, the gorgeous boy laying in the sand next to him. Their friends had wandered off to a party and left him and Jake to talk. He had no memory of what they were saying, but time had seemed to stand still when his friend gently tickled the palm of his hand.

Their fingers had intertwined and as the sun sank behind some trees Jake’s sandy arm had slid across his pecs and their lips had touched for the first time. Brian could still remember exactly the rush of folding his arms over him as their legs became tangled. Suddenly Brian’s pecs began to swell slightly. In the heat of the moment, Jake had just assumed he was flexing. Quickly Brian set Jake down in the sand and ran into the water.

Though he was thousands of miles away, the voice of his father was blaring in his mind, “You need to be more cautious”. How could they be happy together without his secret getting in the way? How could they even be intimate? As he splashed around in the cool water he felt his chest shrinking back to its correct size. He remembered the look of surprise and disappointment on Jake’s face.

“What’s the matter Brian? Didn’t you like it?”

“Brian?”

He felt his assistant nudging him from the side. He looked up from the mahogany table that he had apparently been staring at for the last five minutes. His CFO had asked him a question and was waiting for a response. “We had talked about this buy back program last week. Is there something you’ve changed your mind about?”

“Oh… yeah it’s fine. Great work,” he said.


Later that evening Ryan was sitting in the lab at home while Carly Armstrong, his Australian assistant fitted his arm with a device. She was in her thirties, a disillusioned scientist that his father had managed to poach from the remnants of AIM in recent years. “Ugh, why did I do that to him?”

“Oh, don’t worry about Keith, he’ll get over it,” she said, referring to the CFO.

“I meant Jake. I had him right here,” he said holding his hands out. “Then I just put him down.” He felt closer to Carly than he did any of the other scientists on his team, apart from his father. It took a team of five to remove any unexpected hiccups that arose from Ryan’s peculiar biology. They were all recruits from AIM.

“Oh Brian, things aren’t so bad. It’s not like you chucked him into the ocean. You just stopped kissing and went for a beer,” Carly said. “Sounds like a wonderful evening to me.”

“He’s going to think I hate him.”

“Well… I’m sure he was a bit confused. But if he likes you I’m sure…”

“What?” Brian said. “He’ll just hang around forever, not knowing what’s going on, until we find a way to fix this?”

“Well that’s what we’re doing isn’t it?” Carly said. “This band will monitor your bicep for growth and the miniature SIMS device will sample your skin for the chemicals that you’re emitting. If we can detect different compounds from those emitted by voluntary growth, we can make a more specific inhibitor to stop you when you get excited. Giving you more of a normal life.”

“Well hopefully I can give you enough data tonight when I bust the Saleros tonight.” The Saleros were a gang who had been moving narcotics from the port using an old recycling plant as a cover.

“Just don’t get this thing shot up,” she said, patting the device. “It’s not indestructible. I didn’t get your father’s permission for this experiment and I don’t to have to explain what we were doing before I have some results.”

“Got it,” Brian said. “Where is he, anyway?”

“He’s at Cornell, visiting a friend.”


The night was dark as Brian made his way down to the Solero recycling plant. It was just across the Hudson. The Solero family had set up a nice side business for themselves using the facility to transport narcotics from the port to the rest of the country using garbage that could then be innocently driven across state lines. At least that’s what all of the evidence pointed to. With the police refusing to get involved, (they still weren’t comfortable taking leads from a vigilante) it was time for The Tank to bust them up.

He had taken a small boat out of the city before applying his mask in the darkness on the water. Pulling off his clothes revealed an all-black spandex suit to help conceal him in the darkness. As the boat puttered down the river the old plant loomed up in the distance. Eventually he tied the boat up to some trees along the river. Hiding it wasn’t going to be difficult tonight. There was no moon. Walking up to rusty barbwire crowned fence, he could see the lights were still on inside the old plant. “A little late to be taking out the garbage…”

Backing up from the fence, his muscles began to expand against the tight black suit, the fabric silently stretching, clinging to his bulging mass like a condom. The elastic straps of his backpack stretched against his traps, delts, and lats. His thighs grew until they rubbed against each other as he doubled in size. Taking a few steps back he leaped into the air, using his additional strength to easily clear the fence and tumbled with a roll to the ground in the middle of the parking lot.

Swiftly, he raced for the shadows of the building across the exposed asphalt under the blazing glare of a dozen LED streetlights. Reaching the wall he waited to see if anyone had spotted him, his massive pecs heaving with every nervous breath. This was always the worst part of a sting, not knowing what he was about to encounter. He had memorized the layout of the plant but who knew how many people would be in there.

Moving to a dark place under a window he pulled a listening device out from his back pack, attached a mic to the nearest pane, and the receiver end to his ear. Inside there were three men loading a garbage truck with milk jugs filled with heroin. Two men were having a discussion near the cab.

“This one’s bound for Cleveland.”

“Fuck, man… All the way out there? How soon till it’s all loaded up? At this rate I won’t get to sleep tonight.”

“You can sleep once you’ve delivered the goods.”

“This job sucks sometimes.”

“Well, maybe I can offer you a way to retire.” They both looked up in time to see a trash can hurtling their way, exploding with garbage as it impacted one of them. Everyone looked to see the Tank standing on the floor. The window above him stood agape from where he had dropped in.

“Ah crap, we gotta deal with this freak show!?” someone shouted.

Shots rang out but the Tank had already jumped into the air, his powerful 400-pound body landed on top of a thug with a gun, knocking him out instantly. Another guy came out of nowhere with a pipe but a swift kick to the stomach sent him flying. With his adrenaline rushing, he didn’t notice that his body had started to swell. Before he knew it he’d put on 100 pounds and his tight suit was starting to ride up his forearms and shins.

As his muscles throbbed against the tight fabric, he noticed a group of guys with guns running from around a garbage truck. Quick as a striking cobra, he grabbed a crate and hurled it into them, which shattered on the ground, sending metal car parts flying everywhere, knocking them down like bowling pins. It was such a rush, his balls started to swell and tingling sensation ran up and down his cock.

As his pecs pushed the skin suit out even more, pulling the sleeves up to his elbows, he grabbed two guys and slammed them together. “Felon sandwich,” he said, deciding that he needed to work on his snarky quips. His monster nips were perfectly silhouetted against the black material, as they protruded out even farther.

He turned to face three guys with crow bars but instead of swinging they stared at him and dropped their weapons and turned to run. “Smart… move…?” Suddenly he realized that what they had been staring at was not his tremendous size but his two foot cock that had worked its way out of his suit, which was pulled so tight on him that his bottom rows of abs were exposed. The tingling feeling down there had been a breeze.

“Awww fuck… really? Not how I wanted to be intimidating…” His growth control problems had struck again.

A loud bang distracted him from his anaconda. Looking up from his massive wardrobe malfunction, he noticed the ring leader had slid open a large metal door and was closing it again behind him. “Oh no you don’t,” he said stuffing his dick back into his bulging outfit. Bounding to the door he swung it open with ease and jumped inside.

The room was dark, there was no sign of anyone inside and he couldn’t tell how the man would have gotten out. He reached for his back pack for a light and realized that his arms and chest had swelled so much that one of the straps had snapped. The second he had the flash light in his hand the sliding metal door shut with a clang. He pulled against it but it wouldn’t budge.

“Glad to see you found the trash compactor,” a voice shouted from the other side of the door. “I think we’ll call it the ‘Tank Recycler’ from now on.” Brian pounded on the metal with all his strength, bending the steel but the door didn’t budge. “Why you so mad? You’re not the one who’s gonna have to clean up the mess.” And with that the machine roared into life and the walls began to move in.

Shining the light around, Brian struggled to find the door where the other man had used to get out but to his dismay it was already half covered by the advancing wall. By the time he reached it, the steal barrier had almost made it disappear. He threw himself against the advancing piston with all of his strength, bulging his muscles to get stronger but the giant machine just pushed him back. He knew another one was behind him moving in his direction. Was this how things were going to end?

Then in a moment of panic he felt it, the other end of the crusher. He was out of time. The surge of adrenaline was more than he had ever felt in his life. His heart was beating out of his chest, which felt more constrained by his suit than it ever had before. He realized he was growing. His massive pecs exploded out of the skin tight material as his biceps ballooned in size. His ass and thighs ripped through the bottom half of the outfit leaving him completely naked as his body continued to gain mass.

His arm grew larger than a tree trunk, snapping the remaining strap of his pack and his monitoring device. The metal vice was closing in on him from both sides, squeezing his growing body. The machine began to whine as more force was applied to crush him but his swelling mass was pushing back forcing the hydraulics to move in the wrong direction. The pipes began to burst as 3,000 pounds of muscle expanded inside of it.

Outside the crew saw the hydraulic fluid spraying all over the place. The machine couldn’t crush him. People began to run, thinking it was going to blow. A loud bang thundered throughout the building as the Tank’s massive body burst from the metal enclosure, he was the size of an elephant. People were running out through every door in the building, so no one noticed that his mask had come lose.

Brian stood there listening to the Soleros making their escape. Their vehicles were peeling out of the lot. He looked down at his massive naked body that had already begun to shrink. “Holy crap.” He had never been so massive in his life. He couldn’t have made himself that big if he tried. His life had never been in that kind of danger before and for once he was grateful for his uncontrolled growth spurts. As the sounds died down he heard his radio chattering.

“Tank… Tank… we lost your signal. Your device isn’t recording anything are you all right.” It was coming from the ruins of the trash compactor.

He rummaged through the wreckage to find his stuff. “Yes, I’m fine. I just had a little… accident.”

“Your readings went crazy and then we got nothing.”

“Yeah, well…”

“Explain later, the cops are heading your way. Abort the mission.”

Brian looked around. That was the most sensible course of action of course. He was completely naked. His stuff was broken and he needed to find some place to shrink before he could get home.

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