A Miscalculation - Part 2 (Commission for @ThickGreenFluff)

TAGS: Alien Abduction, Growth, Slow Burn

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He didn’t dare hope for such a thing, and indeed assumed it was just a case of him growing tired after such futile escape attempts, but as he kept going, as he forced himself to try and pull his body away from the bed he was on, the more Thomas had to admit to himself that his restraints were growing less restrictive, which combined with the metallic creaking filling his ears, could only mean that he was, somehow, breaking out! Then again, if this were the case, then surely his captors would rush in and tranquilize him, no? If he was actually succeeding at physically freeing himself, then the zookeepers would’ve already ran into the room some time prior… so perhaps this was their plan? Maybe the energy bar, with its oddly restorative effects, was all part of their experimentation, and what he assumed had been an opening for an escape was actually little more than an opportunity for him to be studied; the first lizard did tell him he’d be undergoing a medical check-up, so maybe his captors wanted to see what he was capable of when he wasn’t starving and parched? Whatever the case may be, the drox wasn’t about to sit down and let the universe take everything from him; even if this was just another step of the aliens’ plan, he fully intended to make good use of it for his own ends, nevermind the fact that he didn’t exactly have any of the details thought through in his head. There was a general direction he wanted to go, and that was “anywhere but there”, and if he had to get physical to accomplish that, well, his captors would regret their decision to bring him back to peak physical condition; so he kept forcing his restraints, kept clenching his body and pulling on the metal rings, kept trying to break free, every extra inch of wiggle room feeling like a mile when it came to motivating him further. Despite how slow it was, there was progress being made, and that was all that mattered; eventually, the very first ring would budge, both ends of the semi-circle snapping free from the table and falling to the ground beside it, a dull thud heralding the end of its descent. With one of his arms closer to being free, Thomas stopped moving the rest of his body, focusing entirely on this one weak spot; all of his strength was directed at his right arm in the hopes of getting rid of the remaining two restraints, that he may use his then-free hand to help the rest of him along. It was odd, in a way; much like how he’d felt progressively stronger the more he fought against the table holding him back, Thomas couldn’t help but notice that forcing his arm out of the bind it was in became easier the more force he put behind it; it would’ve been easier to just assume it was because his restraints were loosened as a result of him bending him out of shape, but there was something… more, for lack of a better word. He couldn’t tell what, but his body was definitely different than it had been, most likely as a result of whatever those lizards did to him when he was still asleep, or hell, maybe even the energy bar or the IV drip; if the latter were true, he’d have to be careful not to rip it out, if only because he wasn’t about to say no to a strength boost right when he needed it the most. Yet, the conspicuous absence of any of his captors kept nagging at him; surely, the drox thought to himself as the last two rings were slowly pulled out, they should’ve been in there by then if the escape hadn’t been planned, which just left him thinking that all of this had been some sort of strength test, presumably because he’d be expected to do whatever the zoo felt like he should for entertainment purposes. Well, they had another thing coming entirely; as soon as his right arm arm was freed, it didn’t take much longer before Thomas almost instinctively brought his hand over to his forehead, grabbing the metal bar holding it down and near-effortlessly ripping it off, finally letting him get a good look around… and at himself. It took more than a few seconds for him to realize what he was looking at, since the angle wasn’ exactly the best one; his brain recognized that his proportions were off, but as he was still lying down, plus the fact that he might very well have been drugged, Thomas chose to believe that maybe it was just a trick of the eye. It took until he ripped apart every last restraint, then carefully moved off the table and onto the cold, hard ground, before the drox accepted what he already knew was the truth: he was bigger. Not bigger in the sense of being more muscular, though that would’ve explained how he freed himself so relatively easily, but just… larger, like his body had been placed under a magnification ray and grew outwards while maintaining his overall shape. Either that, or the rest of the room was significantly smaller than he thought it was, perhaps in a deliberate attempt at confusing him once he got up on his own two feet; even more puzzling was how the IV drip was already empty, despite the fact that it probably hadn’t been more than ten minutes since he was connected to it. Was his perception of time altered? Had he fallen unconscious in the process of freeing himself and just never realized it? Or was it all part of the aliens’ scheme to confuse and befuddle him, leaving him as an easier target for whenever they decided to move in and collar him? Whatever the case, the lizards still hadn’t done anything, which as far as Thomas cared, meant he had an opening; though he was still squeamish about it, he figured he might as well disconnect the drip, though he stopped short of removing the part that was actually shoved into his vein… mostly because the thought of taking it out made him feel like his skin was crawling and his fur was standing on end. He’d find someone else to do it, a medical professional who could safely get rid of it, just as soon as he figured out how to leave the room. It was a slight problem that Thomas hadn’t considered before, as he had simply assumed that approaching one of the walls would reveal a door, much like it had previously; of course, as soon as he tried and it yielded no results, that’s when he began thinking and realized that, if a civilization was advanced enough for interstellar travel, they were probably smart enough to have ID locks on something as basic as a doorway, and him, being effectively little more than live cargo, most likely lacked any sort of clearance. Thankfully, he was quite a bit larger than before (or so he assumed), so now that his body had broken the six-foot line, he could actually bring it to bear on obstacles! Granted, he’d be kicking down a wall rather than a door, but assuming those things were made of nano-goop like the drox thought they were, then trying to physically break through them would surely do something; maybe not something productive, but something nonetheless. A good five minutes later, Thomas was on the ground, panting and gasping for breath, after a succession of kicks and shoulder checks failed to accomplish anything other than leaving him bruised and so tired as to be unable to move properly; with his energy stores depleted, all he could do was look back and think on where he’d gone wrong, almost immediately berating himself for thinking that something as stupid as trying to bring down a wall without power tools would be even remotely feasible. What was worse was that the aliens still hadn’t come back to check on him even after he spent five minutes banging on the wall, which could only mean they were already watching him, or they were significantly sloppier than Thomas believed they could ever be. Alas, trapped as he was by his own exhaustion, there wasn’t much he could do besides wait for his body to recover, which was obviously why the universe decided to throw a curveball at him at that exact moment; despite his best efforts, the wall had refused to budge, and yet all it took was someone on the other side walking up to it for the door to reform again, right at the exact time where Thomas was too tired to get up and run through it. The same lizard that had given him his snack before came through (or at least the fox-dragon assumed it was the same one; they all looked conspicuously similar), looking about as annoyed as they did before; wordlessly, they dropped yet another energy bar on Thomas’ chest, before turning around and leaving unceremoniously, the door melting back into the wall until there was nothing but a smooth surface left behind. There it was, confirmation: his jailors were observing him, and the whole breakout had probably been staged by them to see how he would react to the opportunity. It felt dirty, in a way, like he was being played with on a level far more fundamental than he could stomach, a marionette on a stage… but no, he refused. He wouldn’t just be a plaything, he wasn’t going to lie there and take it like he had no choice in the matter; clearly, he was given the power bar so he could recover and try again, but he wouldn’t do it. Maybe that’s what they wanted, but at the very least, Thomas knew that he had one weapon in his arsenal that was guaranteed to get him results: apathy. If he was taken from his home to be a zoo exhibit, it stood to reason that his captors wanted him to be active, to move around and be their little plaything so they could take pictures and notes and nod along to whatever nonsense they cooked up. Thus, if he just sat in the corner and refused to do anything at all, he’d at least deprive them of their satisfaction, if nothing else; it was another small victory, but Thomas wasn’t about to complain, especially not if it pissed his jailors off. With a grin on his face, the drox took the energy bar and practically swallowed it whole, feeling positively famished after that impromptu workout; just like before, his aches quickly vanished, his breath and heartbeat stabilized, and his energy flooded back into him, bringing Thomas back to his feet so quickly that he almost forgot about what had literally just happened. He was back in action, ready for more, and if not for his brain kicking in at just the right moment to remind him of the past five minutes, he would’ve gone straight back to trying to kick the wall down. It certainly didn’t help that he suddenly felt incredibly hot, his body temperature skyrocketing without explanation, as if he was an overcharged battery and he just had to let all that pent-up power out somehow. Thomas practically buzzed with excitement, and very quickly lost track of what he had planned to do; he wasn’t even thinking of kicking anything anymore, instead deciding to pace around the room at a brisk pace, before breaking out into a sprint once he couldn’t take it any longer. He must’ve ran for what felt like hours, yet at no point did he feel even slightly tired; whatever was in the last energy bar must’ve been remarkably stronger than the ingredients in the first once, a suspicion that was all-but confirmed once Thomas felt the top of his head graze against the ceiling some time into his mad dash. Instantly, he froze, as if he’d gotten stuck and could move no longer; momentum seemed to vanish in that moment, when the sudden realization that he’d grown some more hit the drox like a sack of bricks. He refused to believe it at first; surely it was just a case of him taking a larger step than usual, or hopping to the next one, as there was no way he’d gotten so big that his head was literally touching the white panelling above it. So he took a tentative step, a test really, to see what happened… and almost immediately had to throw away whatever preconceptions he still held onto, because rather than the usual walking cycle, he could now feel the ceiling gently scraping against the top of his skull whenever he moved in any direction. It wasn’t enough to be an impediment, but he was clearly getting too big for the room he was in, to the point where his first instinct was to bend over and try and aim his shoulders at the ceiling instead, almost as if carrying the damned thing on them; it brought to mind a great number of ideas that left the drox blushing, but he quickly brushed them aside, knowing that of all the times, that one was not even remotely adequate to be having size fantasies. Granted, it’d be easier if he wasn’t still growing, as Thomas came to understand soon enough; he assumed that reaching the ceiling would be the end of it, even though he had no evidence for it, purely because it felt like it should. It was a milestone of sorts, becoming as tall as the room he was in, so clearly that end to end there… except, of course, it didn’t, and suddenly hunching over was less of an option he took of his own volition and far more of a requirement if he didn’t want to snap his spine in half. Before long, the drox had to actively fight against the ceiling itself, holding his two hands up to it as if that would do anything, while his body continued to burgeon outwards, leaving him close to kneeling by the time the growth spurt did actually stop; by his reckoning, and assuming the room he was in was comparable to the ones back home, he had to be at least twelve feet tall, if not slightly more, which had left him entirely unable to keep his back straight unless he lied down on the ground. Trying to stand would only result in him having to keep that hunched posture of his, unless of course he felt like squatting and then pushing his head through the ceiling panels through sheer force; the thought did occur to him, and Thomas did consider it for a few moments, but decided against it after remembering how useless his attempts at breaking down the wall had been previously. The last thing he needed was a cracked skull, and besides, wasn’t the plan to not give the aliens anything to work with? Wasn’t his plan to go sit in a corner and wait until his captors grew tired of it? That may have been the case, but now that he was so large, Thomas couldn’t help but feel that things had… changed. He didn’t know why, or how, or even in what way, but he was absolutely not the same person he had been just a couple of minutes prior; this new version of himself wasn’t just going to stand around doing nothing, wasn’t about to sit in the corner of the room and mope about because he just happened to be captured by a bunch of reptilian zookeepers. Even if his thoughts were in line with what his abductors wanted him to think, Thomas really couldn’t bring himself to care anymore; the growing had been confirmed, and now that it had, it had become a drug, one that he had to have more of, nevermind the fact that such a reaction was most likely what the aliens wanted out of him. Just as long as he got another one of those energy bars, presumably an extra-strength one that would let him become even bigger than before, then he’d go right ahead and land flat on his ass trying to pull off a somersault if that’s what they wanted; he needed the taste, needed the moment of realization where he saw that he’d become larger, and if they didn’t give it to him… well, if they refused to give it to him, then he’d just have to take it! Yes, of course, it all made sense to him: it wasn’t about his surrender to the extraterrestrials, nor was it about being a good little zoo pet nor even some pathetic attempt at a petty victory by depriving his captors of entertainment; it was about power and taking it into his hands, because clearly the planet he was on (assuming he was even on one) had the technology to make him bigger and bigger still, and given the lack of reaction from the extraterrestrials that were clearly watching him, they must think that things were under control! All the dragon-fox had to do was keep pretending that he was playing along, make-believe that he had been quickly turned into a more obedient little thing, to be put in a cage and made to dance like some sort of circus freak attraction; then, they’d probably give him more of the same substance that made him grow, letting him tilt the balance in his favour one energy bar at a time. Granted, it was highly probable that they’d stop feeding him the damned things after a certain point, but Thomas knew that, once that line was crossed, he could easily keep going and no one would be able to stop him; all he had to do was leave his jailors under the impression that he’d been consumed by the need for treats, and then that’d be it! Even better was how the best way of doing so was to indulge in the selfsame impulses that were already present in his head to begin with, the ones telling him to cut loose and explore that new body of his; there was no acting required when he fell onto his knees then rolled around until he was flat on his back, certainly no need to play up how horny he felt once his hands met his shaft and he had a good few minutes stroking it. Unlike some of the other reference materials he had back home for that sort of scenario, he hadn’t really grown “extra” in any way; there were no muscles bulging out, his package was about the same size as well, and even his curves were the same they’d always been. For all intents and purposes, someone might as well have selected him in some divine editing software, picked the “resize” option and then pulled the slider a way’s to the right, leaving him magnified in scope if not in attributes; and while it would’ve been a nice bonus to receive a little something more in a few particular spots, the simple fact that he was that big to begin with was enough to leave him on the edge already. It was a sense of overwhelming dominance over everything around him, the knowledge that he was quite literally too big for his surroundings, that the world had to be adapted just so it could deal with him… that, and the idea that he would only grow bigger still, becoming an ever-more imposing presence as his body loomed over all those around him. Not the sort of power fantasy he usually got to indulge in, hence its immediate and irresistible hold over him; with that sort of power, backed by years of idle fantasizing and dreaming, there was simply no manner in which the growthlust hiding in the back of Thomas’ brain wouldn’t immediately take over the first chance it had. Wasn’t surprising when he quickly ran to the end of his stamina and came all over the floor either; much as Thomas would’ve liked to enjoy himself a bit longer, his mind was unfortunately overtaken by a flood of happy juice so powerful that he could barely think straight, let alone try to hold himself back from climaxing at earliest convenience. It was only after he went limp, when his body refused to obey him during the refractory period, that the door appeared on the wall again, this time revealing a small group of lizards armed with what looked to be cleaning and grooming gear; the fact that they all looked pissed off signalled to the dragon-fox that maybe that was just their species’ natural resting face, and what he was looking at was actually a bunch of very disinterested laboratory workers who were tasked with cleaning up after their newest catch. He couldn’t complain though; several hands to not only wipe him down but also make sure his fur was properly rinsed, cleaned and then apparently scented with some kind of spritzed perfume? All while he didn’t have to move a muscle, instead focusing on the sensation of being tended to by his own personal team of aestheticians? Why, he practically felt like royalty once he got over the awkwardness of other people trying to take care of his personal hygiene, doubly so once one of them put a finger to their throat, revealing them to have collars underneath their uniforms, and asked if he wanted anything else. Thomas didn’t know how to react; the question was posed with such sincerity that there was no other explanation beyond the simple truth that it was sincere, which was only confirmed further when the drox, not even thinking about what he was doing, asked if he could have another energy bar and received a curt nod in return, with the alien in question leaving the room and returning a few moments later with yet another snack, just for him. It took all of Thomas’ willpower not to just devour it with all those little ones in the room, and even then he barely lasted half a second after the last one closed the door behind them when the cleaning was done; really, there was a non-zero chance that the fox-dragon was just going to make a further mess of the place yet again, requiring even more mops that time around, but he didn’t care. He had the treat, he had the growth that it promised, and he was going to enjoy every second of it… which was why the complete lack of any additional size left him so immeasurably disappointed that he felt like tearing up after realizing that no more of himself was on the way. It was the greatest of tricks played on him, with the bastard who brought him the snack most likely knowing exactly what their captive was asking for when they asked for the energy bar; though it did bring up the question of whether the one he was given was simply inert, or if his body had reached some sort of “cap”, a limit beyond which he couldn’t grow any further. It certainly couldn’t be the latter though, or rather, it could, in the most technical of senses, but Thomas refused to accept it as a possibility; he was destined to grow, fated to become increasingly larger until nothing, not even an alien civilization, could contain him, and this obviously required the ability to keep growing far in excess to what he had already. Surely he couldn’t just get big enough to not fit into a room, surely there was more of him just waiting to burst forth into the outside world, he was sure of it! So sure, in fact, that he was going to prove it… whether his jailors liked it or not.