Operation Raccoon City - Project Titan (Patreon)

Enjoy this totally free story! As Umbrella operative HUNK’s personal team of mercenaries work to complete tasks within a battle scarred Raccoon City!

“The following recording documents the covert actions of mission Raccoon City Redux, the voice next heard will be of remaining operative HUNK, documenting the outcome and current status of the MEAT Unit.”

“Hello Gentleman. At approximately 0900, the mission had commenced, with MEAT 1 and MEAT 2 dispatched to the Raccoon city outskirts. Which mission would you like first? Dealer’s choice…”

The voice crackled thru the intercom.

“Let’s start with 1”

“MEAT 1 was the first operative to make contact with their target. The underground lab HIVE 3. Infiltration went without issue..”

“Can you give us a brief description of the unit?”

“MEAT 1, approximately 39, standing 6ft tall, 275lbs at start of mission, a greenhorn in the field, but with potential. Large build from an upbringing in contact sports, weightlifting and a military career that was sidelined due to a dishonorable discharge for some missing documents stolen out of a research lab under his watch. I’ve included for the records documentation from his recorder which will supplement my narrative as needed.”

“I’m at the hive now!” Came the recording, his voice deep and bright, excited to prove himself. Placing charges outside the vault door. Bricks of C4 placed at strategic areas along the seams. A wireless detonator with blinking lights pushed into the clay material as he hides around a corner. Flipping up a switch then pushing a red button on the remote, a loud and deafening explosion rips through the air as the doors crash against the ground. The ash spilling up from the ground in a dust cloud, as MEAT 1 pulls a gun from his holster and moves forwards though the door. A long hallway with mirrors adorning the walls with a lone painted blue door at the far end of the corridor. A security camera blinking in the far corner of the room.

“So much for stealth..” Came a voice from the shareholders. The recording paused.

“It’s his first day” HUNK said flatly, the narrative continued.

Walking down the hallway, it was claustrophobic as the lumbering MEAT stomped over the sterile plexiglass floors, his arms tensed and flexed looking for any sudden movement as the dust cleared.

In a heartbeat, the darkened mirrored hall was lit up, crimson lines of lasered light snaking from side to side, weaving in and out, and racing towards him. Standing, staring as they grew closer by the moment, he steadied himself.

“We’ve seen agent Wong have success with those sorts of traps, I doubt MEAT was nearly as acrobatic..” the shareholders laughed as HUNK continued.

In a flash, he turned to the mirrored wall beside him and started to punch it. Over, and over. Smashing into the surface as cracks spidered and flared, glass and plastic falling as his feet as the metal dented deeper.

“Just keep punching…just keep punching…” he repeated as the lasers were nearly upon him, before finally breaking thru the sheet metal wall protecting the circuitry, and with one solid punch severed the power to the delicate machinery, powering down the lasers, just as they barely seared his ear.

A voice rings out from the room, as the next laser field in front of him lights up with a corrupted image. The voice is coming from the hologram in front of him as a deep menacing voice calls out, 

“You’re all going to change down here…” as the circuitry besides him sparks and the sour metallic smell of a short fills the air. MEAT 1 gripped his gun as he watched the camera at the far end follow his approach to the blue door. He pushes it open, slowly… very slowly into the darkness on the other side…….

One of the shareholders interrupted the discussion, asking about the other Mission. The room falls silent, as HUNK stopped the recording.

“Ahh, yes our other BIG problem.” HUNK stated with an air of irritation. “That mission also had an issue with completion.”

HUNK started the recording back up.

“MEAT 2 

A Soldier standing at 5Foot 9 inches tall, his stature comprised of lean muscle, suited for quick movements from a lifetime of running from police. Weighing in at 215 lbs, he was a recruit from a halfway house that was located on the outskirts of Racoon City. 

 28 years old and left his home at the age of 15 due to abusive parents. He’s got an extensive police records for repeat small crimes of theft and vandalism, but primarily fights. He was denied application into the armed forces due to robbing the house of the Marine Recruiters house previously. 

He has a hot head, and quickly lashes out before thinking, finding himself in fist fights and brawls more often than not. This landed him squarely on Umbrella's list for hire. 

MEAT 2 was dispatched to the recently restored operations hub of STARS, the old Raccoon City police department. It was believed that given his size, and speed, he’d be better suited to infiltrate a populated building, when we had solid intel of enhanced humans and other BOW concerns that could identify and interfere with a larger unit.

Touching down in the parking garage, he was immediately confronted with 2 cerberus and their handler.

“BIG guy taking his dogs for a walk it looks like…his gross dogs..” MEAT 2 chirped on the radio, as its subtle squawk alerted the dogs. They came running towards him, and a single well timed throw sent them tumbling to the ground, unconscious. “Sorry boys..” he said, before the big thickly muscled arms of the Cerberus handler wrapped around his chest.

His ribs cracking, MEAT 2 quickly reached for the antiviral coagulant, a zombie dispatcher, injecting it into the nearly calf thick forearm, the brute barely registered the impact! Instead of reacting with dead tissue to dissolve it, the large muscled man merely dropped MEAT 2 to the ground with a chuckle!

“Zombie killing drugs work on zombies boy..” he said, rolling up his sleeves, and swinging madly! 

“Wait…so they weren’t zombies?” The shareholder asked from the meeting room, interrupting the narrative.

“No, none of the personnel in the STARS headquarters were zombies, though many were infected still, enhanced, as we would later find.

Hunk continued.

The anger felt by MEAT 2, if there’s one thing he hates, it’s a bully, his counter attack came swiftly! Swinging, leaping punching, grappling, he brought the big man to the ground, and wrapped his thighs around the handler’s thick neck. Squeezing til he was nearly unconscious. In the last few moments of consciousness, the muscled brute bit down on MEAT 2’s inner thigh. Barely enough to puncture the skin. However, that did manage to infect him. He didn’t follow anti-contamination procedures as the enemy seemed to be a living, though thoroughly muscled, human. He didn’t believe there was a virus present, but at this point, the Y strain was already working its way thru his system.

“Bigger they are, harder they fall..” he said, standing, and brushing himself off, taking the key ring from the unconscious brute’s belt.

“So that’s how MEAT 2 got infected, how did MEAT 1 get it?” the shareholder interrupted the progress report once again.

“Well..” Hunk huffed, bringing out a folder from a bag next to him and throwing it on the table. A big red “SECRET” stamped on the front with a large black bolded font that says, “AI KING TEST”

THe board murmured angrily. One of them speaking up, “This AI was deemed too unstable, as it was the first gen AI even before developing the Red Queen.”

“The board was over ruled by Wesker.” Hunk stated plainly. “He developed this as a side project that was carried it by a smaller team that was given full developmental capabilities and an unlimited budget even unknown to this board.”

“When anyone bought any office supplies, a few extra dollars were tacked on here and there and over time it was transferred and, none of you were the wiser.” As Hunk finished this statement, a low rumbling crash echoed from thje distance as the room shook. THe lights blinked in the board room, as the emergency red lights flickered for just a second.

“Gentlemen, i think we should move to the bunker below to continue our discussion. I think it would be prudent to do this as fast as possible.” Hunk walked to a bookshelf in the corner, and pushed on the edge of the shelf, as it slid across the wall revealing a hidden elevator shaft and button.

“Please…” Hunk said as he motioned to the elevator holding the recorder and folder.

As the elevator continued to descend, Hunk brought out the recorder, the nervous looking shareholders watching incredulously as he continued.

“Meat 1, having punched his way thru the wall to success, breached the HIVE facility, he was already infected at that point. The AI Red King having decided to flood the facility with the virus, he was inhaling mutagen at an alarming rate. Standard safety precautions were not effective, this strain of virus too small for even N95 masks to ward off.”

The sounds of groaning, deep booming moans echoing from the elevator shaft above, caused the shareholders to wince, but HUNK remained calm as ever.

“He reported a single contact, a LICKER, but was able to dispatch him easily!”

“MEAT 1, contact made, LICKER encountered, and uhh..he was… hmm dispatched? No…terminated? I think? That’s the word right?” His voice already markedly deeper than it had been at the offset of the mission.

At this point, the virus’ effects were already being felt, his IQ draining as he checked in.

“Moving to the inner lab…place to get the uhh…thing. Resistance is minimal..more..more resistance in my outfit than anything! Its malfunctioning or something..can barely breathe…”

“I ordered him to not remove his protective combat gear, but that order was disregarded.”

“Something’s happening to me sir! I can’t barely breathe!”

His finger in the tigger of the gun swelling as it pinches the digit, forcing him to drop the gun to the ground. He grabs the re-enforced carbide steel vest and unhinges the straps, but as he does so his hands seize with a spasm of growth and he rips the velcro straps off the side. The sound of him tearing his armor off himself causes his cock to throb in his tactical pants. The straps around his loins bunching as his balls throb larger. With no space to descend down, or out, his cock hardens pointing upwards as it grows throbbing out of the waistband popping up hitting his abs. Bursts of pre spurt out, splashing the floor as MEAT 1 struggles to raise the armored vest over his head with his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“You’re infected. Report for immediate decontamination!” HUNK’s narrative continues, his order quick and decisive. The elevator carrying the shareholders finally reaching its touchdown. Slowing to a stop at a secure vault like door. HUNK opens it and ushers them in.

“Continuing, MEAT 1 reported he was fine to progress, and we didn’t have the luxury of more operatives. I sent him further in.”

“That is a direct violation of - “ a shareholder raised her voice, only to be shot a glare…or what she thought was a glare, thru HUNK’s goggles, you couldn’t make out the look of his eyes, but she could tell he was thru listening.

“MEAT 1 encountered a C variant Tyrant, the last true obstacle before reaching the HIVE central core where the new strain’s antibodies had been stored.” HUNK continued, painting the picture vividly.

“MEAT 1 reporting, a Tyrant is in front of the door but I can take him…I know I can take him…I don’t…i don’t think he can take ME though..” he chuckled to himself, before lumbering around the corner. The silver skinned monster in front of the door gazed down at MEAT 1, his muscled frame charging towards the mercenary.

MEAT 1 planted his feet and allowed the Tyrant to impact full force, but barely moved back an inch!

But it hadn't felt like a physical impact, it felt like a blow to the pleasure center of his brain. Meat moaned in pleasure. His gloved hand balled into fists as MEAT 1 tucked his shoulder and rushed charging at the tyrant, throwing it back into the wall. MEAT 1 threw volley after volley of fists at the tyrant, as the creature’s large stature just kept being forced into the wall behind it. Dents grew on the metal wall, and the blows grew more and more forceful. MEAT 1’s cock visibly throbbing with each punch. The creature weakened as it couldn't keep up with the physical punches, its insides were being pulverized to oatmeal and the C virus couldn't keep up with repairing its cells. WIth a final blow to the head, the creature's head exploded and the creature slumped to the ground.

“FUCK YES! I BEAT YOU! I FUCKING BEAT UGhHHnn” Meat1’s voice boomed over the comm line, growing deeper as the sounds of jetting cum erupted! The bloody scene such a visceral representation of his incredible masculinity! Such a POWERFUL display of his growing musculature! Such amazing evidence of his GODLIKE ASCENSION!

Both his hands racing to his cock, stroking with both hands as his meaty prick stretched them further and further apart! Lumbering towards the door, just the act of leaning against it, his muscled arms bulging heaving SWELLING stretching the skin paper thin! The weight alone of his overmuscled hypertrophied limb was enough to warp and BEND the reinforced HIVE inner lagb door like it was tin.

He was still spurting cum tho, thick ropes drooling and jetting from his expanding cockhead as he tried to push on! His IQ syphoningaway with every single lewd eruption! His body thickening, his arms growing more lengthly just to find room for all the incredible muscle! His legs fighting for space as his feet burst free of his combat boots! Thick thighs squeezing together as step by step he continued to GROW!

“I Can…I gonna…I FINISH MISSION” came the guttural grown on the comm line.

“What is HAPPENING over there?” MEAT 2 asked, and I directed him to focus on his OWN mission, that we didn’t have time to worry about what others were experiencing.”

Hunk stated.

MEAT 2 thew open the metal security door of the parking garage to enter the police station. His shoulders brushing the sides of the doorframe. (MEAT 2 hadn't noticed this.) Entering trough the back security door, he came though the CCTV room, and noticed over 20 monitors of the police station. He stopped on one of them,

“Sir, I need to report the presence of a cloaked and hatted figure on one of the above floors.” MEAT 2 clicked the walkie.

“You have your orders, that weapon is to be avoided, but if necessary to engage. You have permission to terminate. Your mission is of greater value.” Hunk states. The board's eyes look around in confusion, as Mr X was a test weapon from Wesker and they were unfamiliar with who had a higher precedence.

MEAT 2 progressed though the room, and found a locked door. Anger filled his body as MEAT 2 gripped the doorknob and continued to pull the door harder and harder. The frame rattling on each rattle. Harder and harder he pulls and twists the door. The frame cracking and drywall dust falling around as MEAT 2 face reddened with hanger. Veins throbbing and growing under his camo tactical gear. The Velcro ripping, the metal buckles snapping! His fingers and knuckles popping and lengthening around the bulbous door knob til finally it Wrenched free!

Clanging to the ground, his heart rate just continued to escalate at this point.

Hunks recap once again was interrupted, the chaos from above ground echoing through the bunker as the shareholders tried to maintain composure!

 “So at this point both operators were incapacitated?” They asked snidely as Hunk shook his head.

“Negative. While non responsive both were progressing towards mission goal. The rage effects for MEAT 2 only amplified his progress and dedication towards the dossier.”

MEAT 2 Lumbers through the doorframe, his shoulders getting momentarily stuck in the metal doorway as he pushes through. The sounds of rending metal twisting and warping as he enlarged booted foot thumps into the long marble hallway of the police station. Warm yellow lights adorn each door in the long hallway. MEAT 2 scratches his head as his bicep swells ripping the seams of the tactical shirt. His feet shuffling in the direction of the closest door, looking for some sort of paper he is, having a tough time, thinking.

“MEAT 2, please report status?” The walkie loudly squawks as MEAT just ignores it, getting more irritated at the incessant chatter.

Lumbering up to a door MEAT 2 just pushes on the door, not even bothering turning the knob, maybe forgetting he has to twist it. The door doesn't budge as he knows it's supposed to open up easier, so he balls up his fist and just punches the door open with a frustrated growl.

As he breached the second floor balcony doorway, he came face to face with the remnants of the Biohazard Task Force. Looming, throbbing with muscle as he struggled to form a sentence!

“STARS…” he says before shaking his head. The viruses MRNA Memory clearly seeing a ghost of the nemesis program, and as he charged towards the dossier cabinet in the centre of the room, the police force opened fire.

BANG

BANG

PING

TING

the bullets bounced off this thickening skin, his heart rate climbing, he grabbed the document, and then, with mission complete, the growth started to spiral! Standing in he middle of the police station lobby he started to groan( to moan, to shout at the people who now barely reached his chest!

Muscles swelling and stretching as the bullets left barely a dent in his veined skin, his forearms swelling and crashing to the ground, thick around as a man’s waist!

The task force gives the orders for retreat as they use the emergency ladder to descend from the upstairs balcony to the main entrance. The last member of the Task Force making sure to detach the ladder once at the bottom, leaving MEAT 2 hovering above them in a range of anger. Just as MEAT 2 was about to jump down, the task force fires gas grenades around themselves at up on the balcony, as they escape down a trap door hidden behind the entry fountain.

MEAT 2  writhes  in anger, and he screams pounding his chest, gripping his armor and begins to tear and rip his chest armor and tactical shirt off, leaving him in just his pants, gloves and boots that look painted on from being so tight.

The Biohazaared Task Force leader, requesting activation of Operation FAILSAFE.

From the corner of the room, a massive metal cylinder hissed as a pressurized door burst from its frame! Cluttering to the ground as a tremendous grey skinned brute lumbered out. Stretching as if to work out a kink, his muscle bound body loomed over the operatives, but was just about eye level with MEAT 2!

The shareholders paused, looking at the grainy imagery saved from the police department! “Wait, is that a Mr X? How do they have a Mr X?

Hunk responded “They had found the unit in an abandoned drop, and had reprogrammed him, to their side. However as you will see, MEAT 2 was well in hand.

The two Titans collided with force to knock each other person to the ground! Blow after blow landing, stunning, weakening, pushing back the X, while MEAT 2 only continued to swell with each impact! His muscled arms wrapping around x’s chest and back, biceps tensing and flexing, he isn’t even squeezing at this point! He’s constricting him by growth alone! 

MEAT 2s feet adjusting as they stretched across the marble floor, legs growing thicker, bursting free of the pants, his angry rage filled roars causing his throat to BULGE with veins, veins just as big and meaty as the ones snaking up and down his now exposed cock. In a single JERK he lifts X off the floor, thousand pounds of muscle just HEFTED effortlessly, and suspended as MEAT 2 proceeds to grind his growing member against that grey skinned behemoth! His own body growing lurching swelling bigger and BIGGER as Mr X shrinks in His grip!

Mr X struggling helplessly as MEAT 2s hand grows around his body, enveloping him like a doll, his lungs struggling to breath as the growing hand squeezes him tighter. Mr X does the only thing left he can think of and bites down hard on MEAT 2s hand, drawing blood, not much. But the pain causes MEAT 2 to drop Mr X, and he stumbles back in surprise.

“Little man hurt me, ME?!?” shouts MEAT 2. His eyes widening with anger. You can see a vein on the side of his temple, throbbing with each heartbeat that seems to be throbbing faster and faster. You can see his skin reddening from the increased blood pressure, the veins undulate under his skin as they spread across his body growing him larger. Hair follicles increase from the bloodflow to his skin giving him a bearish look, as the hair grows thicker and darker from sweat. Mr X is dodging footfalls from MEAT 2 stomping trying to chase and crush him under his enlarging feet. The stomping growing in damage and severity, the larger MEAT 2 grows into the foyer of the station, now reaching well above the second story balcony floor.

The shareholders gasped at the colossal unit that was on the video recording from the RPD security cameras, his tremendous form flexing, muscles bulging, rippling veins cascading over his musclebound frame as ever thick thundering step send the marble floors cracking. Splintering! His body jerking and twisting, flexing and BULGING out of control at this point, thickening hair growing so dense you could scarce make out his skin underneath.

The grunts, the groaning, it was complete chaos. The poor quality mics being drowned out by he deepening voice. His hips thrusting against his scraps of armor,  his bulge thickening and growing more obscene by the moment! Several layers of kevlar and body armor bulging outwards as his colossal cock finally BURST free, crashing onto the ground with the weight of a full sized human, and it was only getting bigger as the beast that was MEAT 2 crashed into the ceiling!

His head and shoulders craning, stooping to not burst thru the roof completely! His pecs pushing up into his thickly bearded face as he continued to struggle to move, constantly pursuing the Mr X unit into a corner.

Finally with a satisfied and sickening THUD, his oversized cock surged outwards again, gaining mass, swelling like a blimp before crashing down onto the Mr X, neutralizing him completely!

The display was cut as his enormous shoulders crushed what was left of the security cameras, HUNK clicked a button, the camera display on screen shifting to tht of a gun store across the street! 

“What…what’s the point of..” one shareholder asked before being shushed by the others. The low res camera picking up cracks, splintering jagged cracks in the facade of the RPD. A stifled deep moan growing louder by the second, until suddenly CRASH.

With the same satisfied grunt as when he’d crushed the Mr X unit, MEAT 2 groaned with relief, his tremendous out of control train of a cock had burst out of the enormous RPD front doors, battered down the gate, and demolished half a dozen zombies lingering in front of the gate! It conintued to stretch, bulging and thickening obscenely, hulking heaving onto the roadway as the veins pumped and pulsed! Make it seem to lurch and crawl towards the string of buildings opposite it!

The Shareholders sit stunned in the bunker as Hunk stops the recording, their mouths agape and their faces motionless.

“Now ladies and gentlemen, we have come to the conclusion of this mission.” As Hunk walks up to a wall, pushing a button. An entire wall lights up with live video feed of an overview of Racoon City from a highest viewpoint on a few of highest buildings, maybe even a few hovering cameras. The wall was split into 10 separate views, each switching every few seconds giving a live feed with the little red lights blinking in each corner.

“Whats the meaning of this?” asks one of the women. Just what are you playing at here Mr Hunk?!”

“Well you see, while we have been instructing the missions of two very important tasks. We had also planned on an additional 4 goals. Not that this board had the classification, or the Need to Know about these 4 tasks. But ladies and gentleman, I will now present to you PROJECT TITANS. Unfortunately, the virus has mutated from its single strain to what we will Call the ‘X Virus’ and ‘Y Virus” respectively. But as you witnessed,  it gives our operatives and larger hand so to speak in carrying and completing our tasks.” Explains Hunk while standing infront of the giant LCD wall.

“So, now lets watch the conclusion of the mission at hand.”

“Conclusion?”

“What are you talking about.”

“This is not what has discussed.”

The board murmurs  in dissatisfaction!

Hunk holds up a hand. And the board quiets down.

“Now lets focus on the hive.” Hunk clicks a button on a remote he is holding and the LCD wall switches to a live view of the hive in its entirety.

Room after room is dark, all of the different monitors reflecting a different research lab, or atrium. The cameras look deactivated, destroyed even, and yet, they are picking up audio.

“So….big…must…destroy…BIGGER…BIGGER…” and from the largest center atrium, a brief flash of light, as something enormous moves far enough from the camera to allow it to focus. All that’s visible is a wall of trembling, throbbing, hairy veiny muscle. And that wall of muscle swelling bigger…adn bigger…and BIGGER.

HUNK waits for that last atrium monitor to go completely dark, before clicking over to the external view. This quiet, unassuming open field, with a half started construction project atop it, a new mansion set to take the place of the destroyed Arclay facility.

The scaffolding and steel frames shaking. Quaking. The moaning getting louder.

“Soo biiig….so BIG…BIGGER! BIGGER FUCK YES” and suddenly the ground BURSTS upwards, as a tremendous throbbing cockhead pushes its way up through the ground, emerging right in the middle of the in construction courtyard!

“Inconceiveable! That…that can’t be his… the HIVE is several HUNDRED feet below the ground!” One shareholder gasps.

“Project TITAN.” HUNK responds again. As the thrusting gets more and more intense! Soon, the ground caves in, this slurry of debris and dirt and precum slicking down that enormous shaft! As the ground gives way, the MONSTER that is MEAT 1 emerges!

Sitting up, groaning at the mere movement of his own gargantuan weight, he brushes off the ruins of the HIVE facility, neutralized BOW’s tumbling off his body like ants as he rose to his knees, hundreds of feet tall, looking down at the ruins beneath him! His mind completely awash, the mission was complete! His task was finished! He had decommissioned the HIVE! But as the new virus rocked his brain, all he could do was bring his behemoth cock to his lips and start to kiss and tongue the tremendous head, feeling his body BULGE and BULK with each playful little lick!

“Ohhh GOD so HARD so HUGE so HORNY SO HORNY” he laughed! His growing body crashing through the forest on the outskirts of Raccoon City, looming so ENORMOUS he cast a shadow that stretched for blocks! All the way to the RPD itself.

“MEAT 1 at this point has become a new breed of BOW, a TITAN class. As you can see by the insect sized BOW units harmlessly subdued? Additionally, his muscle mass and size continue to grow, it is a self sustaining unit, gaining more destructive capabilites as he continues to feed into his own lust addled mind.”

The shareholders, for once, were truly surprised, satisfied with this development. But one then furthered;

“What about MEAT 2? And why on earth are we down here?”

HUNK switched back to a live feed from a traffic cam several blocks from the RPD, watching as a musclebound arm BURST through the east wall, followed by a foot the size of a bus! Another enormously muscled limb shattered the west wall as the hairy, raging colossus continued to expand, swell, GROW out of control, until finally the growing stopped, slowing itself as he sat, in the rubble of the RPD.

“That’s REMARKABLE, but why do we need HIM if the horny one can get so much bigger all on his own?” A shareholder laughed. And HUNK sighed.

“These two units were chosen SPECIFICALLY for these particular missions. It is true MEAT 1 is self sustaining, but lacks INTENTIONAL focus, and destructive ideations. MEAT 2, was chosen as a counter, his rage fueling his growth further, and while MEAT 2 does require ANGER as a catalyst for size, as you’ll see here, one thing that makes MEAT 2 Angriest, is being SMALLER than MEAT 1…”

The calming beast that was MEAT 2, looked at the looming shadow, craning his neck to see past his enormous shoulders, staring UP at the slowly growing MOUNTAIN that was MEAT 2 started to go red in the face, almost instantly!

“BIGGER….than ME? BIGGER THAN ME!!!?” he roared! His body heaving, and pumping, seemingly INFLATING with muscle and mass as every deep breath caused his body to violently twist and jerk! BULGING and GROWING thousands of pounds of muscle with each bellowing BOOM!

MEAT  2 charged at MEAT 1 on screen. Now that the board could see both titans on the same screen they relized that as large as both had grown, MEAT 2 was the smallest. His entire stature was the size of MEAT 1’s foot. 

MEAT 1 just became more aroused as his foot was being man handled by MEAT 2. “THATS IT LITTLE MAN! COME ON YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO LICK IT!” MEAT 1s voice boomed in pleasure. His mouth drooling as he continued to relentlessly lick and thrust his growing cock into his face. You could audibly hear his balls swelling and enlarging with sperm as they grew pushing againist his thighs.

You could visibly see the anger in MEAT 2 as his face and body reddened with anger. The spurts of pre off of Meat 1’s cock that was landing on Meat 2 was steaming off him.  Each punch he threw you coud see his arms grow. Each stomp of his foot increased in size as you could see the muscle and size growth travel up his legs.

“HA HA HA LITTLE MAN” quipped MEAT 1 as he shoved his foot against MEAT 2, trapping him under it. MEAT 2s fingers not even able to wrap around the toes. Has he wriggled and struggled to lift the foot off him.

“YOU…SONUVA….” MEAT 2 groaned, “FUUUCK” his roar a mix of pure rage and near orgasmic pleasure, the weight from MEAT 1’s foot was incredible, pressing the wind out of his lungs, but that was just making him ANGRIER. His body swelling and STRETCHING, his hard gargantuan cock grindinga gainst the underside of the TITAN’s sole, as the pinned behemoth grew larger and thicker with each grunt!

“FUCK” - MEAT 2 nearly DOUBLED in size, legs plowing thru buildings, body emerging from underneath his Titanic teammate’s foot.

“FUUUCK” he groaned again, his hands swelling thickening til he could wrap around those big fat toes, and then growing bigger still!

“FUUUUUUUUCK” he shouted, veins bulging from his forehead and heck as he expanded, swelling so BIG growth gaining nearly exponential speed! LIFTING the weight of that horny goliath off of him! Raising that foot high enough to push the horny giant off balance!

There was a TREMENDOUS Crash as the TITAN MEAT 1 fell, and the shareholders realized, THAT crash, that massive earthquake was what had triggered their evacuation just a few moments ago!

The entire board suddenly stood up, shouting and looking nervous. They were yelling at HUNK  and each other. The realization of the chaos that was unleashed, uncontrolled, uninhibited.

“We will need to call in another strike!”

“There is no other BOW that can fix this!”

“Are we even safe here”

Once again HUNK held up his hand to quiet the board. “Please, PLEASE. Quiet down!” Its all being taken care of. We are safe for the moment. There will be another issue in the near future of more urgency, but for now; we are perfectly safe here. And calling another nuclear strike, might cause perilous and unknown interactions with this new strain of virus. We have not fully vetted the process for biological destruction or termination of Project Titan yet. But I do have a failsafe, if required.” HUNK states candidly as he asks the board to sit back down in their seats.

The Shareholders did as HUNK told, not so much out of willingness, but moreso, fear. HUNK had clearly shown that out of everyone involved, he was the ONLY one, very much in control, and had been from the very start. They watched, with no small amount of arousal, as the MEAT units continued their GROWTH off…watching as things got more and more intense.

“WHOA little guy!” the horny colossus laughed, feeling such arousal at watching his enraged friend hulk into a truly enormous monument of mass! The two of them finally eye to eye, though not for long…

“NOT…SO…LITTLE” MEAT 2 groaned, squeezing every OUNCE of growth his rage could possibly afford him, until he went from eye to eye with the horned up TITAN, to now looming over HIM, his ballooning pecs pushing against MEAT 1’s face, and nearly smothering him, until the muffled moans triggered another growth surge in MEAT 1.

“FUCK so BIG! We’re SO BIG” the lust clouding every other thought!

“I’m BIGGEST” MEAT 2 roared, his mind likewise overwhelmed as he SHOVED the horny behemoth to the ground, watching as an entire neighbourhood was OBLITERATED by the musclebound impact! MEAT1’s tremendous cock digging into the ground, penetrating DEEPLY just as MEAT 2 shoved his rage filled cock DEEP into MEAT 1’s enormmous muscled ass!

“OHHH FUCK YES! BIGGER! BIGGER” MEAT 1’s lust driven into overdrive, lifting the heavy weight of MEAT 2’s body as he pinned him to the ground, driving MEAT1’s cock deeper and DEEPER into the ground beneath racoon city!

The more MEAT 2 GREW to pin, punish and PULVERIZE MEAT 1, the BIGGER MEAT 1 grew from the please! This cycle spiraling out of control as the shareholders watched in silence, feeling the ground RUMBLE with each slow POWERFUL thrust! Until one of the shareholders rcognized something!

“Wait, isn’t that the building across the street from us? WAIT? Are they RIGHT OVERHEAD? That horny titans BUNKER buster of a cock is lurching bigger and DEEPER drilling thru the ground on a collision course for US!”

“Do you all remember how long it took us to get down to the bunker?” HUNK questioned the board.

No one answered.

“We are not a few hundred meters down, like the other hives. We are a few hundred kilometers down. We are in a special bunker thats even world ending asteroid proof. The entire bunker is powered by geothermal energy. Limmitless suppoly of energy directly powered by the earth itself. All controlled by the Red King. Who, is then controlled completely by myself and one other. So we are safe down below.” HUNK described as the board calmed down.

The walls still shook and rattled as the two titans above continued their growing lustfilled battle for bigness.

Above, the growth had grown completely out of control! The two musclebound gods rolling and tussling against one another! The RAGE titan that was MEAT 2 would SQUEEZE and GROPE and BITE against the heaving musclebound LUST Titan that MEAT 1 had become. Every single inch of GROWTH the horny beastgod felt only made the wrathful jealous titan even ANGRIER, and in turn, made him GROW that much BIGGER.

Rising to his knees, cock still deeply BULGING the abdomen of his smaller MEAT unit teammate, MEAT 2 barely registered the planes flying overhead. His rage so solely focused on not only outgrowing the rude, insubordinate MEAT 1, but possibly breeding him as well!

“This is Eagle 2, Confirmed BOW, a new class, not seen before. These guys are NOT tyrants..” the pilot remarked, circling to get a view of them, every so often having to drastically pull UP to avoid a growth spurt from knocking them clear out of the sky!

“They just keep getting BIGGER sir! I don’t know how else we can put these two down, but to go big. Just need the go/no go.” He chirped into the radio, while half a country away, and safe in a bunker of his own, the President and his staff watched in shock!

“This…this virus strain is apocalyptic! Why didn’t we have any intel on this? LOOK at those two! Growing and FUCKING and projections have them filling most of the STATE by the end of the damned DAY! Fine. God help us for nuking Racoon City again…but put em down.”

The TITANS moaning, sweat dripping off enormous muscles! Tremendous slabs, MILLIONS of pounds in weight, slamming against each other with the force to shift bedrock, buildings in the ruined city all but collapsed! Every deepening DRILL, their bodies swelled, muscle on muscle, heaving panting, hulking GROWING so fast, so powerfully it was UNSTOPPABLE.

“Unstoppable.” HUNK remarked. Proud. The best BOW he’d ever seen. The shareholders sighed in relief, their radios picking up the approval for a Nuke. A drastic measure, but at this point, the only hope of them getting out of that bunker!

For a moment there was silence. Then a BLINDING flash, so brilliant so hot, it shut down every camera the shareholders had access to. They were left, blind, but in quiet. Stillness. Listening to the radio for proof the TITANS had been dispatched.

“Sir… This is Eagle 2” the voice broke through the silence, sombre, and quiet. Just as the ground started to RUMBLE.

“Sir…they’re still alive. They’re unharmed…and sir…they’re still GROWING.”

The shareholders practically wept! Listening as the president’s men ran their numbers.

“Mr President, the growth has only been amplified…the two are expected to outgrow the state in…hours sir.”

Two shareholders fainted. They could FEEL the ground rumble so intensely they could barely stand!

“NOW what!? Agent HUNK, how are you going to get us out of here?”

“Now. Now. Please all has been planned. Failsafe will be implemented.” Hunk states as he retrieves a tactical pouched from behind him on his belt.

He unzips the pouch to find a cryo chilled metallic case. The case has a black 1 inch by 1 inch black pannel on it and two LED lights. Currenly one is lit up red. Hunk places his tumb on the panel and a beep is herd and the LED light turns from red to green. A subtle click is herd and the case pops open.

The room is staring at the case.

“Now ladies and gentleman, i suggest you do one of two things. Either you make your way to the escape elevators, or you stay and watch the inevitable.” HUNK states flatly.

Hunk loads up a silver medical injector. Two vials labed ‘X’ and ‘Y” are loaded into a spiral injector. As he holds it up to his neck.

“If you leave now youll have the pleasure of viewing me ascending greater than the two above in the empty space of the elevator share before you get crushed between the titans above and myself. Or you can stay and worship my growing body to grow it faster. The choice is yours.” As he injects himself with the formula.

“NO! You said we were safe and that youd help us escape!” Someone from the board shouts.

Hunk stares flatly as his uniform starts to make stretching noises, “No, I said I'd get you to safety. But, not safe from me!”

The camera zooms out from the board room to a computer monitor.

The monitor is turned off.