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Growth Spurt Ch 3

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Chapter 3: Muscles, Muscles Everywhere, but Not a Beach in Sight

Jake awoke the next morning feeling quite groggy. Not to mention stiff from lying on the concrete floor. His mind worked slowly, developing the observation that he was indeed lying on the concrete into the question ‘Why was he lying there?’ and from there it took a little longer to reach the answer to that one.
But when it happened it was like a bolt of electricity jumpstarted his mind. The memories of the other day came flooding back. And this time the next question ‘how could he be lying there when he was so big?’ came much faster.
Jake rose onto his clawed hands and looked around. The warehouse was near empty now, save for the pile of broken wood he assumed was the remains of all the crates yesterday, pressed up against the far right wall. The guard hut to the left was in ok condition still, but the windows in it had been shattered and the front was bowed inwards somewhat. All in all, signs that showed yesterday was not a dream were close at hand.
But they still left him the question about himself.
Hastily he rolled over onto his rear end, shifting his tail out of the way, in order to get a better look. He was relieved to see that he was no longer such a giant blob of dragon flesh, though the experience yesterday still had him with a slight gut. Nothing extreme, but his features were all slightly rounded still. A quick search of the guardhouse and discovery of a portable mirror confirmed it. Even his face was still rounded from the excess weight.
Sighing he set the mirror down and sat on the mattress in the guardhouse, ignoring the glass shards that did nothing to his scaly body. At least he was more mobile now, but he still felt embarrassed about his decidedly rounder body.
“Ugh, what a bizarre week this is turning out to be.” Jake sighed cupping his head in his claws and trying to sort things out in his mind. One thing he decided, he never wanted to get that big again. Though the moment he thought that, some tiny part of him twinged.
Before he could work out if it was good or bad that he felt that, there was a noise just outside the warehouse. Thinking quickly and reacting only slightly slower due to his still noticeable weight, Jake leapt out of the guard hut and then jumped up into the rafters of the building with the help of his strong wings. Jakes instincts were right this time. For while he’d hoped it had been his friends Trixy and Spud, it turned out to be two large unfamiliar figures.
“Is this where we are supposed to meet the boss?” one grunted, “It’s too open.”
“No you twit,” the other replied in a more nasally tone. “We’re meeting him tomorrow in the warehouse at the end of the dock. We just need to lie low until those rent-a-cop guards leave.”
“Right right.” The first grunted again as he eyed the guards hut. “Looks like they won’t come in here, with how bad this place looks.”
“Ah, what do you know? You’re a huge slob anyway.”
Jake cringed as they bickered back and forth, trying desperately to shift his positioning. He had to move slow though and hope their arguing drowned out any noise he might make. One too loud squeak from the metal under his claws, they’d look up, and…
Jake considered. He was still a dragon, but it would be a dangerous play. If even one of them saw him before he knocked them out, there might be hell to pay. Worse still would be if they saw and got away. Jake thought back to what his grandpa had told him, ‘Yes Jake, being a dragon you should help everybody whenever you can, humans and magical creatures alike. However, we cannot allow humans to know about us. Therefore you must use the utmost caution when dealing in matters with humans.’
Jake understood the warning, he’d come too close to being put on display by his former teacher to risk more humans like him springing up from some sighting of a magical creature. Still, he couldn’t deny the desire to take down these goons and stop them from whatever plan they had. But if he’d learned one thing from all his mistakes, it was to wait, and be patient. The ideal time would present itself. Not to mention he might overhear more of what the thugs plans were.
“So, did the boss mention what this gig was Rocko?” The thicker of the two grunted as he spied the portable TV Jake had been using and fiddled with it.
Rocko glanced around, as though checking for eavesdroppers, though thankfully he didn’t bother to look up as Jake was near directly overhead. “Not really. He was very vague about it. Just said some big shipment is coming through the port tonight and he don’t want nobody snooping around.”
“How much’s the pay?” the other grunted getting some reception from the half crushed TV.
“He said six thousand if we do the job, an extra four if we keep our traps shut and ask no questions.”
Jakes eyes widened at this. Whatever was going down was big if two simple thugs like this were getting such a payoff.
The larger thug whistled. “That’s some dough.”
“Yeah,” Rock agreed as he entered the guards hut as well. “So just remember, anybody asks, you didn’t see nothing tonight. Got it?”
There was no reply, so Jake could only guess the other thug had nodded in response. There was no other noise then save the faint indiscernible noise from the portable TV. Jake shifted uncomfortably. Such a perch in the rafters was giving him cramps. But even as he got into a more comfortable sitting position on one of the beans, he still felt cramps in his limbs. Not sure what else to do, Jake began rubbing his arms and legs, as well as his tail in an attempt to ease the pain.
However he got a bit of a surprise in that when he placed a claw on one arm, he found it a good bit thicker than normal, by easily a couple inches in diameter. And this time with rock hard muscle. Jake immediately looked himself over. While his stomach had receded to basketball size now, the rest of his body looked like a pro body builder.
In any other situation Jake might have been thrilled for this, but he also knew this was trouble. Muscle weighed more than fat, and if he was getting more buff there was a chance the rafters might break. Even if they just creaked too loud there was a chance of the thugs hearing it.
He had to find a way out and fast. Looking around quickly, he spotted a skylight nearby. Moving as fast as he dared while trying to stay quiet, he inched his way along the beams to the roof window. Looking at it from just a couple feet below, he pressed against it lightly.
Locked. Or jammed too tight to move. And Jake seriously hoped it was the former, as the latter would mean he might have to break the window.
Remembering his training, he stuck out his long snake-like tongue, trying to ignore the dusty taste of the metal and feel for a crack he could work it through. Finally he found one, and pressed through. Feeling near the edges outside, he found the simple latch and, with amazing tongue work, managed to undo it.
Jake had to get out of there, already he could feel his weight bending the metal under him. He pushed on the skylight again. This time it was stuck. He risked pushing harder and the window suddenly flew open. Jake barely had time to stretch out his tongue and grab the lip of the window frame before it broke on the rooftop.
Heaving a sigh he began working his way out. He just had one leg through when he head movement below. He barely had time to get out on the roof and close the skylight before the two thugs emerged from the guard hut.
"Did you hear something?" The one known as Rocko asked, looking around the empty space. There was no reply so Jake could only guess it was non-verbal in nature.
"Whatever," the first thug muttered, "We better hurry, the meeting starts in less than half an hour. If we're late the boss'll skin us alive."
The thugs turned towards the door and Jake thought about what he should do. Even flying his fastest he couldn't make it back to tell his Grandpa or Fu. And even then, they couldn't handle this sort of thing. Trixy and Spud were closer, but while they had a couple of Fu's potions, those were for extreme emergencies.
Jake looked around. Well, he'd already broken his promise not to leave the building, he might as well justify it.

Jake had the hardest time tailing the thugs. His body already too thick for his wings to keep in the air, he'd had to resort to jumping from roof to roof. However, his weight proved problematic as after he landed on the first roof it resulted in a loud bang which made the thugs jump and look around.
Realizing that rooftop travel would not be viable with so many flimsy roofs close at hand, Jake was forced to face facts. Despite it being more dangerous, he'd have to go street level. So for he rest of the way he tailed the thugs at a blocks distance, keeping out of sight. But it was becoming harder as he continued to grow with every passing minute.
Finally they entered a dark green warehouse at the end of docks. Just in time to, a muscle cramp hit Jake like a brick wall and he was forced to stretch out his legs from the almost-too-small dumpster he was hiding behind.
By now Jake could put a pro-bodybuilder to shame. His pecs looked like half filled beachballs and his six-pack looked more like a twelve-pack. Limbs were thicker than telephone poles and could probably lift one and swing it like a bat with ease. Even Jakes tail looked like a veritable cone of overlapping muscles.
And the sun had only just recently set, with hours to go until midnight.
"Damn," Jake whispered to himself, "Just how much bigger am I gonna get?"
Despite his size, Jake moved as slowly and quietly as he possibly could. His Dragon ears had already picked out six watchmen on duty nearby. And with his super hearing, he could tell where each was and the direction they were facing. All of them, near as he could tell, were built like tanks, big and buff, but probably little brains between them.
Jake smirked, the younger him would have barreled into that place without a second thought, but he'd made too many mistakes in the past not to have a plan handy this time.

Almost three hours later Jake was ready to scream with frustration. Nothing had some to mind. All the entrenches were too well guarded and his still thickening form made stealth near impossible.
Still he watched from his too small hiding spot, still hidden only thanks to the darkness of the alley. Sooner or later there would be a gap in the patrol. Everybody made mistakes. he just needed to be ready for it.
Still, it was another hour before he spotted it. A window of opportunity. Literally. The window was on the second story and wide open. The guard had turned from the watch post to look out into the harbor.
It was now or never.
Using some soft thrown away cushions to hide his footsteps, Jake took three great strides and leapt a the hole. For a moment he looked good. Then trouble struck as his too-wide shoulders wedged in it. Quickly wriggling with as little noise as he could manage, Jake squirmed through. And not a moment too soon. Had he still be outside he might have seen the guard missed looking down and spotting his tail snaking inside by just a matter of moments.
The warehouse was partitioned unusually. Half of the building had a room which took up two floors of space, stacked high with crates. The other half was divided into two floors for offices, the upper level being where Jake now stood. Moving as slow as he dared in order to stay quiet, he moved towards the sound of voices which came from the other half of the warehouse.
By now Jake was enormous, his height may have been normal, but all his muscle mass mad him almost as wide as he was tall. His shoulders alone could have filled any doorway, and his arms looked as big as bear kegs. His torso was bigger than any barrel and layered with every muscle shown in extreme definition. He tried to make his footfalls as light as possible with every cautious step, but the wood still creaked ominously as he crept closer.
In the center of the other half a large table had been set up. Various men in black suits gathered around talking in love voices. Even in the large room and with his excellent ears, it was hard to discern what they were saying. All of them looked tough though, even if they weren't as brawny as the guards, each had the look of a man who'd seen more than their fair share of prison.
Jake leaned forward slightly and watched as they huddled over what looked to be expensive artwork laid out on the table. No doubt stolen.
Then disaster struck.
A nearby clock started chiming as it struck twelve. The sound was loud enough that Jake jumped slightly and the railing in front of him broke. Jake tried to maintain his balance, but ended up reaching out and grabbing the chain of one of the lights dangling from the ceiling.
Big mistake.
Under his massive weight the iron bars in the ceiling bent and a whole section of the roof came crashing down on top of him as he fell to the floor. Needless to say, all the gangsters were there in seconds, guns pulled and carefully shifting the wreckage.
Jake knew he had moments left, but as they all began to lift the last heavy chunk of roof, the clock struck twelve.
It was time....
Ok put down your pitchforks guys. I've got number three finally. ^_^;;
Sorry this one took so long. I wanted to add a bit more plot to the story and found it hard to do without deviating from the pure growth potential. So this one is probably the weakest in the story series, I'm sorry to say. I hope you can forgive me. I'll try to make it up to you with the last chapter. Which, with any luck, will be done before the end of the year. ^_^;;
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Finish up the next chapter of jake getitng outright hyper built!