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Rubilax · 11-11-2013

Was away for a couple of days, but I'm back to deliver an extra-large update. Have at it!

UPDATE? UPDATE!

"Did you hear that?" Larry asked, flicking a lock of light brown hair off of his face.

"The thud, right?" Wilson replied as scratched at his military-style buzz cut.

"Yeah," Larry said, turning his head towards the door that led to the tugboat's engine room.

"Hey Ferris," He shouted, "What's going on down there?"

The long-haired man waited a moment for a response, but there was none.

"He probably can't hear you from all the way over here," Wilson suggested.

"I think you're right," Larry sighed, putting his beer down as he pushed himself off the chair, "Might need to get a little closer."

"You do that," Wilson said, settling a little further back into his chair. As his friend made his over to the ladder, Wilson noticed that there was something off about the way Larry was walking, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was as if there was a certain sway to his step that hadn't been there before.

Must be the beer, Wilson thought as sipped from his can.

----

"Son of a bitch," Ferris moaned. He slowly got up, nursing his jaw in one hand as he used the offending chair as a support. It didn't feel like he'd fractured anything, but it was sore nonetheless. He hadn't split his lip or broken his nose, so that was a plus.

And it looks like my hair's stopped falling out, he thought as he carefully tugged at a few strands of hair to find that them securely fixed to his scalp. Had he been paying closer attention, Ferris may have found it strange that his hair was trickling past his ears like black licorice.

A new development distracted Ferris before he could notice that his hair was now darker and longer than it had ever been. He hissed as an unbearable pressure suddenly built up behind his front teeth. They felt inflamed and strained, as if some demented dentist was assaulting his mouth with a set of industrial-grade pliers. Ferris opened his mouth and was about to reach in to find the source of the pain when the pressure peaked and released four sharp things into his hand. His expression turned into one of horror when he realized what the bloody objects that had popped out of his mouth were.

Ferris squeaked, letting his teeth fall to the floor. His mind raced to find an explanation, any explanation, for what was happening to him.

Radiation, he thought as he began to hyperventilate, this whole room must be irradiated. That's why I'm losing hair and teeth. That must be why this boat was so cheap. I have to get out of here. I have to get out now!

But before he could so much as make a step towards the exit, the reverberation in his face intensified. Ferris fell to the floor, crying out in pain as his bones began to shift under his skin. He was too busy screaming to notice that the door as it slammed itself shut.

----

The rusted machinery that sat in the hull of the boat was gone, and in its place sat something that was out of steampunk fantasy. Faint beams of light filtered in through the portholes that had materialized in the front and sides of the ship. Tubes snaked their way around brass gears and pistons, which appeared to be ready to move at a moments notice. At the heart of the engine sat a strange, reactor-like furnace that burned with untapped power. The interior of the hull had changed to match the engines, as what had once been dark, damp and rusted was now illuminated, dry and gleaming. The secret panel Ferris had found was been replaced by a hatch, and the grimy emblem was now pristine and proudly displayed in the dead center of the metal door. Even the ladder appeared new and freshly painted

Purple sparks danced around the edges of the room, putting the finishing touches to the brass trimming as they began to repair the other broken, rusted, and otherwise rotted portions of the vessel.

----

If Larry had been paying close enough attention, he may have been able to make out the cries for help before they were shut out by the thickening hull of the ship. Unfortunately for Ferris, the over-muscular frat boy hadn't been listening , so the irony of his efforts were lost on him.

As he reached down towards the hatch, he paused push back his long, wavy hair back over his shoulders. I should cut it someday soon, He thought to himself, it might stop all those weird looks I keep on getting at the gym. There was a slight ripple across his body at this thought, but it went unnoticed.

"Need a hand?" Wilson offered.

"Nah man," Larry replied, stretching his arms out to the side. He ignored the faint sensations that were sinking into his expansive muscles as he grasped the hatch's handle in both hands. Just as he was about to rip the hatch open, he was overcome by a sudden weakness, as if all the strength in his body was being sapped out by some unknown force. If he had been paying more attention to his body, he may have noticed that his rock hard abs and bowling-ball biceps were melting away into smooth flab. His legs and back lost almost all of their definition and his neck thinned dramatically. Within seconds the evidence of countless afternoons spent in the gym were wiped from his body and his mind. Wilson's eyes glazed over for a moment, which was just enough time to prevent him from seeing his friend suddenly swell up in size before deflating. Larry lost new-found fat at a rate that would make dieticians foam at the mouth. His clothes, which had been struggling mere moments ago to contain his girth, shrunk down just as quickly to accommodate Larry's new build.

Of course, neither of the two young men in the room noticed this. After all, what was there to notice? Larry had always been the sort of person who refused to go the gym no matter how much his friends and family tried to coax him otherwise. Any "unnecessary exercise" was, in his opinion, to be avoided like the plague. Plus, it took away from time he could be spending getting plastered.

Ignorant of the fact that he had lost well over half of his body weight, Larry pulled on the hatch. When it refused to budge, he pulled harder, straining his increasingly scrawny arms. After a few, fruitless seconds, he gave up.

"It's not moving," a red-faced Larry said, "Ferris must've locked it on his way down."

"Or maybe you're just too weak to open it?" Wilson asked smugly.

"What, you don't believe me?" Larry huffed as he stepped away from the hatch, "be my guest."

"Relax dude," Wilson chuckled, "I'll take your word for it. 'Sides, if Ferris wants to be left alone, so be it."

Coming Up Next: Ferris gets boned *Bu-dum-Tss*

11-11-2013	#10
Rubilax The Demon Of Carnage Join Date: Feb 2013 Location: The Land Of Beavers and Syrup Posts: 48	Re: Under The General's Command (Work in Progress) Was away for a couple of days, but I'm back to deliver an extra-large update. Have at it! UPDATE? UPDATE! "Did you hear that?" Larry asked, flicking a lock of light brown hair off of his face. "The thud, right?" Wilson replied as scratched at his military-style buzz cut. "Yeah," Larry said, turning his head towards the door that led to the tugboat's engine room. "Hey Ferris," He shouted, "What's going on down there?" The long-haired man waited a moment for a response, but there was none. "He probably can't hear you from all the way over here," Wilson suggested. "I think you're right," Larry sighed, putting his beer down as he pushed himself off the chair, "Might need to get a little closer." "You do that," Wilson said, settling a little further back into his chair. As his friend made his over to the ladder, Wilson noticed that there was something off about the way Larry was walking, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was as if there was a certain sway to his step that hadn't been there before. Must be the beer, Wilson thought as sipped from his can. ---- "Son of a bitch," Ferris moaned. He slowly got up, nursing his jaw in one hand as he used the offending chair as a support. It didn't feel like he'd fractured anything, but it was sore nonetheless. He hadn't split his lip or broken his nose, so that was a plus. And it looks like my hair's stopped falling out, he thought as he carefully tugged at a few strands of hair to find that them securely fixed to his scalp. Had he been paying closer attention, Ferris may have found it strange that his hair was trickling past his ears like black licorice. A new development distracted Ferris before he could notice that his hair was now darker and longer than it had ever been. He hissed as an unbearable pressure suddenly built up behind his front teeth. They felt inflamed and strained, as if some demented dentist was assaulting his mouth with a set of industrial-grade pliers. Ferris opened his mouth and was about to reach in to find the source of the pain when the pressure peaked and released four sharp things into his hand. His expression turned into one of horror when he realized what the bloody objects that had popped out of his mouth were. Ferris squeaked, letting his teeth fall to the floor. His mind raced to find an explanation, any explanation, for what was happening to him. Radiation, he thought as he began to hyperventilate, this whole room must be irradiated. That's why I'm losing hair and teeth. That must be why this boat was so cheap. I have to get out of here. I have to get out now! But before he could so much as make a step towards the exit, the reverberation in his face intensified. Ferris fell to the floor, crying out in pain as his bones began to shift under his skin. He was too busy screaming to notice that the door as it slammed itself shut. ---- The rusted machinery that sat in the hull of the boat was gone, and in its place sat something that was out of steampunk fantasy. Faint beams of light filtered in through the portholes that had materialized in the front and sides of the ship. Tubes snaked their way around brass gears and pistons, which appeared to be ready to move at a moments notice. At the heart of the engine sat a strange, reactor-like furnace that burned with untapped power. The interior of the hull had changed to match the engines, as what had once been dark, damp and rusted was now illuminated, dry and gleaming. The secret panel Ferris had found was been replaced by a hatch, and the grimy emblem was now pristine and proudly displayed in the dead center of the metal door. Even the ladder appeared new and freshly painted Purple sparks danced around the edges of the room, putting the finishing touches to the brass trimming as they began to repair the other broken, rusted, and otherwise rotted portions of the vessel. ---- If Larry had been paying close enough attention, he may have been able to make out the cries for help before they were shut out by the thickening hull of the ship. Unfortunately for Ferris, the over-muscular frat boy hadn't been listening , so the irony of his efforts were lost on him. As he reached down towards the hatch, he paused push back his long, wavy hair back over his shoulders. I should cut it someday soon, He thought to himself, it might stop all those weird looks I keep on getting at the gym. There was a slight ripple across his body at this thought, but it went unnoticed. "Need a hand?" Wilson offered. "Nah man," Larry replied, stretching his arms out to the side. He ignored the faint sensations that were sinking into his expansive muscles as he grasped the hatch's handle in both hands. Just as he was about to rip the hatch open, he was overcome by a sudden weakness, as if all the strength in his body was being sapped out by some unknown force. If he had been paying more attention to his body, he may have noticed that his rock hard abs and bowling-ball biceps were melting away into smooth flab. His legs and back lost almost all of their definition and his neck thinned dramatically. Within seconds the evidence of countless afternoons spent in the gym were wiped from his body and his mind. Wilson's eyes glazed over for a moment, which was just enough time to prevent him from seeing his friend suddenly swell up in size before deflating. Larry lost new-found fat at a rate that would make dieticians foam at the mouth. His clothes, which had been struggling mere moments ago to contain his girth, shrunk down just as quickly to accommodate Larry's new build. Of course, neither of the two young men in the room noticed this. After all, what was there to notice? Larry had always been the sort of person who refused to go the gym no matter how much his friends and family tried to coax him otherwise. Any "unnecessary exercise" was, in his opinion, to be avoided like the plague. Plus, it took away from time he could be spending getting plastered. Ignorant of the fact that he had lost well over half of his body weight, Larry pulled on the hatch. When it refused to budge, he pulled harder, straining his increasingly scrawny arms. After a few, fruitless seconds, he gave up. "It's not moving," a red-faced Larry said, "Ferris must've locked it on his way down." "Or maybe you're just too weak to open it?" Wilson asked smugly. "What, you don't believe me?" Larry huffed as he stepped away from the hatch, "be my guest." "Relax dude," Wilson chuckled, "I'll take your word for it. 'Sides, if Ferris wants to be left alone, so be it." **Coming Up Next: Ferris gets boned Bu-dum-Tss** Last edited by Rubilax; 11-11-2013 at 09:29 PM.