Summary: Violence! Action! Women! Giant Women?!? A "not so average" story about a secret agent and his adventure to retrieve the government's most secret scientific achievement.
NOTE: NOT an adult story. Meant for entertainment purposes ONLY.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Categories: Slow Size Change,
Adult 30-39,
Adventure,
Gentle Characters: None
Growth: Giant (31 ft. to 50 ft.)
Shrink: None
Size Roles: None
Warnings: This story is for entertainment purposes only.
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 6
Completed: No
Word count: 3213
Read: 48056
Published: December 13 2007
Updated: August 06 2008
Story Notes:
A top secret growth serum is stolen from the US government. Now, Jet must get it back by any means necessary.
1. Prologue Part I by Sir Lime
2. Prologue Part II by Sir Lime
3. A Hero Rising by Sir Lime
4. The Assignment by Sir Lime
5. Back to the Streets of SF by Sir Lime
6. Another Day, Another Killer on the Loose by Sir Lime
Prologue Part I by Sir Lime
Author's Notes:
Some characters of the story of a certain significance are introduced along with the plot of the story.
Time: 24:47
Country: China
General Location:
East offshore of Shanghai
“Switching to hyper-sensitive sound wave detection mode momentarily……
……change in spy equipment completed
Activating translator. Target language: Chinese……
……translator, activated.”
“Damn you’re fast SONYA. Or, should I call you Spy Operator of Navigation and Yielder of Accessories?” , whispered Don to SONYA, an Artificial Intelligence spy helper. She could clearly be heard in his right ear though an advanced wireless, plastic, black earpiece. Her voice was being heard all the way from a super computer in Washington DC with a mind, conscience, and feelings of its own. She was designed to not only help the US with major problems, but to also add good company and control of the spy equipment.
“You may feel free to call me whichever, but it is advised to use SONYA for benefit of saved time and my protection and secrecy due to….”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard this lecture a thousand times. Fuck, ya think the dumb-shits that made ya would’ve put a “no bitchin’ chip” in ya or somethin….” ,Don replied in an as unhappy, rude, and silent way as possible. Don is a man who is at least 6 foot tall with short brown hair and an obviously ripped body. He should anyways, being one of the top spies for the US. “….just kidding!”, Don said playfully, “ Keep your head up……or whatever you got, ‘cause I need a miracle to make it out of here alive……wait! Shit, stay quiet! I’ve got the douche-bag talkin’!”.
“Yes sir. Stealth mode, activated”.
Both SONYA and Don became completely quiet. Don laid down perfectly flat on his surface and became unnoticeable as he blended in with the darkness with his all black spy guise. He reminds himself that he’s on the roof of a boat and can easily be heard or seen, so special precautions should be taken. Going lower on the boat, a man rushes into the room directly below Don, infuriated (to an extreme that seemed irreversible at the time) and yelling at another man.
“……but, sir…..”, said a henchman disappointedly, “….we’re sure we did everything you said! It’s just that the American government has so many precautions to so many of their defensive procedures that it’s just impossible to get anyone who can bypass their system.”
The boat became completely silent. Nothing but waves and the rocking of the boat could be heard. A slightly loud but very heavy sigh could be heard from the now calmed man. The henchman stood completely motionless, hoping that he would stay this way.
“……damn you Kun Kien, I swear that you will be the end of me……”,the man said, “……just tell me, is the growth serum secure? I just hope we can escape safely with it.” Kun left the room quietly to go check.
“Wha….?!?”, thought Don in an alarmed state, “…growth serum?!?!?! The government never informed me of this in the mission description! Holy shit, is this real? I had no idea…….well….we do have some of the best scientists in the world…”
Kun entered quietly once more. “Yes sir. The serum is secure. The original and only copy of the procedure and list of ingredients is as well, Mr. Zhang-shi, sir.”
“Zhang-shi……growth serum and recipe…..you getting all this SONYA?”, Don whispered. “Yes sir. The information is being transmitted to high government officials as we speak. Processing report………”
Whack!
Suddenly everything went black.
End Notes:
Will Don escape? What happened to SONYA? Kun and Zhang? Why China? Why, what, who, where, when, how! These questions and more will be anwered........or not. But don't fret! There's more!
Prologue Part II by Sir Lime
Author's Notes:
The conclusion to the prologue, and a gateway tword the stroy.
Time: 3:28
“………..uhhh….(yawn)…….ow, fuck my head hurts…..”
Don looked up, and tried to remember what happened. He couldn’t recognize where he was. “Let’s see……”, Don said pensively, “…..hhmmm…….oh yeah! I was on a mission……………Zhang-shi! Shit! Where the hell is………”, then Don remembered SONYA. He couldn’t feel the earpiece. Then he thrashed around very violently with no apparent reaction, and then realized, “…..wait. I can feel rocking.” Don’s heart sank to the conclusion he unfortunately came to.
Don was tied down to a metal pillar with a rope and chains in the giant cargo ship. He had nothing with him at all. None of his gear, barely enough clothing to keep him decent (this means no shoes, socks, or pants; only a very light white t-shirt and his navy blue boxers) and no support from SONYA either. All hope seemed lost. He thought of a way to escape. It didn’t seem possible. Nothing did.
Time: 7:32
Don had fallen asleep. But he was woken up by the henchman he heard earlier named Kun Kien. Don noticed his short stature and short straight black hair. He was badly shaven and even a bit ugly. He shoved a piece of old, but not stale, bread into his mouth and said something in Chinese and walked out again though the heavy metal door. Don rudely spat the bread out on the floor. A few moments later, Zhang came in. He began talking to him in a very bad and heavily accented English.
“So American spy, you like my ship? It is nice. And what it carries, stupidendious…”
“It’s stupendous, dumb-shit.”
“Well look who is asking for it! Oh! Look….”
Zhang held out his Don’s earpiece if front of his face.
“I think this has a tracker, no? Well, let’s see them find us now!”
Zhang easily crumpled up and destroyed the earpiece until it was mere shards in his rough hands. He then went over to a rail of the boat and sprinkled the pieces into the ocean.
“Quite a shame…….they will miss their spy…….maybe…”
Zhang called over Kun in Chinese. He then began explaining something to him with Kun a bit hesitant. But, he finally nodded his head and walked slowly over to Don.
“Too bad you are……what’s the word…….useless.”
Kun reached into his jacket and pulled out a pistol and held it against his right temple.
“You had and have nothing of any value to me. Oh well, I hope your stay was nice, because your end won’t be.”
“WAIT! NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS! THE US WILL FIND AND KILL…..!!!”, Don yelled and thrashed helplessly.
BLAM!
Don went limp. Blood splattered all over the wall to his left.
Zhang gave a sigh of relief. Then he yelled something else at Kun in Chinese and pointed to the ocean. Kun nodded and quietly put on some gloves and tossed Don’s body into the ocean. Kun then burned the gloves and went back to his initial job protecting the cargo. Zhang went to the rail and watched Don’s body taint the ocean with red and float away. It wasn’t long before the nearby seagulls would feast on his corpse, and Don was long forgotten.
End Notes:
Don is dead. The US has lost Zhang's trail. But, ends lead to beginnings.
A Hero Rising by Sir Lime
Author's Notes:
Forget about Don for a bit. Now, we focus on a new hero: a secret agent named Jet. It lacks action, but starts off his story with a bit more understanding of a public.
Time: 10:13
Country: United States of America
General Location: San Francisco
It was a few days after the disappearance of the famous Don Rogers, or, famous within the government. Jet Slate was having an ordinary day, walking through the densely crowded sidewalk. Jet was a tall man (about 6’ 2”) who had dark black hair and dark skin being half Mexican and half English. At the moment, he wore blue jeans and a black t-shirt. Casual, and his normal outfit. He had heard that the US government said the last place they traced him to be was off the coast of Shanghai, but who cares about spies? They made him as a secret agent look bad.
But, none of this had any concern with him. Or, at least he thought so.
Jet had to see his superior at the moment. They informed him that they had a new top secret assignment for him. He walked swiftly with his hands in his pockets and head down until he reached his destination. He looked up at the enormous skyscraper thinking of what a drag it was having his meeting at one of the higher floors. It was a beautiful building with an exterior of mostly glass and granite. He estimated it to be at least thirty stories high.
Jet opened the glass doors and walked in. Everyone in the first floor had black suits on. No surprise. Except the woman at the counter in front of him. He walked over to her and asked her quietly, “Do you know which floor is the Department of National Security?” She looked up at him and gave him a bright smile that very few others could probably do all day and replied, “ Why, yes I do!” She was a short blonde woman with a gold rimmed nametag that said: Lisa. “It’s on the twenty……no…thirty-second floor.” “Thanks”, Jet replied normally.
Jet then headed to the elevators. He pushed a round white plastic button with a picture of a triangle pointing up and watched as it lit up as he did so. He heard the humming of the elevators, even with all the talking people around him.
He never liked waiting for elevators. But, hey, who’s going to take the stairs instead? Not him. Or, at least not today. He wondered about his assignment, the floor that awaited him, even about lunch. Then he started worrying. Thank god it wasn't about anything too strange. Just the details of his mission.
But, thankfully for him, all he needed to do was wait for a bit……
End Notes:
Damn those slow elevators. Can't take too long though.....right?
The Assignment by Sir Lime
Author's Notes:
The twenty second floor and all it's majesty. Another slow scene. But a transition into a new story tempo.
Time: 10:27
Ding!
The shiny metal doors slid opened. Jet looked into the elevator and saw it was the usual. Bland interior, metal rail, and no music. Funny, how everyone always refers to elevator music when they hear boring, monotone music. But it’s hard to find an elevator playing any music.
He stepped in and turned around and looked at the panel of floor buttons. He quietly chuckled a bit when he saw how many floors there were.
“Thirty nine floors. Man, was I off.”
He quickly scanned through all the button numbers, and pushed the one with the number thirty two on it.
Jet leaned on the rail as the doors slid shut. A mechanical whirring could be heard along with the change of upward motion. Time slowly passed by along with each floor of the ever-tall building.
Time: 10:28
Ding!
Once more the elevator doors slid open. Jet looked up and saw only grey. It was a very morbid floor with grey walls, carpets, ceilings, even attitudes. Cubicles were everywhere on the floor. He saw a very depressed man who was partially bald but had half a halo of brown hair in a strange olive green suit.
“Yes, uh, Mr. Slate? I’m Jerry. You seem to be, oh…(Jerry glances at his silver watch)…two minutes early.”
“Yeah, no shit”, Jet thought seeing how the room had at least one plastic, gold rimmed clock on each wall.
“Even so, I was told you were needed to be seen immediately”, Jerry replied in an objective state.
“I see…”, Jet replied in almost a heavy-hearted way, reluctant to start any time soon.
“Follow me.”
Jerry led Jet to his left, over to more glass doors in which seemed to hold a conference room with, who would’ve guessed, more grey. He opened the door, allowing Jet to enter, and left for more tasks all with the simple need of completion.
Jet stood there for a second looking at a man in grey pants, white shirt, crimson red and navy blue striped tie. He was a Caucasian man with brown, ruffled, greasy hair with a cigar in his mouth. He stood up from his spot at the grey rectangular table and gave him a sullen handshake.
“Hello. I’m Bob. Do you know why you’re here?”
“Hmmmm….to save America? Save innocent lives? Do something without any meaning to anyone except the government?”
“Ha! You wish! You’re gonna clean up a spy’s mess.”
“Yippee.” Jet thought, “Got to looove them.”
“Ever heard about Don Rogers?” Bob asked.
“Yeah…..why?”
“Because YOU get to finish what he figured out”
“And what, need I ask, did he find out?”
“He found out that a man named Zhang-shi stole the US’ greatest scientific achievement”
Bob placed a photo of a short, partially bald, Chinese man with a mustache in front of Jet.
“He is our main suspect of more than twenty deaths…”, Bob continued, “…including Don’s. So, we are setting you up with a connection with the top AI spy partner, SONYA. Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures.” Jet was handed a similar earpiece that Don once had.
“Great. I’m partnered up with a spy helper.” Jet pushed the device in his ear as he said so.
“Hey! She has saved many lives, and solved many predicaments. Besides, she requested to be within your presence due to her strong relations with Don. She felt she needed to straighten things out. Get to know her, get some food, get some sleep. Tomorrow you’re going to the assumed area of Zhang’s presence: Hong Kong.’
“Hello. I’m SONYA,…” SONYA said cheerfully, “…otherwise known as Spy Operator of Navigation and Yielder of Accessories. Some necessary technological information is a necessity to be known which I will explain….”
“Hold up there. I didn’t ask for any directions did I? If I wanted an instruction manual, I would’ve asked for one.”
“Well……you sure do behave very much like Don did…”
“I bet. Just don’t push it. Got it?”
“Affirmative. Pardon any wrong I have brought upon you.”
“Don’t sweat it. Man I wish my superiors acted more like you”
“I see.”
“Well, I’m starved. Let’s get some lunch.”
“Let’s.”
“Just remember,” Bob said, “ You need help or information on the mission, ask SONYA.”
“Gotcha.”
And with that, Jet and SONYA left. Back to the crowded streets of San Francisco.
End Notes:
Jet and SONYA. A dynamic duo? Or just plain failure? Hong Kong? LUNCH? Finally, the connection between the prologue and story is made.
Back to the Streets of SF by Sir Lime
Author's Notes:
Out and About.
Time: 10:36
Plenty of time to do whatever he wanted. No idea what was next. Just walking down the crowded streets of San Francisco, trying to get home to have some lunch. Lunch at a restaurant was way too expensive. Looking down at the grey paved sidewalk, he realized he actually had plenty of questions for SONYA.
“Hey SONYA.”
“Yes Jet?”
“Uhhh…you wouldn’t happen to have any info on this assignment do you?”
“Of course. I have all the country’s and it’s allies’ government information at our disposal.”
“Wow. Didn’t think I was that special. Well, now that I know I’ve got all that, why don’t you give me an overview of whatever this is we’re after.”
“Right away, one moment please…the U.S.A.’s top secret project Gamma 00154, or Project Megas. An experiment first started nine years ago in the state of California, was being conducted to find a way to increase the overall size of any living object. Completed three years ago, but with questionable outcomes to test subjects. The new and improved serum was completed last year. When the serum is injected into the subject, it goes into its circulatory system and spreads artificial mitochondria to all the subject’s cells. The artificial mitochondria then begin to build their very own artificial enzymes, which in turn cause an explosion in cell growth, causing all the subject’s cells to grow tenfold in size. The new serum was successfully remade to prevent any uneven growth or any changes in the subject’s color.”
“Whoa hold on there. Color change? Why would that happen?”
“In the first serum, actual plant mitochondria were used in their tests. So, when animals were exposed to it, they turned green.”
“Ok…”
“Zhang-shi stole 5 vials of the new serum, and is now said to now be somewhere in China and…”
“Whoa, let’s not do any relapsing. I think I get the basic overview, thanks.”
End Notes:
Objective: Retrieve Project Megas
Another Day, Another Killer on the Loose by Sir Lime
Time: 4:30
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
THACK!
Jet slammed down on his alarm clock on the dark wooden stand to his right. It’s a small, square, black, plastic digital clock. It has that same, annoying wake-up call that’s probably the last thing you’d want to hear in the morning. But at least it does what it’s supposed to.
“Sigh…mmmmm…”
It’s 4:30 in the morning, and today’s the day Jet has to get up, go to the crowded San Francisco airport, and go to China. Thank god he doesn’t have to pay for the flight. Tickets are outrageous.
“…fuck this…”
Jet rolls over and covers himself a bit more with his blankets and takes a deep breath and lays there. It feels way too good. He should probably get up…but no…he’s got plenty of time.
Time: 4:35
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!…
Damn it. He fell asleep. Again.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
THUNK, thunk,… THACK!
He missed the clock two times, but hit his alarm clock on the third. Good thing he set it to go off a second time.
“Man… I should really move my alarm clock” he thought.
Right next to his bed is a horrible place. He figured out two ways that are really good ways to get him up and ready for his day. The first is to move the clock as far away from him as possible, but keep it in the room and at it’s loudest. Then, when it goes off, it keeps going until he finally gets up, walks over to it, and turns it off. The second is good if you’re room is messy. What you do is very similar to that, but better. Find a faraway spot in the room that is really cluttered up by your stuff. Then, take the alarm clock, and mix it into the pile(try not to look where it is, you want to make it take a while to find it). Now, when you wake up, you won’t just have to get up and move, but you’ll keep yourself up and you’ll get you brain to wake up and start thinking.
Time: 4:44
Jet finally got up and brushed his teeth with his white electric toothbrush in his white, tiled bathroom. While doing that, he opened the olive green curtains in his bedroom (right next to his bathroom) to see San Francisco’s streets in the partially lighted darkness. Jet lived in a nice apartment right next to a busy four-way intersection. You can see cars stop and go every now and then. The city is lighted only by it’s street lights and various nearby lights in the buildings nearby. The horizon was still very dark, but showed signs that the sun would be arriving soon. But only if it stayed clear and if there’s no fog. He walked back into his bathroom with a towel in hand. Time for another wonderful morning shower.
Time:
4: 58
Jet lowered his watch.
“The taxi driver should be here soon…” Jet thought.
He was standing outside his apartment building with his suitcase waiting for the taxi that was sent for him to take him to the airport.
Time: 5:03
Finally, a white taxi with a checkered stripe on the side and a white plastic sign on top of it stopped in front of him and rolled down it’s window. Inside was a short fat Indian guy (don’t get Indian and Native American mixed up) with long hairy arms with two gold bracelets on each one.
“Are you uhhh…Jet Slate?
He had a fat accent when he talked, but his words were clear.
“That’s me” Jet replied, in no way sarcastic or motivated.
“O.k. then. Let me help you with that”
He got out and put his suitcase into the trunk of the white car. Jet noticed as he got into the back seat that on the side it said:
San Francisco
Quality Cabs
He sat down and waited for the driver to get back in and drive him to his destination. The seats had these ugly covers that not only looked like carpet, but felt like carpet too. In no way were they comfortable.
As the driver got in, Jet thought to himself, “Yeah, quality my ass.”
They drove off down the crowded streets just like anyone would. They were doing like anyone else would on a normal day to the airport. They thought like it was any normal day to the airport. But it isn’t any normal day. It’s the start of the first day to catch a killer, and terrorist.
End Notes:
Waking up is the hardest part of the day for most people. But maybe no for Jet...
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.