Tank woke up hungry. As usual. Ever since growing to 12 feet tall and thicker and stronger than any man in history, he always felt a distant hunger gnawing at him, never quite satisfied no matter how much he ate. While the formula had changed him so that he never really needed food to survivehe would have to eat a tremendous amount of food every day just to maintain his massive bodyhe always wanted more. It felt good to stuff himself, to feel full and packed with energy, to feel
more.
More. It was a thought and a drive that seemed to occupy his thoughts constantly lately. More power, more size, more food. Just more everything. More.
The brute stretched his broad chest and raised his arms into the air, extended the round muscles of his torso, hearing the flesh strain and pop as he did. He sat up, scratched his sizable junk in the tight underarmor boxer briefs that clung to his beefy frame, and looked at the clock in the garage he had made his den. 2am. Perfect time to go out and have some fun, and to get a snack.
More. It was a thought and a drive that seemed to occupy his thoughts constantly lately. More power, more size, more food. Just more everything. More.
The brute stretched his broad chest and raised his arms into the air, extended the round muscles of his torso, hearing the flesh strain and pop as he did. He sat up, scratched his sizable junk in the tight underarmor boxer briefs that clung to his beefy frame, and looked at the clock in the garage he had made his den. 2am. Perfect time to go out and have some fun, and to get a snack.