FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

***********

Welcome to the first scenario in The Simulator event entitled 'Grant's Rampage'.

This product is brought to you by NexSoft, a branch of the Nexus Conglomerate.

The votes have been tallied.

14 votes have been cast towards Grant taking the pill immediately.

29 votes were cast towards going straight to bed.

Thank you for your votes.

Enjoy the program.

NexSoft, our Programs, your Will.

**********

A mysterious pill from someone he didn't know? Grant would've been the stupidest person in the world to take it so blatantly. Still, he didn't just throw it away. The pill must've come from someone and someone who knew his first name. Maybe he could call the police and get the package traced or something.

But that was a concern for tomorrow and Grant shuffled to his bedroom, leaving the package on the kitchen counter. He threw off his blazer, tossed aside his shoes and slumped into his hard mattress face first. He was asleep before he hit the bed. It was about 1 AM in the morning when he found the sweet embrace of slumber only to experience a mostly dreamless sleep though he did have occasional flashes of a handsome Corporal and the impromptu dinner they had together.

********

Morning came faster than Grant though possible - at least he thought it was morning. His alarm clock blared and he shuffled to hit the snooze button. Strangely, no matter how many times he smashed his fist against the big, round button, the incessant ringing would not die down. With an annoyed grunt, he peeled himself from his bed and stared through bleary eyes at his clock.

For a second he didn't understand why in the world his clock would wake him at twelve midnight. Did his clock go backwards? Had they hit daylight savings time? Then he saw the little 'PM' on the side of the clock and his heart kick started into a panic. He didn't think it was possible to sleep for more than twelve hours but all those early mornings and last night's late foray finally caught up with him.

He barely showered and just threw on whatever he could before bolting out of the door. Running all the way to the office didn't help and he could feel the sweat painting his armpits and dropping down his brow as he hurried down the street. His stomach was killing him with hunger but the adrenaline was pushing all of that down long enough for him to reach his office and take that hellish elevator ride back up to his floor.

It was with some relief that he slumped down into his cubicle without much opposition. He switched on his computer and immediately got to work. Normally, a five hour work day wouldn't be so bad but Grant was starved, frazzled and still in a panic. The time flew by as he hastily got caught up with all of the morning's emails.

Only when five-thirty hit did the bombshell of being late hit.

"Alibrandi!"

George's shark fin of hair cut through the rows of cubicles to stand in front of him, arms crossed and his face beetroot red. At least he remembered Grant's name this time.

"You were late this morning," he barked. "And where the fuck is that fucking quarterly finance report!?"

Grant blinked a couple of times. He was sure he had gone through all the emails of the day. From the corner of his eye, he was somewhat relieved that there weren't any unread mails in his inbox. George must be talking about the previous evening's report, the very same report that he had already provided. Frustrated from his late day and still reeling for having slept in so long, Grant was feeling irritable and it was clouding the meek side of him, telling him to remind George that he had given over the report the previous night. However, some sense remained. George was still a powder keg just waiting to explode and one wrong word could tick him off.

But no one, superior or not, had the right to treat anyone else like dirt especially if they had done the work.

"I gave you the report last night," he responded a little tersely. "You had me stay an extra hour after six just to make you the report you asked me to make at five fifty-eight." Before George could reply, Grant spun towards his computer and pulled up the email. "See? Right here. This is what you asked of me. And here's the print job I sent. You can check my profile to see that I printed the document. I'm even pretty sure that if you check the security cameras, you'll see me here past seven giving you the report while you played on your phone.

George's eyes widen in horror. Whether or not he was unused to being talked back to or he was just coming to the realisation that Grant had just proven him wrong wasn't immediately obvious. Though all the workers on the floor were starting to poke their heads up at the one guy on that had the balls to stand up to the rampaging red head... and winning, from all appearances.

George tries to regain his composure but his face has started to go from red as a hydrant to pale as a ghost. "Are you giving me lip?" he snaps.

"No," Grant answered. "Just telling you that I've given you that 'fucking quarterly finance report'." He quickly lifted his hands. "Your words. Not mine."

George's lips twist into a terrible sneer. "That's it, Alibrandi! I've had it with your slack attitude! You're fired!"

Grant froze. Fired... He was fired.

He had just lost his job... Without a job, he wouldn't be able to support himself and have to go back to the farm to be the accountant for his father...

"But I -" he began

It was a mistake to show any signs of weakness in front of George. His face goes bright red again.

"No excuses, Grant! GET THE FUCK OUT! SECURITY!"

He wasn't even given time to pack his belongings or even log off from his computer. Two security guards seized his arms and escorted him out of the building, practically throwing him out on the streets. Grant, dumbstruck and feeling strangely numb, did the only thing that he could think of... and that was to walk zombie-like back towards his apartment.

He was fired... that would mean he'd have to move back to the farm... and then he'd never get to see David again... And it was all because of George.

"Fuck George!" he growled to himself angrily. "He's going to have to pay me a hell of a severance package."

That severance package would be huge considering all the added leave time and overtime that he was had accumulated. If he was feeling particularly vindictive, Grant knew he could sue George's ass for gross misconduct or something. Such a massive financial loss would be taken right out of George's hide.

How he wished he had the balls to say that outright when George had said those magical words.

Though Grant knew he'd have to explain to his future employers how and why he got fired from his last job. He doubted 'because my boss is an ass' would look well on his resume.

A call would probably come either tomorrow or later in the evening from someone higher than George to either apologise or explain the termination procedures. He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to go back even if he was offered the job especially if he still worked under George.

Grant walked back down the street to his apartment. Even thirty minutes of walking didn't ease the fury he felt towards George who had made his life a living hell for the past few years. The idea of crushing George beneath some legal paperwork and driving him into the ground was oddly satisfying and he couldn't help but grin as he entered his apartment and shut the door.

His eyes instantly fall on the strange pill that he had left overnight.

Another problem he would have to deal with... But then again.

He recalled the note on the box the pill had come in. Looking down into the box and the pill inside, a devious grin crossed his face. The note did promise him the ability to squash those that had squashed him. And at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to crush George, rip that stupid hairstyle right off his head and grind him into the ground.

"What's the worst that could happen?" he told himself, picking up the pill. He froze at the thought that it could be something poisonous like cyanide or arsenic. Then he shook his head free of the thought. If he felt a burning sensation, he'd call for help. After all, the pill advertised that he'd get to trample those that crushed him, right?

With that thought in mind, he tossed the pill into his mouth and let it slide down his throat. Almost instantly, a wave of nausea hits him. Regret instantly bubbled up within him as well as a strangle gurgling sensation in his stomach. He could barely stand as he stumbled across the apartment and fell heavily down onto the sofa with a heavy thump.

His feet started to ache unbearable to the point where it was starting to strain against his shoes. It felt like his toes were about to burst from the tips of his shoes! Hot sweat began pouring down his brow. White great effort, Grant reached down and pulled off his right shoe. There wasn't even time to pull off his black sock. He could only watch in horror as his foot started to grow right before his eyes, expanding, thickening. The fabric of the sock started to strain, stretching and groaning in protest as it became unable to contain the growing limb within it. With a loud rip, the soles tore open and his big toe punctured the black cloth. Another tear and a pop filled Grant's ears as his left foot burst free from the confines of his shoe. Strangely, there was a sense of relief that came from the sudden freedom but that quickly fled as panic came with the tightness his feet had experienced began spreading throughout his entire body.

Grant's breathing suddenly became very rapid as he desperately stumbled towards his bedroom door. His shoulders brushed against the doorframe, shocking him momentarily. His shoulders were never that wide before. That thought was brushed aside as he hurried towards the bathroom. The tiled floors were cool against his bare feet. That sensation was secondary to another feeling...

... the feeling of arousal.

He could feel his cock pumping full of blood in his pants and he couldn't help but reach down and grow it, eliciting a groan from his lips. A shake of his head freed him momentarily from the lusty thoughts and he propped himself up against the sink, desperate to check what was happening to his body.

Right before his eyes, the thin, angular jaw started to morph and change. An unbelievable sensation of release erupted from beneath his skin as his skull shoots forward, pulling his noes, teeth and tongue with it. He panted heavily, his tongue thickening and lengthening as it lashed out against the strong, monstrous shape it was becoming. His nostrils take command of his nose, flattening out and becoming two, big slits. A heavy snort followed every deep pant he made, quickly fogging up the mirror. He desperately wiped away the moisture just in time to see thick, brown hairs start to grow all over his mutated face, covering what should have been his upper lip and jaw, forming a rather strapping five o'clock shadow.

Having never grown facial hair before even well into his thirties, Grant was horrified but then that horror is filled with an overwhelming sense of power. He gripped the sides of his elongated face as it stretched further and further forward, the groan emerging from his lips deepening with the thickening of his neck. Right beneath his fingers, he could feel the bone, skin and muscles shift. Then, an immense pressure began building at the tip of his nose and just about halfway up his newly formed muzzle. He watched with a mixture of fascination and arousal as two lumps began growing where the pressure was building. It was like feeling his cock hardening. As the lumps grew bigger and longer, he grew more and more aroused and he couldn't help but rub the lumps, curious if he could stimulate it. Sadly, it was not as sensitive as the inhuman sausage that was growing in his pants. They actually felt a little numb and when the sharp point emerged from the lumps, he realised that he was growing horns. As they grew, some primal beast began rapidly seeping into his psyche. The horns were big. They were huge. They were manly. He gripped his cock, growling lustily.

Grant then felt faint pinpricks against his ears and the proximity of the faint pain to his brain shocked him back to humanity. He tore his gaze from the sexy representation of his manliness and power towards his ears that had reshaped themselves and migrated to the top of his head, nestled amongst the spikey nest of brown hair that sat atop his head, hair that looked so ridiculously small against his enlarged hair.

His skin began to crackle loudly. Pale, white flesh began fading into a thick, tough, grey hide. Impenetrable armour. Nothing would be able to get through it. His thoughts were instantly permeated with images of bullets bouncing off the thick hide and how no blade would be able to cut through it. Not only did he have two weapons jutting out of his face but his head was covered in thick armour! He groped himself a little more, precum soaking his work pants.

The faint wetness gave him the strength to tear his thoughts back from the growing beast. He took a step back away from the mirror and the rhinoceros staring back at him with a strangely human expression of horror on his face. He touched his long, enlarged head, just making sure that what he was seeing was real.

With a panicked scream that rocked his apartment, Grant spun and stumbled back out of the bathroom. He smashed past the doorframe of his bedroom, taking a chunk out of the wood. The impact send shim tumbling to the ground, gasping in pain. Adrenaline once more pumps through his veins, pushing down the pain. Through the pumping of his own heart, he could hear his other neighbour, not David Brinks, shouting for him to keep it down.

Realising that he cannot let anyone see him as he was, Grant tried to think through his rationally.

The box!

He hurried back towards the package which still rested on the kitchen counter where he had left it. A wave of arousal washed all over his body, rippling up from his feet, shaking his things and rolling up his spine. His lips formed a big 'O' as a long moan escaped his lips. With each quake all over his body, he could feel his spine stretched, lengthening and growing. The slim waist that had always been pointed out to be girlish and thin started to widen, broadening in anticipation of the enormous, muscular bulk that would soon occupy his upper body.

Fighting off the urge to tear his pants completely off and let his throbbing member loose, Grant seized the brown box the pill had come in, desperately searching it for signs of something, anything, that could tell him what was happening. But there was nothing except that note from the mysterious Director. Frustration continued to build inside of him. A growl rose from deep within his throat. With each passing second, that growl grew deeper and deeper, becoming an ominous rumble that shook his pectorals muscles. That shaking soon began to stop as those very muscles tightened into iron cords, leaving no room for movement except for tensing. His suit jacket let out a pathetic whimper as the buttons flew off and its shoulders tore apart to let Grant's big, broad deltoids free. His biceps screamed for release and out of pure instinct, he tore one hand away from the box to rip the sleeve off the other arm.

Grant lost himself for a moment to gaze in awe at the throbbing muscle that was his upper arm. Thick veins grew more and more defined as the moments ticked by, the muscles beneath the skin growing with new mass until it was as big as watermelons, stretching his skin taut. Before the juicy muscles could burst through your flesh, your skin starts to harden, turning into a slate grey, leather. A compulsion draws you to stretch your arm out and watch as it lengthened in front of you, muscles building to grow make sure they were proportionate to your gargantuan upper arm that had to be at least fifty inches thick!

His other arm joined its brother, bursting out of his suit and collared shirt. The rumbling from his throat turned from one of frustration to unrestrained pleasure as he instinctively flexed his chest muscles. His pectorals tore through the rest of his shirt, leaving only bare flesh for the cool night air. There is a moment of relief as he found himself no longer restrained by the tight clothing. Once glance down and he couldn't help but feel amazed. His chest had become the site of two intimidating mountains with his nipples at their peak. Thick, brown hairs start to push through the surface, forming a light dusting even as his skin starts to turn the same grey leather as his arms. He reached down and rolled his thick fingers down his abdominals, amazed and aroused at the presence of the hard lumps that are a six pack.

His fingers start to swell and they instinctively clench. With his other hand still gripping the box, it crushed the box beyond recognition though its purpose and his reason for searching it had been long forgotten. His nails become a stark white instead of the pinkish colouration they were before. A grunt left his lips as he toppled over the kitchen counter, his enormous arms slamming against the stone, cracking it loudly. There is something unsatisfying about that meagre crack and with a tremendous growl, he lifted his arms and brought them crashing back down against the counter, shattering it completely. The rush of power, the feeling of crushing something that he couldn't have broken before pushes his back muscles to grow to match his torso. His spine lengthened, perhaps even strengthened and raw, primal power fills him.

Grant's humanity still clung on doggedly to the realisation that this was farm from normal and he lunged towards the telephone sitting right beside his sofa. His legs gave out as he approached it and he fell face flat on the floor. The heavy thump resounds across the apartments as his heavy body smashes against the floorboards. A cry erupts from his lips, not one of horror or pain but one of immeasurable pleasure. Every fibre of his body felt so good. Muscles felt like they were being massaged from deep within while his bones felt so warm. He couldn't help but reach for his crotch as he tried to stand once more, one part of his body giving in to the lusty beast he was becoming while the other struggled against it. One squeeze of his huge hands caused his cock to spasm and shoot a glob of precum into his pants. The mini-orgasm is enough to throw him back onto his rump, making him shiver and shudder in pleasure.

Through bleary eyes, dazed in pleasure, he watched with a lewd grin on his face as his legs start to stretch further and further away from him. Pants that were made for someone much bigger than himself started to fill out not with fat but with raw, strong muscle. Power and strength are the ideas that fill his mind, poisoning it with thoughts of crushing people beneath his big feet. A grin crossed his features as his legs snap o and break his sit pants at the seams. His feet must've been size 14s at that point and he watched with a lick of his lips as they only grew bigger and bigger.

A lust-crazed squeeze of his cock only further poisons his mind as his inflating junk starts to force his legs apart. Even with his thighs becoming so big that they start to push up against his sofa and his calves were practically tearing through the lower part of his pants, all is focus was on his cock. He watched the changes while rubbing his cock through the fabric, watching his soft, pink toenails harden and become less and less human, becoming hard, white plates and his pale, white flesh hardening into a slate grey, armour-like hide.

The heavy throbbing in his hands became too much and one glance at the outline of his cock warned him that it was about ready to burst. There was something infinitely masculine about his bursting free of his pants without any aid and he leaned back, moaning loudly to let it happen. Thick veins could actually be seen through the fabric as his member continued to grow with new mass. He could feel his balls churning, growing to meet the demand of his engorged cock. Unable to bear not touching that hot piece of meat, he gave his member one squeeze. The blast of pleasure is so intense that it made his legs lash out like he had been electrocuted. His foot struck the telephone sitting on the ground with enough force to send it crashing into the opposite wall, smashing it to bits.

A moan rolled from his lips and he could hear someone bashing at the walls telling him to keep it down. That voice is enough to bring him to his senses, if only temporarily and he managed to stagger to his feet. The sudden added height gave him momentary vertigo. He must've been well over six feet tall!

With that last revelation, the last vestiges of his humanity started to leave him, coming to accept the fact that this new, sexy, alien body was truly incredible and could be used to crush those who had trampled on him all these years.

Grant threw his head back and let out a tremendous roar that shook the entire apartment. An enormous pressure started to build in the torn remains of his pants that miraculous still hug your waist. He stood to his full height, his powerful leg muscles bunching with his added weight. Thighs thick as tree trunks and calves as big as hams throbbed as they continued to grow. A loud tearing filled the apartment. The seat of his pants tore completely in half, finally letting the short, ropey tail with a little tuft at the end free. Another roar ripped from his thick throat that ended with a sigh of relief from the freedom granted. Underwear fell to the ground in shreds, finally letting out the eret, foot long member that was not completely human. It was jet-black in colour and though it mostly appeared human with its mushroom-shaped helmet, it sprung from a rubbery sheath lined with tick, brown fur.

Grant struggled to maintain the last shreds of humanity he had but the fear of the moment, the confusion of what was happening all fades into deep, unyielding arousal. The need ot orgasm became unbearable and he seized his cock with both of his enormous hands. As if refusing to be tamed, his member throbs and continued to grow, pushing his fingers apart as it reaches a monstrous sixteen inches long, dripping precum all over the floor. His balls meet the demand of his cock, growing heavier and bigger in size. His body looked almost a little disproportionate but some force compensates, directing the changes all over his body, pushing his legs to add more and more height to his growing seven foot frame, spine lengthening and muscles growthing almost uncontrollably.

The floor started to groan as his weight exploded well past three hundred pounds. The top of his head started to brush up against the ceiling and he instinctively jammed his newly acquired horn through the plaster. Like a hot blade through butter, shoots right through with little to no resistance. He could hear the neighbours above you exclaim in surprise. But his growth did not stop there. No, more and more mass was pumped into his frame, pushing more and more of Grant Alibrandi out of the beast that he was becoming. With every pound of muscle that packed onto his pectorals, he gained confidence. Every inch added to his already monstrous thighs increased the need to crush and trample. Every pulsating throb of his cock added to the primal need to orgrasm.

Grant jabbed his head upwards and mirroring the movement, his body surged upwards, sending his head right through the ceiling and through the floor of his upstairs neighbour. He could see the two men there scream in horror as he poked his head through, grinning at them. He couldn't help but think that they would make great rhinos. Just the thought of their two, scrawny bodies exploding out of their clothes, flesh turning grey and leathery, muscles exploding and cocks driving into one another is the final push that he needed.

The door to his apartment burst open and your cock erupts fortuitously at the same time. A loud roar erupts from your lips as a thick, white stream of cum shoots from his cock with the force of a rocket and the volume of a runaway fire hose. The poor man who was standing at the door caught the full blast, sending him crashing into the opposite wall completely covered in his seed.

The release comes with more than the orgasmic bliss of afterglow. Grant's body erupted with growth that only increased exponentially. Perhaps it was a good thing as his body surged through the upper floors and his monstrous weight caused his apartment's floor to collapse. The blows would've caused some degree of pain but Grant was lost in his orgasm to notice his body tearing half the apartment building apart. He doesn't notice when his bear rear bursts through the walls and out into the streets. Or when his head breaks free of the roof and greets the cool, night air. Only when his knees crash against the ground did he feel the need to hold himself up, his massive hands catching his weight on the building nearby.

Grant panted heavily, his enormous 60 foot cock slapping against his enormous form. Hunched as he was, he already towered over his five storey apartment building, his former home. At full height, he was probably 300 feet tall. Droplets of sweat as large as entire cars fall off his body. The stench of sex and male need rolled off his body like a miasma. Precum continued to dribble off his perpetually hard cock, a waterfall of clear fluids.

Grant grinned broadly.

Now he had the strength to rise above everyone.

It was time to crush those that had stepped on him.

Time to tower over those that had looked down on him.

It was time to go on a rampage.

************

ACHIEVEMENT

You have earned the Achievement - *I Am Grant! *

- It's Trampling Time! -

************

A loud cry erupts from the apartment building catching Grant's attention. He lowered himself to peer into the ruins of his apartment, lowering one big eye as big as four cars stacked on top of one another down to the third floor. His explosion of growth had torn half of the apartment apart and the other half was just crumbling before his eyes. Through the cum-stained door, he could see his neighbour, nosy Mr. Henderson lying dazed in a pool of his cum. A sense of pride filled him at the though of the annoying, fat, balding man that he had caught going through his mail every now and then lying there, blasted by his semen.

Henderson's son, a lank, punk teen ran up to his father, worry marring his features. Grant heard his tiny, high pitched cry as he desperately tried to wipe the cum off his father's features. Surprise comes when Henderson suddenly lunged for his son, planting their lips together. His son pulled away in horror as Henderson's entire body suddenly erupted in a burst of muscle and cum. His arms bulge, throwing off Grant's corruptive seed. Flabby limbs were replaced with rippling muscle and huge hands covered in white, leathery flesh. Henderson let out a roar, throwing his head back. As his roar reached completion, his features elongated, lengthening while two horns jut out of newly formed features. His arms lashed out, seizing his son by the back of his head. He pulled the punk straight towards his changing cock, shoving it right down his own son's throat.

Henderson shamelessly humped his son wildly, grunting and rutting as all the fat all over his body disappeared, changing into lean, tight, vascular muscle barely contained by his leathery hide. The newly made rhino let out another roar as his seed poured into his son, remaking the boy. All resistance fadeed away from the younger Henderson as his face changes to accommodate his father's enormous length. Joining his father, the newest rhino's features end up grinning maniacally as he lapped up his father's cock with his long, flexible tongue, taking every drop of semen like it was ambrosia. Hungry for more, the younger Henderson happily fell on his back, spreading his legs into the air and offering up his ass. Just in time, his twig-like legs exploded and grew into tree-trunk sized masses of muscle, tearing his pants ride down the middle and exposing his ass wide open for his father to mount.

Grant snickered loudly and straightened. He could hear more cries of ecstasy as the Hendersons mount one another and the others in the building start joining in on the fun. His former home just became a nest for his rhino brood.

And they wouldn't be the last.

For a moment, Grant wondered what would be the best place to show off his newly obtained masculinity and size and he couldn't think of anywhere else but Muscle Beach as it was colloquially called.

He strode easily through the city, towering over most of the buildings and heading straight north.

One of the most popular locations in the city, Muscle Beach is one of those places that never sleeps. And when it does, it usually bears the scars of a night filled with booze, debauchery and general smuttiness. It is one of the places Grant had never visited in his former life simply because it where only the lean, muscular and beautiful would ever go. Bodybuilders were always flexing there.

As he approached the beach, he could hear loud music from countless parties. It was loud enough to drown out the heavy stomps of his feet as he approached. He could see dozens of bonfires along the strip of sand and large pavilions where what must be hundreds of people were crowded partying the night away. There were a few people in the waters themselves as well. Few boats were out a little further and from the lights on them, they had their own parties.

Grant grinned to himself. This was the perfect opportunity for him to show off his new muscle structure. Then again, he could always interrupt their partying with the ultimate cannonball.

What should Grant do?

**1) **Flex and show off for the people?

**2) **Execute a cannonball in the ocean?