Night fall.
While the rest of the survivors slept Malcolm Brand sat outside under a brilliant moon.
They had built him a tent shelter as a temporary measure. After succumbing to the Nordic apples that caused his body to unpredictably grow to colossal size they were worried that he might destroy their new Ganthorian starship home should he enter his old quarters.
He was okay with that. He certainly didn't want to hurt anyone. At least he had the cows and the crops to keep him company. Still, with the moon full and all of these damned Komodo dragons recently he was edgy. He wondered if he should sleep giant sized just for safety.
Palming his trusty apple he would look it over and enjoy it's taste on and off throughout the night. Either this was a gift or a curse. He wasn't certain. No other food sounded appealing.
Feeling his skin he could sense the Nordic markings hiding beneath. He wondered if a translator collar would let him understand what they read. Unfortunately his own broke under the pressure of his growth spurt. He needed someone else to decipher their meaning the next time he grew enough to make the runes legible.
The night so silent he could hear a loud hum in the air made him bonkers. He needed to move around. Maybe, now that he could grow he would make salvage runs on his own. That would keep him busy. Cam would just slow him up under their normal buddy system trips. He could think without the Pilot's constant wise cracks.
As Malcolm pondered the option he felt a presence behind him. Turning his head he notes the ghostlike Madigan Ridge hovering next to him.
"How are you feeling Malcolm?"
"Pretty decent actually. Strong. Aware. Like all of my senses are tuned up."
"You appeared very lonely. I must confess that I feel the same. As a ghost it becomes harder to relate to others. Should you need a friend, I would be honored."
"Thanks Maddy. I was just toying with the idea of doing some salvage runs. I can carry more back now that I can grow."
"You have only grown one time. Are you certain you can increase your size when you want too?"
"I don't know. Let's find out."
Stepping out into the moonlight Malcolm strips his clothing off to avoid shredding them as he had his others. Clothing was hard to come by.
"Sorry about the streaking Ms. Ridge." He blushes at his dangling beast.
Gliding to face him eye to eye she fans her hands over her ethereal form, "Do I need reminded of my own streaking?"
He chuckles, "Guess not. Modest I suppose. Respect Ma'am."
Remaining in his shadow she observes him grow at will. Ten feet tall. Twenty. Thirty. Forty. At fourteen feet she notices his colossal cock literally pass through her body and vanish above her in the darkness.
"Sorry." Malcolm growls noticing the invasion. It was sexy in one way, disrespectful the other. Her reaction if could be read was merely intrigue. It was not as if Madigan Ridge could feel anything. Even emotion. Still, her thoughts were like any woman's. She enjoyed a good male stripper.
Floating higher to compensate his size she again passes through his stone like penis until her full frontal met his eyes.
"Your runes are lighting up." She realizes.
"Yeah? I was just thinking what they might say. I broke my translator to help in that. Everyone is asleep. I'll have James read me tomorrow."
"They are mesmerizing." Madigan reaches toward the rune on his chest, "May I?"
"Sure. Can't hurt I suppose."
Sensing energy coming from the glowing spiral she places her hand on it. Her palm fails to pass through his body.
"Strange. I cannot phase through you. Yet, in my ethereal form I feel it's heat. I don't--" Maddy grows silent then notices her palm. Her body was hardening. Her mind reels with images of proud standing cityscapes. The longer she touched him the more her body went from ghostlike to normal flesh and blood.
With a loud scream she falls from her height. Her body toppling before Malcolm could catch her in his gigantic form. She fell directly over his cock below and sprawled unconscious over it. Malcolm was embarrassed but stunned by her reality. Carefully, he peels her from his beast and palms her in his hand. His size decreasing until he could cradle her in both arms.
"How did this happen?" He pats her cheek. Holding her he feels her cold body. There was no body heat whatsoever. Yet he could feel a pulse within her.
Groggily she wakes up and looks directly into Malcolm's concerned gaze. Noting his body touching hers with sensation she holds her hands before her with a glimmer of shock.
"Am I alive?"
"Not sure Maddy. Should I go get everyone?"
Suddenly, Maddy's flesh returns to its phantom appearance. The result only temporary. She again rises into the air in front of Malcolm. He had to force his gaze to lower as her thighs faced him only inches away. Respect ruled the man.
"That didn't last long." She looks sad.
"Strange it happened period. We buried your real body Maddy."
"I know this. Perhaps I was resurrected? We need to explore this more. Should we try again?"
Malcolm hesitates hearing his belly growl. Each time he exerts his body he feels the neediness of the apple. Locating the fully reformed fruit he devours it as Madigan ponders the possibilities. In her emotions she wants to race inside the ship and inform everyone, especially her daughter Sophia who she knew wasn't sleeping. Merely meditating to the soothing song of her parasitic companions. She decides against it in case this was a one time incident.
Malcolm polishes off his apple and stares at it's core. Each time he dines upon it he watches it grow back ready to be eaten all over again. Careful study he wonders how his life could possibly change living like this. Dependent upon a forbidden fruit. Always fearful of losing his apple. Greed obviously kept it nearby. Weakness plaguing him the second he abuses his size altering ability. Shaking off his concerns he devotes his attention back to Maddy.
"Okay. I'm juiced up. Still wanna try this Madigan?"
"Experiment worthy don't you think? If touching the rune has the same result we can get James on to this. I would like to live once again if possible."
"Alright. Let me go big. When touching my runes hover over my hand. That way when and if you become solid you won't fall so far."
Madigan lowers her eyes, "Forgive my earlier trajectory Malcolm. We both know that was unexpected."
"Perish the thought. Accidents happen."
She observes him begin to rise tall yet again. Each time he grew to colossal proportions his manhood increased in size as well. Becoming a force to reckon with under normal circumstance. It was impossible not to notice. Madigan though a ghost still retained her desires. Even though impossible to act upon them.
At 40 feet high his glowing runes erupt like a rash across his body. Different images in different areas. Madigan rises up to stand in front of his chest where she had touched him before. Exploring the spiral she reaches out and waves her hand in the direction of its beginning to its end. With a final hesitation to senses its energy she touches Malcolm. Again she turns to flesh and blood. This time her bone structure shining through as if an x-ray.
He was ready this time. His right hand directly beneath her feet. In a sudden flash Madigan passed out again. Toppling into his palm to lay there on her back. In a rather compromising position. Her legs wide and thighs vibrant. Malcolm kept his eyes on her face as much as possible.
Quickly reviving Madigan again examines her body. Literally touching her breasts, tummy, and for the first time in ages her inner thigh. A living nervous system reacted with a brilliant shiver.
