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Yeah, yeah, I know there's already a Ratchet and Clank game called 'Size Matters'. Know what? Don't care! 'Cause in this story, there's gonna be a whole lotta matters about size. Enjoy!
[This mission, should you choose to accept it, will have you proceed to the Planet Challax, said to be a site for increased Thug activity. On good information, it has been said that this is the home base of a new Thug Cartel, and thus it is required that this cartel be crushed by any means necessary before it can rise to too much power. A handsome sum will be paid upon completion of this mission. End Log.]
This mission, should you choose to accept it? “Yeah right, as if I had a choice,” Ratchet grumbled to himself.
The mission had been sent to the Q-Force, and Captain Qwark had been ever so kind as to accept the mission, only to volunteer Ratchet to perform it on his behalf. After all, “You still need more experience in galaxy related security. One can’t rest on their laurels for even a moment.” So now, thanks to the big lug’s “generosity”, Ratchet was stationed on the desert planet, eyeing a Thug Outpost from a cliff. And by eyeing it, I mean he was observing it through the scope of his Flux Rifle as he lay in the late afternoon sunlight. His jaw twisted about in annoyance as he observed the large, lizard-like aliens guarding a makeshift turret.
Mercenaries by trade, it looked like they had made the thing on the cheap, and on the fly. There were two Thugs standing by the entrance of the outpost, and another was keeping lookout, hidden beneath an energy barrier. “Can you take them all out?” Clank inquired, the small robot keeping a lookout as Ratchet focused all of his attention on the outpost.
“No,” Ratchet sighed, shaking his head as he hammer-spaced the Flux Rifle. “There’s a barrier, so I can’t get the one on lookout. They’ll trigger an alarm if I snipe the vulnerable ones,” he reported as he watched the outpost from his position.
“Then we can either avoid the outpost, or try to take them all out with a stealth-based physical assault,” Clank nodded.
“Probably the latter pal. I don’t want to risk being seen and blow my cover. I have to be “stealthy, like a ninja”,” Ratchet declared sarcastically, using finger quotes as he did. As much as he did want to just go in guns-a-blazing, a stealth assault was much more tactically sound.
Hopping across the cliffs using Clank’s Helipack to reduce noise, Ratchet landed by the outpost. Sneaking around the boxed walls, he cautiously peered around the corner. The two Thugs guarding the outpost were idly looking off ahead of them, appearing very bored as one of them yawned loudly. Gripping his OmniWrench 8000 tightly, Ratchet leapt out from his position, hurling his wrench right at the goons. The flying wrench struck the closest Thug, knocking him out and onto his comrade. Leaping into the air, Ratchet snagged his wrench mid-flight as the Thug struggled to get his ally off of him.
Sparing no time, Ratchet decked the Thug over the head with his wrench, going two-for-two as he entered the outpost. Another Thug soldier was reading a magazine on a table, but he suddenly reacted to the Lombax’s presence, hurling aside his Cosmospolitan as he reached for his blaster. He was much too slow to the draw as Ratchet decked him, knocking out the third of presumably four Thugs. Ratchet was breathing heavily from the physical exertion as he twisted about for the ladder, only for a fist to invade his view.
The Lombax grunted loudly as he staggered backwards, a hand on his face from where the Thug had slugged him. Ratchet spat on the floor as he tightened his hold on his wrench, the two combatants just daring each other to make the first strike. Ratchet took the initiative, swinging his wrench as hard as he could as he charged ahead. The Thug only barely dodged the attack, ducking under the wrench as Ratchet sailed past. With a quick twist, the Thug lashed out with his tail, striking Ratchet square in his lower back. Ratchet cried out loudly from the painful strike, but his pain quickly turned to frustration as he twisted about. The Thug, thinking he was at the advantage, goaded the Lombax with a “come at me bro” gesture.
Narrowing his eyes, Ratchet immediately drew his blaster and shot the Thug point blank in the chest. The force of the shot sent the lizard hurtling into a wall, leaving a huge dent as he slid down the metal with a sad little squeaking noise. Ratchet nodded scornfully as he holstered his blaster, Clank leaping off his back with the all clear. “Well, that didn’t go too well,” Clank remarked dryly, noting the large welt in the back of Ratchet’s orange suit.
“Well, at least we made it without an alarm going off,” Ratchet panted, leaning on his wrench for support. His face and lower back stung quite a bit, but at least he hadn’t attracted any blaster fire.
“Indeed, and at least the Thugs appear to keep a well-stocked medkit,” Clank remarked, noting the two cases of Nanotech that were haphazardly left in a corner alongside some ammo crates.
“Nanotech? Sweet” Ratchet wheezed as he staggered over to the boxes. Contained within glass boxes lined by black metal, the glowing blue Nanohealth Orb teased the injured Lombax from behind its fragile prison. With a shaking hand, Ratchet shattered the container, absorbing the glowing sphere into his being.
He sighed with relief as he shattered the other box, absorbing its contents. Ratchet’s entire body tingled with the nanotech supplement, an incredible feeling rushing through his body. He just felt so alive, it was absolutely amazing. He felt like… he could just thrash his way through an entire army of Thugs. “This stuff is amazing,” Ratchet laughed loudly, tightening his fists as the energy flooded him. His laughter became a silent grunt as he pulled at the neck of his suit, as it was feeling a little… tight.
“Looks like a new version of Nanotech,” Clank remarked, reading the smashed box’s label. “Version One-Nine-Eight-Seven, to be precise.”
“Well, looks like they’ve outdone themselves this time. I feel great,” Ratchet remarked as he fidgeted with his suit.
“Indeed. But we should find and disable the alarm, just in case reinforcements come. This place doesn’t look like it was meant for living in,” Clank remarked, noting the lack of living arrangements the outpost had.
“You got it,” Ratchet answered, energetically snapping his fingers as he re-equipped his wrench, the metal object feeling a little bit lighter than it had been just before.
They did more than just disable the alarm, as they pretty much tore apart the outpost, just to be safe. They also were “just being safe” when it came to the next four outposts as well. Having just defeated the occupants of Outpost Five, Ratchet was starting to fidget more and more with his suit. While it wasn’t a problem usually, the darn thing was starting to make him feel like he was roasting in it. He was constantly pulling at it every chance he had, the tight material clinging to his sweat soaked body as he stood before a trio of Nanotech Boxes. “Why is there so much Nanotech on this world?” Ratchet panted, pulling open the neck of his suit as far as it would go just to allow his body to breath.
Why indeed? Literally every outpost they had come across had at least two boxes of Nanotech, and there were tons more just littered around the environment. Naturally Ratchet had, “appropriated” all of those boxes just to keep his buzz going. “Hmm, it’s a new version. Recently made, I’d say. Gadgetron must have seeded them across the Solana galaxy once it had been perfected. The Thugs probably hoarded as much of the stuff as they could in case of injury,” Clank surmised thoughtfully.
“Well, it’s good stuff. I’d want to hoard it too,” Ratchet shrugged as he smashed all three boxes with one swing.
The three glowing orbs infused into Ratchet’s body, the Lombax sighing contentedly as he felt the energy high fill him again. He loosened up immediately as the rush ran through it, filling every fibre of his being. In fact, it felt like his entire body was bursting with energy. Ratchet’s contented sighs became pained grunts as he doubled over in pain. “Ratchet, what’s wrong?” Clank gasped in concern.
Ratchet was groaning too loudly to reply as his body was pulsating violently, his muscles throbbing and burning with intense heat. He let out a feral roar as his muscles swelled in his suit, pulling the fabric taut as his chest muscles strained against it, the leather straps of his harness squeezing tightly. His trapped pectorals pressed hard against his suit as his abdominals rose from his flat midsection row by row. Ratchet’s eyes were twitching violently as his arm muscles swelled, his swollen shoulders tearing apart the sleeves of the suit as his gloves were pulled taut by his meaty fingers. His absurdly top-heavy build was quickly remedied as his legs muscles caught up, pushing his pants to their limits as they filled every inch of the tight fabric, straining the seams with his thick thighs and calves. His shoes were also quite uncomfortable in housing his plus-sized feet.
Ratchet gasped loudly as his body finally relaxed, leaving him bent over and sweaty as Clank stood in awe of Ratchet’s muscular frame. The Lombax looked like he had been working out for a month. “What’s that look for?” Ratchet gasped obliviously, unconsciously readjusting his much more prominent bulge as he straightened himself up.
Clank said nothing as Ratchet’s wide jaw stretched into a frown as he stared at his partner with a thick brow raised. “Well?” he demanded.
“… … … Ratchet, you just got bigger,” was all Clank could produce.
“What do you--?” Ratchet scoffed, before catching sight of his arms. He let out a loud yelp at his strong, muscular limbs. Feeling himself over, Ratchet could feel his newly grown muscles just barely hidden beneath the thin fabric of his suit. And boy was that suit feeling extra-tight and hot with the extra poundage on him. “How did this happen?” he questioned in confusion, his hand tightly gripping his bulge as he struggled with realigning his suit.
“I think I might know,” Clank uttered, his eyes narrowing at the shattered Nanotech Crates behind Ratchet. “We need to call Gadgetron.”
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bh15[This mission, should you choose to accept it, will have you proceed to the Planet Challax, said to be a site for increased Thug activity. On good information, it has been said that this is the home base of a new Thug Cartel, and thus it is required that this cartel be crushed by any means necessary before it can rise to too much power. A handsome sum will be paid upon completion of this mission. End Log.]
This mission, should you choose to accept it? “Yeah right, as if I had a choice,” Ratchet grumbled to himself.
The mission had been sent to the Q-Force, and Captain Qwark had been ever so kind as to accept the mission, only to volunteer Ratchet to perform it on his behalf. After all, “You still need more experience in galaxy related security. One can’t rest on their laurels for even a moment.” So now, thanks to the big lug’s “generosity”, Ratchet was stationed on the desert planet, eyeing a Thug Outpost from a cliff. And by eyeing it, I mean he was observing it through the scope of his Flux Rifle as he lay in the late afternoon sunlight. His jaw twisted about in annoyance as he observed the large, lizard-like aliens guarding a makeshift turret.
Mercenaries by trade, it looked like they had made the thing on the cheap, and on the fly. There were two Thugs standing by the entrance of the outpost, and another was keeping lookout, hidden beneath an energy barrier. “Can you take them all out?” Clank inquired, the small robot keeping a lookout as Ratchet focused all of his attention on the outpost.
“No,” Ratchet sighed, shaking his head as he hammer-spaced the Flux Rifle. “There’s a barrier, so I can’t get the one on lookout. They’ll trigger an alarm if I snipe the vulnerable ones,” he reported as he watched the outpost from his position.
“Then we can either avoid the outpost, or try to take them all out with a stealth-based physical assault,” Clank nodded.
“Probably the latter pal. I don’t want to risk being seen and blow my cover. I have to be “stealthy, like a ninja”,” Ratchet declared sarcastically, using finger quotes as he did. As much as he did want to just go in guns-a-blazing, a stealth assault was much more tactically sound.
Hopping across the cliffs using Clank’s Helipack to reduce noise, Ratchet landed by the outpost. Sneaking around the boxed walls, he cautiously peered around the corner. The two Thugs guarding the outpost were idly looking off ahead of them, appearing very bored as one of them yawned loudly. Gripping his OmniWrench 8000 tightly, Ratchet leapt out from his position, hurling his wrench right at the goons. The flying wrench struck the closest Thug, knocking him out and onto his comrade. Leaping into the air, Ratchet snagged his wrench mid-flight as the Thug struggled to get his ally off of him.
Sparing no time, Ratchet decked the Thug over the head with his wrench, going two-for-two as he entered the outpost. Another Thug soldier was reading a magazine on a table, but he suddenly reacted to the Lombax’s presence, hurling aside his Cosmospolitan as he reached for his blaster. He was much too slow to the draw as Ratchet decked him, knocking out the third of presumably four Thugs. Ratchet was breathing heavily from the physical exertion as he twisted about for the ladder, only for a fist to invade his view.
The Lombax grunted loudly as he staggered backwards, a hand on his face from where the Thug had slugged him. Ratchet spat on the floor as he tightened his hold on his wrench, the two combatants just daring each other to make the first strike. Ratchet took the initiative, swinging his wrench as hard as he could as he charged ahead. The Thug only barely dodged the attack, ducking under the wrench as Ratchet sailed past. With a quick twist, the Thug lashed out with his tail, striking Ratchet square in his lower back. Ratchet cried out loudly from the painful strike, but his pain quickly turned to frustration as he twisted about. The Thug, thinking he was at the advantage, goaded the Lombax with a “come at me bro” gesture.
Narrowing his eyes, Ratchet immediately drew his blaster and shot the Thug point blank in the chest. The force of the shot sent the lizard hurtling into a wall, leaving a huge dent as he slid down the metal with a sad little squeaking noise. Ratchet nodded scornfully as he holstered his blaster, Clank leaping off his back with the all clear. “Well, that didn’t go too well,” Clank remarked dryly, noting the large welt in the back of Ratchet’s orange suit.
“Well, at least we made it without an alarm going off,” Ratchet panted, leaning on his wrench for support. His face and lower back stung quite a bit, but at least he hadn’t attracted any blaster fire.
“Indeed, and at least the Thugs appear to keep a well-stocked medkit,” Clank remarked, noting the two cases of Nanotech that were haphazardly left in a corner alongside some ammo crates.
“Nanotech? Sweet” Ratchet wheezed as he staggered over to the boxes. Contained within glass boxes lined by black metal, the glowing blue Nanohealth Orb teased the injured Lombax from behind its fragile prison. With a shaking hand, Ratchet shattered the container, absorbing the glowing sphere into his being.
He sighed with relief as he shattered the other box, absorbing its contents. Ratchet’s entire body tingled with the nanotech supplement, an incredible feeling rushing through his body. He just felt so alive, it was absolutely amazing. He felt like… he could just thrash his way through an entire army of Thugs. “This stuff is amazing,” Ratchet laughed loudly, tightening his fists as the energy flooded him. His laughter became a silent grunt as he pulled at the neck of his suit, as it was feeling a little… tight.
“Looks like a new version of Nanotech,” Clank remarked, reading the smashed box’s label. “Version One-Nine-Eight-Seven, to be precise.”
“Well, looks like they’ve outdone themselves this time. I feel great,” Ratchet remarked as he fidgeted with his suit.
“Indeed. But we should find and disable the alarm, just in case reinforcements come. This place doesn’t look like it was meant for living in,” Clank remarked, noting the lack of living arrangements the outpost had.
“You got it,” Ratchet answered, energetically snapping his fingers as he re-equipped his wrench, the metal object feeling a little bit lighter than it had been just before.
- - - - -They did more than just disable the alarm, as they pretty much tore apart the outpost, just to be safe. They also were “just being safe” when it came to the next four outposts as well. Having just defeated the occupants of Outpost Five, Ratchet was starting to fidget more and more with his suit. While it wasn’t a problem usually, the darn thing was starting to make him feel like he was roasting in it. He was constantly pulling at it every chance he had, the tight material clinging to his sweat soaked body as he stood before a trio of Nanotech Boxes. “Why is there so much Nanotech on this world?” Ratchet panted, pulling open the neck of his suit as far as it would go just to allow his body to breath.
Why indeed? Literally every outpost they had come across had at least two boxes of Nanotech, and there were tons more just littered around the environment. Naturally Ratchet had, “appropriated” all of those boxes just to keep his buzz going. “Hmm, it’s a new version. Recently made, I’d say. Gadgetron must have seeded them across the Solana galaxy once it had been perfected. The Thugs probably hoarded as much of the stuff as they could in case of injury,” Clank surmised thoughtfully.
“Well, it’s good stuff. I’d want to hoard it too,” Ratchet shrugged as he smashed all three boxes with one swing.
The three glowing orbs infused into Ratchet’s body, the Lombax sighing contentedly as he felt the energy high fill him again. He loosened up immediately as the rush ran through it, filling every fibre of his being. In fact, it felt like his entire body was bursting with energy. Ratchet’s contented sighs became pained grunts as he doubled over in pain. “Ratchet, what’s wrong?” Clank gasped in concern.
Ratchet was groaning too loudly to reply as his body was pulsating violently, his muscles throbbing and burning with intense heat. He let out a feral roar as his muscles swelled in his suit, pulling the fabric taut as his chest muscles strained against it, the leather straps of his harness squeezing tightly. His trapped pectorals pressed hard against his suit as his abdominals rose from his flat midsection row by row. Ratchet’s eyes were twitching violently as his arm muscles swelled, his swollen shoulders tearing apart the sleeves of the suit as his gloves were pulled taut by his meaty fingers. His absurdly top-heavy build was quickly remedied as his legs muscles caught up, pushing his pants to their limits as they filled every inch of the tight fabric, straining the seams with his thick thighs and calves. His shoes were also quite uncomfortable in housing his plus-sized feet.
Ratchet gasped loudly as his body finally relaxed, leaving him bent over and sweaty as Clank stood in awe of Ratchet’s muscular frame. The Lombax looked like he had been working out for a month. “What’s that look for?” Ratchet gasped obliviously, unconsciously readjusting his much more prominent bulge as he straightened himself up.
Clank said nothing as Ratchet’s wide jaw stretched into a frown as he stared at his partner with a thick brow raised. “Well?” he demanded.
“… … … Ratchet, you just got bigger,” was all Clank could produce.
“What do you--?” Ratchet scoffed, before catching sight of his arms. He let out a loud yelp at his strong, muscular limbs. Feeling himself over, Ratchet could feel his newly grown muscles just barely hidden beneath the thin fabric of his suit. And boy was that suit feeling extra-tight and hot with the extra poundage on him. “How did this happen?” he questioned in confusion, his hand tightly gripping his bulge as he struggled with realigning his suit.
“I think I might know,” Clank uttered, his eyes narrowing at the shattered Nanotech Crates behind Ratchet. “We need to call Gadgetron.”
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At the time of the story's conception we weren't aware of the comic until a little later, but we felt that someone else doing a MG comic of Ratchet was utterly irrelevant towards our goal anyways. It's not a competition after all. Plus double the muscled Ratchet goodness, what's not to love?
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