Macro TF Story I wrote about Subspace from Phighting. Featuring one of my and  MidnightArcade 's OCs. Enjoy!

“Ow! Shit!”

Subspace winced a bit from the sip of coffee as he felt the liquid singe the damaged part of his mouth. He set the mug down on his table and grabbed his jaw to soothe the pain. It dissipated somewhat fast, leaving just the dull pain from his scars.

Subspace was up pretty early in his underground lab, located somewhere beneath Crossroads. It had been a crazy couple of nights, with him working overtime to help complete an order of 10 Biografts for a private customer.

Now that he was done, he had some time before the next Phight, so he had all day to laze around his lab and work on his side projects. Of course, that meant getting up at 6 o’clock sharp to not waste any time.

Subspace took another, more cautious sip of his coffee and actually enjoyed the pitiful flavour of it. Ever since his continued experiments with the dangerous pink gas he had dubbed “Crystal Nox”, he had received many burns across his body from the substance, leaving bright pink scars.

He had nearly burned his right arm off, the left side of his face and eye, and a couple marks all over his body. A consequence of his face (besides losing his left eye) had been his taste buds getting seared off as well. It made it hard to really appreciate good food, but that just meant he could buy cheap food and pretend it was a luxury feast. Saved a lot of grant money.

Speaking of food, he walked over to a minifridge in the corner of the dim lab environment and popped it open. Among the sea of DemonBulls and Fahrenheit Energy Drinks was a small paper baggie. Subspace grabbed it and closed the minifridge with his waist before walking over to a sealed metal door. He grasped the metal handle with his white furred fingers and opened the door.

Inside was a dim hallway connected to several large glass windows, which all looked into stark white containment cells. Most of the cells were currently unoccupied, save for one. Its metal door was locked with a number pad, but Subspace carefully typed in the code, causing it to beep and the lock to undo itself. Subspace stepped inside the cell and closed the door behind him.

Inside the cell was a bed with basic sheets and a pillow, a small room with a toilet, sink, and shower, a water dispenser with a cup next to it, and a small table and chair. Currently resting on the bed was his latest subject, Spade.

He was only wearing orange sweatpants, with his orange shirt hanging on the headboard. His white fur was covered with numerous bright pink scars and marks, and both of his orange horns had broken from the brutal experimentation, and his crystal that floated between his horns was stained with the same bright pink. On his left ear was a yellow tag labelled with “#13”, which almost matched the dark yellow teeth that peeked out of the opening on the left side of his jaw. His expression was one of strained comfort as he laid down on the pillow in a restless sleep.

Spade felt Subspace enter the room and slowly opened his only good eye, which coincidentally was his right eye just like Subspace. He saw the pink demon standing over him in his grey pants, black and pink boots, and black tank top. He was currently wearing his black sleeve over his right art, but his gas mask and eye patch were gone, revealing his horribly scarred left side of his face. It was like looking in an evil mirror.

Spade at first looked panicked and shot up in bed, almost backing into the padded wall. He began to shake, but he soon saw the baggie Subspace was holding and seemed to calm down.

“Is that breakfast?” he asked with a tinge of nervousness and some difficulty owing to his scarred face, and Subspace nodded. He pulled out a clear plastic baggie with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in it along with a baggie of baby carrots and an orange juice box. He set it down on the nearby table before crumpling the bag and tossing it over his shoulder.

“Sandwich for some calories and grain. Carrots for fiber. Juice box for some Vitamin D. Can’t have you keel over from exhaustion during our work today. I’m a doctor, but I’m not that good.” Subspace said with a slight chuckle.

Spade sighed in response. Our work. Yeah, if you call working together being poked, burned, poisoned, and prodded by a madman for the last 6 months. He had come to Crossroads with dreams of joining the Phights, and had the bad luck of running into this lunatic. His Gear had been confiscated, and now here he was, nothing but an expendable test subject.

Subspace seemed to notice Spade’s annoyance at his statement and laughed a bit more.

“Oh please. You’re doing a great service by being here and helping. For example, When I burned that mark into your chest, I learned that Crystal Nox’s heat actually causes the air in your lungs to expand, causing breathing difficulty and potential asphyxiation. It’ll help me greatly to refine the final product. And I’ll make sure you get credited post-mortem.” Subspace taunted.

Spade just groaned and looked down as Subspace laughed to himself and stepped towards the door. He considered trying to make a run for it while his back was turned, but he was in no state to try and leave. Not when Subspace had his gas and an army of Biografts patrolling the nearby tunnels. His best bet would be to just endure and hope that Subspace would finally get tired of him. He would take death or being let out (unlikely) over having to continue these horrible trials.

So Spade just went over to his chair and began to eat his food as Subspace stepped out and locked the door behind him. He’ll admit, he found the gumption and determination of the young man to be quite admirable, and his hardiness meant he had outlasted many other test subjects. It was honestly impressive.

Subspace pushed away the silly thoughts. There was no point in getting attached to his test subjects. They all died sooner or later. But, if by some miracle of fate Spade managed to escape, he wasn’t exactly going to be looking for him with the most effort.

Subspace re-entered the main lab and began looking around for projects to work on. He had his upgrades to Biograft’s movement capabilities, some fresh Crystal-Nox from Banland to work with, or some experimental Hyperlaser upgrades ready to be tested against some training dummies. But none of those really appealed to Subspace at the moment.

As he kept looking around and started to wander aimlessly, he heard a metallic knock at the main entrance.

“You may enter,” he said. The metal door swung open and Biograft Zeta entered. His bright orange lights that ran along his body illuminated his massive metal horns, and his familiar energy swords were turned off, allowing him to use his hands as normal. His metallic footsteps echoed off of the vast interior of the lab as he walked over carrying a large sack of something.

“GOOD MORNING CREATOR.” Zeta said in his grating metallic voice that was like music to Subspace’s ears. He took the sack and set it down on the ground next to Subspace, who regarded it with confusion.

“Zeta, what is that?” he asked the robot.

“YOU KNOW THAT NEW PHIGHTER WHO JOINED US RECENTLY? THAT COUNTRY DWELLER?” Biograft said, causing Subspace to sigh. Axe. A new Phighter who had joined a mere week ago and had already become a thorn in their side. He was relentless, stubborn, and most of all, loud. Almost like Banhammer but without the regality and all the brutality.

“Yeah I know him. He’s pushed my face in a couple times already. What about him?” they asked. Zeta pulled on the cords of the sack and undid them, causing it to open slightly. Inside were various pale white blocky fruits, each covered in small black marks that made them almost look like… dominos?

“THESE ARE CALLED IVORY FRUITS, AND ARE A VITAL PART OF HIS DIET. HE WAS KIND TO LEND A COUPLE TO ME. HE SAYS THEY ONLY GROW IN DOMINO VALLEY, AND THAT THEY HAVE USEFUL HEALING AND GROWTH PROPERTIES.” Zeta explained. Subspace reached into the bag and picked one up. It felt strange to hold such a blocky fruit, but they decided to take a bite out of it to test it out.

The fruit juice was pleasantly cool, and the taste reminded them of a sweeter melon. He was quite surprised he was able to taste it. Most importantly, the juice fell onto the damaged part of Subspace’s mouth, and he didn’t feel any pain. If anything, it dulled the pain he felt constantly and allowed him to move his jaw fully without feeling its sting.

“Wow. That is quite delicious. And it certainly has some potential.” Subspace said as they set the fruit on the counter before grabbing the sack from Zeta.

“COULD YOU USE THAT TO HEAL YOUR WOUNDS, CREATOR?” Zeta asked. Subspace thought the idea was absurd, as not even Medkit’s powerful solution and concoctions healed it, but Subspace figured it might be worth a shot. He had a whole day to tinker with it anyhow.

“I’ll see what I can do. You are dismissed.” he said. Zeta gave a salute before turning around and heading back out into the sewer tunnels to patrol. Subspace sighed as he picked up and examined the interior of the Ivory Fruit. It was a dull black color and was soft to the touch. Perfect for a bit of experimentation. If he somehow managed to create a cure for Crystal-Nox burns from this, he would make a fortune.

Subspace got to work, putting on his gas-mask and eyepatch before grabbing the untouched fruits. He dumped the contents of the bag onto a clear spot on his counter, revealing there to be 9 in total, and cracked his knuckles. He started by taking a fresh fruit and removing the stem and leaf, leaving a perfectly cubic shape to work with.

He carried the fruit over to his cutting board and pulled out a vegetable peeler, using it to carefully remove the white and black skin. The bits of it fell to the board and soon enough, he had a dark soft cube of fruity goodness. Subspace took the fruit over to a blender and shoved it inside before closing the lid and pushing start.

The blender whirred loudly as it diced and mashed the fruit down into a fine black paste. Once Subspace was sure it was fully dissolved, they turned off the blender and placed a beaker next to it. They took the contents of the blender and poured them into the beaker before taking the beaker over to a nearby computer.

Hooked up to it was a scanner, which Subspace inserted the beaker into and calibrated it to target only the liquid. He opened up the scanning app on his computer and hit start, causing the machine to whir as it examined the molecular structure of the fruit.

With a pleasant ding, the machine finished and Subspace sat down in his swivel chair to examine it. According to the scan, the fruit was relatively normal, with its makeup being similar to the common apple. However, it had some sort of unknown molecule deep in its recesses, which the scanner was having trouble identifying.

Subspace raised an eyebrow. An unknown molecule? In a common fruit? How had he avoided knowing about this? Domino Valley wasn’t somewhere he frequented, but still. He had heard rumours of old magic influencing those lands still, so perhaps a bit of that magic rubbed off into these fruits. It would explain how Axe was as massive as he was if he ate these so often.

But even then, the molecule only made up 0.02% of the fruit’s actual makeup, so such a small dosage would be useless for his research. He needed more. Subspace turned off the computer and took the fruit juice out before bringing it over to his chemical lab. He grabbed some nearby rubber gloves and pulled them over his hands before opening up a nearby glass cabinet.

Subspace grabbed a variety of acids that were perfect for breaking down organic molecules and closed the cabinet with his massive segmented tail before bringing them over to the counter. With great care, he uncorked the bottles and gently added drops of each acid into the beaker. The fruit juice hissed and bubbled as the chemicals broke down the fruit juice rapidly. Once it had turned from black to a dull red, Subspace added a final separating agent calibrated to the density of the molecule and added it in. A thin layer of blue formed on the red as a small black ooze was drawn out of the fluid, forming into a thinner layer above the blue.

Subspace took a pipet and syphoned out the molecule before dumping the fruit juice into the disposal bin. He took the mysterious molecule over to his replication station along with a fresh beaker. Dropping the liquid into the beaker, Subspace put the beaker inside the machine and closed the door before setting a timer to let it work. The replicator used some base elements in its storage bay to scan and rebuild copies of the molecules, causing the black liquid to expand and grow to a greater volume as more was created.

After around 5 minutes, the machine stopped to cool down. Subspace looked inside the machine and saw it had filled the 1000 ml beaker halfway, so he had around 500 ml of the fluid to work with until the machine cooled down. Subspace carefully grabbed the still warm glass with his gloved hands and took it over to an open counter.

“Now, what can we do with you, you pretty thing.” he asked the fluid as he took some samples to save for later. The fluid was unresponsive as he took several capped test tubes full of the liquid to his freezer to store. Subspace returned to it and grabbed a fresh syringe before syphoning out 10 ml of the liquid.

He held the still warm fluid within the syringe out in front of him as he began looking around for potential subjects. All of his animal subjects had died from Crystal Nox poisoning, and Spade’s blood was currently being studied, so he didn’t want to interfere by introducing a foreign material. His Biografts were all mechanical, and no one at Blackrock would volunteer for his experiments. That would mean going out and “acquiring” a new subject, but that would take precious time.

All that left was Subspace himself. He debated mentally the pros and cons of testing an unknown solution on yourself, but he decided to push them all aside. Sometimes, the far frontiers of science required brave stupidity. Subspace held his left arm at his side and began looking for a vein. He found one right in the fold of his elbow and took the syringe before injecting it into the vein.

Subspace was quiet as he dispensed the solution into his body. Once the syringe was empty, he pulled it out and tossed it into a biohazard waste bin before heading over to the medical cabinet. He grabbed a box of small circle bandages and put one on the spot, tapping it to make sure it was on securely.

Subspace waited for a moment as the fluid began to course through his bloodstream. He felt a faint warmth spread all across his body before it quickly dissipated. He held up his sore arm in its grey sleeve and felt it, wincing a bit from the sensation of the new material flowing through the burns.

Then, the soreness faded just a bit. Subspace could feel it slowly dissipate as fluid spread all across his scorched arm. He felt a similar sensation along all of the scars across his body and even the left side of his face. Subspace reached up and removed his eyepatch and gasmask before carefully touching the pink burnt flesh.

He was surprised to only feel his fingers brushing against the scar. He couldn’t help but laugh a bit. He had found a solution for at the very least dispelling the pain of Crystal Nox burns. Now he heeded to refine it so that it could remove them entirely.

Subspace grabbed his laptop and set it down on a clear spot before opening it up and creating a new document. He began fervently typing up an email to the Blackrock higher ups for permission to gather more Ivory Fruits for his research due to their medical potential. At the very least he could probably convince Crescendo or Double to go out and look for them.

Crk! Crk! Krk! Crack!

Subspace paused when he became aware of small, cracking noises amidst the noise of him typing. He began looking around for the potential source until he realised it was coming from his… hand?

Subspace looked down at both of his hands and saw that, although very subtly, they looked like they were getting bigger. His fingers and palms swelled up ever so slightly, growing what felt like millimetres at a time.

“What the…?” Subspace trailed off when he remembered Biograft mentioning that they had growth properties as well. Maybe this was a side effect? Subspace saw the rate at which it was growing and decided to ignore it for now. It wasn’t causing him any direct harm, save for his grey sleeve, which started to feel a little less loose than before.

Subspace straightened his back and continued to type. He had a little bit of difficulty moving his still growing fingers, but Subspace was more concerned when he felt a similar sensation beginning to cross over his entire body. His tank top started to feel a little tight as his chest and stomach began to grow outwards along with his arms. His legs were alright for now owing to his somewhat baggy pants, but Subspace could feel his toes and soles beginning to press slightly into his boots.

Eventually, the email was ready and Subspace hit send before looking down at his body. He must have grown a few inches taller, and could feel his tank top beginning to ride up his body slightly. His pants had risen up a bit as well over his boots, which had started to feel more tight. His grey sleeve had begun to stretch and strain against his growing arm, but was otherwise intact.

He looked down at his hands to see if the growth had stopped, but it seemed to still be going. Given how massive Axe was compared to him, he figured he’d probably grow a couple feet before it finally stopped, so he decided to continue to ignore it as best as he could.

Subspace got up from his seat to begin making his way over to Spade again. He had some samples to collect and some treatment to perform on his wounds. As he got up fully and began to move towards the cells, he heard a loud snap.

He looked down at his sleeve and saw that his hand had snapped the elastic band between his thumb and index finger, allowing it to pull itself out of the sleeve and make it fully bare. Subspace was pleasantly surprised as he figured his sleeve would have survived longer, but decided to keep ignoring his growth.

Subspace opened the metal door and stepped into the hallway. Spade was now just reading a book he had gotten for good behaviour when he saw Subspace walk in. Spade sighed when he saw the pink demon and marked his page before closing the book. Subspace entered the door code and unlocked it before stepping inside the cell.

“Alright. Time to get some samples and treatment. Follow me.” Subspace said. The young demon gave a tired nod and walked closely behind Subspace as they exited the cell. Spade became aware of something strange about Subspace, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

The duo stepped back out into the main lab before heading over to a glass room. Inside was a surgical seat, where Subspace directed Spade to sit down. He slowly plodded up to the seat and sat down on it before going slack. Subspace carefully pulled the leather bands over Spade’s wrists and ankles before securing his chest with a large one.

Once he was in tight, Subspace went over to a small rolling table and picked up a fresh syringe. He took it over to Spade and felt his arm for a vein. He managed to snag one just below Spade’s bicep, so he held the needle against the partially burnt skin and injected it.

Spade winced as he felt his blood get drawn out of his body and into the clear syringe, revealing it was a murky pink instead of its usual orange. Subspace took the syringe with him as he stepped out of the room and to a clear counter in the main lab.

Subspace was trying his best to stay composed right now, but his growth was making it difficult. The strap of his sleeve was digging into his side and his boots were starting to cramp up his feet. He looked down to see how they were fairing and was shocked to see the leather was beginning to warp around his toes, forming into four big lumps at the tip. His hands had gotten quite large and his chest and stomach had caused his tank top to begin slipping upwards even more, revealing a bit of his stomach.

Subspace worked quickly with the sample, putting it into the scanner before making sure to save some for later. He had some trouble writing the date and subject number on the vial due to his large hands, but he managed to get it down. Once the samples were all analysed and stored, Subspace grabbed a tray full of medical supplies and brought it over to Spade.

BONK! Subspace almost dropped the tray and fell over from his horns hitting the top of the doorframe. He managed to remain steady as Spade looked at him perplexed. Subspace gave him an angry glare to shut him up before he could say anything as he crouched down and made it into the room.

He set down the tray with some of Medkit’s solutions and concoctions on it next to Spade and grabbed a bottle of it before using it to clean and treat Spade’s wounds. Spade had long grown used to the stinging pain it brought, but it still hurt like a bitch. He gritted his teeth and took several sharp inhales as Subspace rubbed and thoroughly cleaned his wounds. As he was working on the massive one on his chest, Spade got a closer look at Subspace and realised that he looked… bigger?

SNAP!

Both Subspace and Spade froze as they looked over to Subspace’s waist, where the strap for his sleeve had come undone from his growth. Subspace looked down at it before continuing to clean Spade’s wounds like nothing happened.

“...are you ok? You seem different.” the young demon asked.

“Yes. Peachy. Now shut up and let me work.” Subspace said before dosing a large glob of green antibiotics on Spade’s chest. The pain easily shut down any sort of further inquiries he had. So he just went back to silently wishing he was anywhere but here.

Eventually, Spade was all cleaned up and Subspace undid his straps. He took the young demon back to his cell and Spade went to his bed before sitting down on it to rest. Subspace closed the cell door and typed in the code before heading back to the main lab.

The scanner finished and was ready for analysis as Subspace began making his way over to it. As he took another step, he felt his feet cramp up in his boots more and more, and it was starting to hurt a bit. Subspace winced slightly and managed to reach the sample, his footsteps growing heavier and heavier by the second. His body had grown at least a whole foot by this point, and he couldn’t help but think the growth was accelerating.

“Ahhhh shit!” Subspace blurted out when he felt his boots beginning to creak, straining his feet further. They were not going to last much longer, so he sat down to try and undo the laces. He felt the leather of the boots and was surprised at how warped they had become, with the leather stretching out over the sole by this point.

Subspace began trying to undo the laces, but he soon realised that his fingers were too big for that now. He gritted his teeth a bit and tried to pull off the boots by force, but they wouldn’t budge. All he could do was sit there and watch as the leather stretched out more and more.

SNAP SNAP! His laces began to pop one by one as his ankles and calves grew further. The leather slowly parted a bit, and Subspace could see some of his white fur and scars poking through the small gaps. He figured he’d try and remove the boots again now that they were looser, but it was too late.

POP POP! Subspace watched as the tips of his boots forcibly separated from the soles, causing his toes to burst out of the front of them. The leather was pushed out of the way as his now large feet stretched out of the opening and began brushing up against the metal floor of the lab. Subspace breathed a sigh of relief from the newfound freedom, but he was sad to have lost some pretty nice boots.

Still, this was a problem. His solution wouldn’t be viable if it caused such a level of growth that it would damage clothing. He’d have to refine the solution, but until then, he’d just hope that he doesn’t outgrow his own lab.

Subspace got up from the floor and began walking over to his computer once more. His boots felt like sandals now, but he could still hear the quiet rips of the leather as the sole slowly began to separate from the boot. He sat down on his swivel chair and was a bit concerned when he heard it creak from his newfound weight. But it still managed to hold itself up.

Subspace began to reach his arm up to type, but his right arm was struggling to move with the sleeve around it. It had been stretched thin across his scarred arm, and even his wrist was beginning to stretch out of the opening. Without the strap in place, it had slowly begun to move off of his chest and towards his shoulder.

Subspace tried to move his arm towards the keyboard and strained against the tight sleeve. He pulled against it with more and more force until…

SHRRRRIPPPP! His muscles and arm tore through the elastic cloth with ease, revealing his scarring all up and down the length of his right arm. The elastic cloth snapped and tore in many places while the shoulder tore through it entirely, causing the cloth against his chest and back to flop pathetically to the floor.

Subspace’s arm looked like torn up tights now, and he gave a heavy sigh. This was the price of science. How was he going to explain his clothing bill to Blackrock? He moved his newly freed arm to the keyboard and began to analyse the sample of Spade’s blood. His fingers were starting to get too big to use with the keyboard, but he gently tapped with his nails to compensate.

As he worked, he could feel his swivel chair beginning to creak a bit more. He started to get worried, but his attention was drawn away from the noise when he felt a rumbling in his stomach. He must have been hungrier than he thought, or could it be a side effect of the Ivory Fruit?

Regardless, he needed some grub, and it was nearly time for Spade to get some too. So he rolled over to his Comm set and opened it up, connecting to a Zeta Biograft out by the entrance to the tunnels.

“WHAT ARE YOUR ORDERS CREATOR.” it said in response.

“Pick up some lunch for me and Subject 13 from Slingshot’s cafe. I’ll be in here for today and can’t go out to get it myself.” Subspace ordered. As he did, he could feel his stomach and chest instinctively get bigger.

“UNDERSTOOD. WHAT SHOULD I GET FOR YOU BOTH?” Zeta asked. Subspace began thinking on the multitude of options, and decided to settle for his usual.

“Just the burger and fries combo. And for Subject 13-” he was interrupted by several loud rips and a cold sensation along his soles. He looked down and saw that the soles of his boots had ripped clean off and the remaining leather had stretched up his ankle, leaving him barefoot with what looked like ankle bracers.

“CREATOR?” Zeta asked. Subspace realised he was getting off track and looked back at the comm set.

“For 13, just get him the same. But no pickles, onions, or tomatoes. The enzymes in those could interfere with my research.” Subspace added as he could feel his feet and legs stretch out enough to touch the bare metal floor, sending a chill up his spine.

“ANY DRINKS?” Zeta asked. Subspace sighed a bit.

“Just Bloxy Cola. Water for 13.” Subspace said exasperated. His regular clothes were beginning to feel tight now, as his tank top and pants started to dig into his legs.

“UNDERSTOOD. I WILL RETURN MOMENTARILY.” Zeta said before the comm set clicked off. Subspace let out a sigh of relief.

CRACK! As if waiting for the perfect moment, Subspace’s chair collapsed underneath him. He fell to the floor with a loud metal clang and winced a bit from the sensation. He stood up from the ground and was shocked by his own height.

He had easily grown more than 2 feet now, and his tank top was reduced to a mere crop top while his pants had begun stretching up above his calves and ankles. His sleeve had ripped up to his elbow and had begun peeling off his shoulder, leaving his scarred and mangled arm exposed.

Subspace grasped the elastic cloth and decided to tear it off. The remaining fabric tore off his flesh with ease and he tossed it into the nearby waste bin. He reached down and grabbed the bits of elastic and his boots before tossing them as well. How he was going to explain this to Zeta when he arrived was not something he was looking forward to. How embarrassing.

Subspace thought about what he could do to work in the meantime. He got down on his knees and tried to type on the laptop once more, but his fingers and nails alike were now much too big by this point. He could use dictation, but talking for long periods of time hurt his throat. Writing wasn’t going to work either, given how a pen was now smaller than his finger.

Maybe he could do some work on the Biograft upgrades. He tried to stand up straight and was shocked that he was halfway to the lab ceiling. If he kept growing any more, he was going to crash into it. Subspace looked down and realised he was indeed still getting larger, feeling his tanktop press into his chest. He really should have distilled the solution before testing it.

Subspace managed to step over the clear counters using his now long legs and reached the Biograft section. Several of the machines were strewn about the workbenches, all in various states of repair or disrepair. A few of them had been dispatched to quell some rebelling in the Blackrock region, so they were riddled with bullet holes and burn marks. Nothing but useless scrap now, so perfect for helping their brethren grow stronger.

Subspace crossed his legs and sat down, feeling the lab shake a bit. His hand was nearly as large as the chest of one of the machines now, so he grabbed a bisected one and picked it up with ease. After making sure the nexus chip, the component which helped them to think of their own will, was removed, Subspace began taking it apart to extract its components.

He was relieved that his greater size made the work a piece of cake. The machines were carefully disassembled and the bits of metal were tossed into a bin to be melted down while the electrical components were stored for later use or thrown out if deemed useless.

Subspace could feel his ankles getting cramped as he worked. The leather remains of his boots were putting up one heck of a fight. As he finished disassembling a third Biograft, he got fed up and stretched his legs out in front of him. He grabbed the remaining leather and tugged on it hard.

SHRIIPPP! went both of the remaining boots as they were torn off with ease. Subspace flexed his now freed feet and tossed the leather into a nearby waste bin before he continued working. He’ll admit. It did feel nice to not be in uniform the entire time he was working.

A metal knocking at the door caused Subspace to look over. It must have been Biograft with the food, considering he could already smell the greasy burgers.

“You may enter,” he said. The door opened and sure enough, Zeta Biograft stepped inside carrying backs marked with the logo for Slingshot’s cafe in one hand. In his other hand was a small cardboard cup holder which had a water bottle and a paper cup with a lid and straw in it.

“CREATOR. HERE IS YOUR…” Biograft stopped as it froze and carefully looked over Subspace, noticing his massive height change.

“CREATOR… YOU SEEM DIFFERENT.” Biograft said. “IS THIS-”

“Ivory Fruits. I’ll work on the kinks. Can you bring Spade his food please?” he asked. Biograft nodded and set down one of the bags along with the drinks. He grabbed the water bottle and took the fast food bag to Spade’s cell, leaving Subspace to crawl over to his food.

He carefully opened the nearly miniscule paper bag to him with his fingers and dug out the burger and fries. Holding them carefully, he unwrapped the burger from the foil and pulled it out. It was as big as his finger, but it still looked delicious. Subspace opened his mouth and popped it in before swallowing, not even needing to chew.

He picked up the container of fries and did much the same, swallowing every fry in a single bite. He could feel a slight bubbling in his stomach and washed it down with his Bloxy Cola, which he finished in just two sips. He gathered all of the trash and crumpled it together in his fist before tossing it into the waste bin. Despite the size difference, it had been pretty filling.

“SPADE HAS BEEN GIVEN HIS FOOD. ANY ORDERS?” Biograft said suddenly after emerging from the hallway. Subspace began to think about what he needed, when he heard a slight snapping sound.

He looked down at his shoulders and saw that his tank top was nearly stretched to its limits. Slight tears had appeared all along it, and the straps over his shoulders began to tear along the seams.

Before he could react, the bands snapped and both fell down. His shirt didn’t fall off of him on account of being stretched thin over his frame, but the loss of pressure caused his chest to bulk out more. The front of his shirt tore open and several more rips appeared as his massive size finally caught up.

His tank top quite literally exploded off of him, exposing his scarred chest to Biograft. The machine looked at its creator perplexed as Subspace could feel a bit of red lighting up on his face. He instinctively covered up his chest and sputtered out an order to Biograft.

“Can you… get some spare clothes for when this wears off please?” he asked bashfully. Biograft hesitated a bit before nodding and heading off to Subspace’s private study. As he did, Subspace reached down and began picking up the ruined tank top before tossing it into the same waste bin as the food.

RIIIPP! Subspace froze a bit as he felt a cool breeze along his lower back. He glazed down near his tail and saw that the seat of his pants was beginning to rip open. Feeling his face light up more, he reached a hand down to cover up the tear as he felt a scraping noise from above. He looked up and was shocked to see his horns and crystal beginning to dig into the cement ceiling. His growth must have accelerated without him realising it.

Subspace realised if his growth didn’t stop, he was going to crush the entire lab. He needed to move somewhere with more space. Luckily, there was a metal shutter connecting to a nearby water reservoir. If he squeezed into there he should be fine until the growth stopped. Hopefully it stopped. He was 73% sure it would. Ok maybe 65%. Alright he didn’t know the exact odds, but it was better than nothing.

Subspace crouched down and carefully stepped over to the metal shutter. He reached down and managed to tap the button with his index finger, causing it to beep as the shutter began to open. Subspace could feel his pants straining against his growing size and ripping, exposing his jet black boxers underneath. Luckily, they were near indestructible and infinitely stretchy, but he wasn’t too keen on others seeing him in his underwear.

Subspace tried to crouch to fit into the door, but even then he was too tall. He finally stretched out onto his stomach to crawl through, wincing a bit when he felt his feet and tail knock some lab equipment over. He pulled himself through the shutter out into the massive circular reservoir.

It was dimly lit by some nearby floodlights, while in the center of the circular chamber was a massive pool of water, constantly being filled up by pipes from above. Subspace managed to stand up a bit before banging his horns and head into the brick ceiling, causing a couple to fall into the water below. He winced and rubbed his aching temples before continuing to crouch walk around the water. He could feel his pants finally reaching their limits as his calves tore through the cloth, just leaving his thighs covered up.

Subspace reached the other side of the reservoir from the shutter and sat on the ground. He could feel his changes slowing down as his horns nearly touched the arches running along the ceiling. He let out a sigh of relief and looked down over his massive body. He was easily over 20 ft. tall, dominating over everyone else in height. Luckily, his pants and underwear had stayed intact enough to keep him decent.

As Subspace began thinking on how he was going to explain this to anyone, he became aware of distant talking. It sounded like someone was coming down the nearby stairs. Subspace panicked a bit and looked around for the source of the voice. He spotted a metal door with a yellow bulb next to it and saw someone approaching it from the other side.

“Yeah don’t worry I’ll figure out the power issues for you. Let me check on something first.” said the voice, which Subspace immediately recognized. The door opened and out stepped a white demon with brilliant green antlers over his white fur. He had an emerald coloured eyepatch and a nice green casual business suit on. His bare hooves clacked against the brick floor as he stepped out.

“Ok, now where is that breaker bo…” Medkit’s voice drifted off as he looked up to see a giant Subspace laying on the ground across from him. He raised an eyebrow and had a stunned expression as he regarded his former friend, now enemy, with immense confusion.

“Hey Meddy~” Subspace said with a smile, trying to play it cool. He rested on his arm and posed in a casual manner, which is NOT what Medkit got from that. He saw his former friend, now enemy, posing as if he wanted to be painted.

“I… uh… uh…” he said, his face lighting up red as he rubbed the back of his head. Subspace could see the gears in his head turning (or rather, struggling to), and he finally let out a sigh.

“I’ll…. come back later.” he said, before turning around and closing the metal door behind him.