"Everything okay there, Unit?" the voice asked, a hint of concern creeping in.
"Um, yeah..." Kevin managed, his voice strained. A wave of warmth washed over him, not the searing heat from before, but a slow, pervasive warmth that seemed to emanate from his core. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, and he felt a strange, unsettling pressure building within his body. It was as if his muscles were expanding, subtly, yet undeniably. "What the—?!" he muttered, his breath catching in his throat as he felt his clothes begin to tighten.
"Unit, did something just happen?" the Plumber on the call asked, his voice sharp with suspicion.
"No, everything's okay!" Kevin insisted, his voice a touch too high, a nervous tremor betraying his composure. The fabric of his shirt and pants began to dig into his skin, the seams straining.
"...Alright, Unit," the Plumber said, his tone laced with doubt. "Please advise the situation. What did you find there?"
"I found some vials. About five, only three were filled," Kevin reported, struggling to maintain a semblance of normalcy. He felt his toes pressing against the ends of his shoes, the leather groaning under the pressure.
"Anything else?" the Plumber asked, his voice clipped.
"There were a few paper files..." Kevin paused, a low groan escaping his lips. "Lying around as well. I saw notes about many kinds of elixirs. From growth, to... health, to transformation," he finished, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. His sleeves bit into his biceps, and his forearms felt constricted.
"Anything else of interest in those files?" the Plumber inquired.
"Just about the ingredients..." Kevin groaned softly, a strange thrill mixed with his discomfort. "I did notice that they were trying to make an alien, but they..." he let out a sharp, involuntary hiss, "failed." He felt the leather of his shoes tear, his feet expanding within them. The seams of his shirt strained, the fabric pulling taut across his chest and shoulders.
"Were there signs of anyone else there after the lab was abandoned, but before you entered?" the voice asked.
"No, it was all empty," he replied, a low growl rumbling in his throat as his pants began to rip at the seams. His calves swelled, straining against the fabric, and the sleeves of his shirt tore completely away, leaving his arms bare.
"I think you may have misheard, Agent," the Plumber said. "Were there signs that someone else broke in?"
"No. There wasn't, it all looked good," Kevin groaned, his pants tearing further, the fabric giving way under the relentless expansion of his muscles. The feeling, though alarming, was also strangely exhilarating, a primal surge of power coursing through him. His shirt ripped further, the fabric parting down his chest.
"Understood. What's your ETA to the nearest Plumber station?" The voice asked, seemingly convinced that all was well.
"About... five to ten minutes," Kevin said, his mind clouded by the overwhelming sensations. He was losing focus, the raw, physical transformation consuming his thoughts. His pants ripped again, and soon, he was left shirtless, the remnants of his shirt hanging in tatters.
"One more question," the voice said. "Was there any sign of radioactive activity?"
"No, it was all clear, sir," he said, a wide, almost feral grin spreading across his face. His pants were now shorts, the torn fabric clinging to his thighs. He reveled in the feeling, the surge of power, the raw, untamed change. He didn't want it to stop.
"Alright, HQ out," the line went dead, leaving Kevin alone with the echoing silence and the relentless transformation of his body.
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