Tyler woke up with a scream. He stared the dark ceiling and sighed, feeling great relief.
“What a horrible nightmare,” he muttered while closing his eyes. He could still hear the monster of a man running after him in the dimly lit street. How had he ended up there? It had been just a short stroll to the nearest shop to buy some cheese to make a pizza. Only when he’d walked out with it, the huge man was standing in the other side of the street, glaring at him. He could only see his shape as the street light was behind him, but that was enough to notice the guy was not normal. He was too wide. He paid no attention but after walking a ways he turned his head just slightly and the huge man was 20 feet back, following him. Tyler walked a bit quicker but the big man's footfalls on the pavement quickened too. Soon enough Tyler was running, almost feeling the stranger’s breath on him. That’s when he woke.
Still without opening his eyes he stretched and tried grabbing the alarm clock to see what time it was. The fact his hand didn’t find it, didn’t find anything but empty air, made him grunt and, finally, open his eyes to see there was no alarm clock on his nightstand. In fact, there was no nightstand at all. To make things worse, the bed wasn’t his bed. Then, looking around, he realized.
It was dark, too dark to see much, but he could see enough to know that he wasn’t in his room.
He jumped out of the bed, he realized he was still wearing all his clothes from the night before when he had gone to the store…. Wait—
“That… that wasn’t a dream?”
He tried to find his socks or shoes but the room was so dark he couldn’t see anything. Before he could panic more, the lights suddenly switched on, blinding him. When his eyes got used to the light, he checked his surroundings.
It was quite a big room, about 20 by 20 feet. There was no door and no windows. There was a bed, a table, and a chair crowded on one side, with a computer screen mounted in the wall behind the desk, but that only was about 10% of the room. Another 20% of the space was used in a shower and a toilet and the rest was all used in gym equipment. The floor looked dark and metallic, but wasn’t cold on his bare feet, and the walls were completely covered by mirrors apart from the computer screen. He saw his scrawny reflection dressed in a white t-shirt and cargo shorts, but that was to be expected of a weedy 16-year-old mathlete whose assist from puberty had been both late and meager. He frowned at his reflection and the cute blue eyed blonde boy glared at him.
“What is going on?” he asked aloud. “Hello? Is somebody there? Please somebody!”
But there was no answer. He looked back at the gym equipment, but he wasn’t interested in it. Sports were just something he wasn’t into. He had always been a grade A student. He rather go for brains and not for brawn. Sadly, that was one of the reasons he had just few friends. He realized the desk had some drawers. He opened the first, but it was full of bodybuilding magazines.
He had seen some stuff about bodybuilding on TV. He’d never understand why anyone would want to deform his body like that. A shiver ran down his spine. That man from his dream, or what he’d thought was a dream, had the size to be one of them and then some. Was he kidnapped by some crazy musclebound man? Why? What for?
And looking around he wondered anther thing. “How did I enter this room?” he asked aloud.
After all, there was no way of entering a room without doors or windows. He was suddenly panicked about air running out but he saw a little hole the size of his fist in the centre of the ceiling next to the lights and something small similar to a speaker. There was no light switch either so that meant someone was watching him and gave him some light when he saw he awoke.
“The mirrors!” he realized
It was obvious that the mirrors were those that could be seen through from the other side. He also thought it was possible that one of the walls moved to let him enter the room. But no matter how hard he pushed, the walls didn’t move. He also tried smashing the glass. He even threw the smallest dumbbell (the only one he could lift) against he mirrored walls, but it didn’t work either. That glass wasn’t normal.
Then when he realized there was no way out, he left his emotions flow and cried out in fear and anger.
An hour passed and nothing had changed. Apart from horrible, he was getting bored. The magazines weren’t about something he was interested about so he opened the other drawer below the first. There were more magazines but those were porn magazines! And not the usual porn his friends bragged about having from an older brother. They didn’t have any women in there. Just men. Big, well endowed, cute-faced muscle men. He had never seen men as big as these, as muscled as this and with such huge cocks! Was that even comfortable having cocks that big? He wondered. Not to mention the man to man sex. It grossed him out enough to toss the mags back in the drawer and shove it closed. He had gotten very good at masturbation, but he knew guys weren’t his thing. He liked thinking about girls, with big tits. But before he noticed his cock swelling a bit from his mental fantasies, he opened the third and last drawer. What he found there made his soon to be boner to deflate completely. There were pics. Morphed pics of young men with massive erections and monster muscles. He was so horrified he almost forgot to close the drawer.
His attention went towards the computer screen, but it was switched off and there was no power button to switch it on. He sighed.
“What the hell is going on here?”
Hours passed and boredom kicked in. there was nothing to do there. He stayed laid on the bed, looking at the ceiling, wondering if there would be anyone looking for him already. He didn’t know how much time has passed since his abduction. Then a sound from his own stomach made him sit. He realized he was very hungry.
“Will they remember to feed me?” he asked to no one in particular.
But just then something clicked next to the table and he approached to check it. Just below the table, from the floor, two plastic tubes had emerged, at least two feet from the ground. He grabbed them and pulled. Both kept on coming out, as if their length was unpredictable. But he found out he couldn’t pull more that five feet. He checked them out, not knowing what they were for and he noticed a drop of water coming off the tip from one of them. He put the tube in his lips and sucked. Easily enough, water poured into his throat, relieving himself of thirst. Once sated he could guess what the other tube had to offer, but he seriously doubted it could feed him from it. His hunger won the argument in his head. He sucked on the second tube. Something like a shake came from it. He was astonisged that it tasted good enough to drink till he needed air and then come back for more. He continued drinking for some time and while he did, he felt a warm sensation fill him from inside and he became dazed.
He suddenly coughed. He almost fell asleep while he was eating! He felt so heavy all of a sudden than he glanced down and saw his flat stomach distended as if he had swallowed a soccer ball.
He let go of the tube with disgust. There was obviously something in that stuff he’d eaten. Even a skinny kid like him was proud of his body in his own way. He was never interested in sports and he didn’t want huge muscles either, but he definitely didn’t want a gut like that.
He frowned at the gym equipment.
There was a treadmill, a bench-press, free weights and dumbbells and other stuff. He guessed he could run a bit. He got up and was going to start to run when a rumble coming from his gut stopped him in midtrack.
Hungry? How could that be? Unless there was something in the food—
He ignored his new craving and started running. It was a bit uncomfortable with his gut like that, but he felt like he had no choice. After 20 minutes he noticed in the mirror that the gut was smaller. By then he was already sweating like a pig and he regretted not taking out his t-shirt first. He stopped after 10 more minutes. He just had to rest a bit. He had surprisingly lasted half an hour and his legs were starting to feel sore. He hated sweaty clothes but he wouldn’t undress for the kidnapper who was for sure watching him behind one of the mirrors. The hunger craving was still there and he didn’t know how much he could last. But at the very least he wanted the gut gone by the time he fed again. Unfortunately the gut was still there. Half its original size, but still—
While wiping the sweat from his eyes, he looked at the rest of gym equipment. He had no idea how to use it. He then heard a beeping sound from the screen of the computer attached to the wall. It was on!
He dashed towards it. The screen was loading a video. He touched the screen to play it and there was a handsome young man standing laid on the bench press machine. The video was about five minutes long and it explained how to use the machine and suggested the weight to use on it. That was when he realized that the machine was different from the ones he’d seen before in the school gym. There were no plates, just a bar that could go up and down sliding from a thick metallic device. As the video explained, it used magnetic power to change the load quicker and to be able to use way bigger loads than normal.
Not that I will need that, he thought.
It ended with a suggestion on weight to use and repetitions and sets to do. He shrugged. Why not? He had to use some exercise to melt the gut and he couldn’t run anymore at least until the next day.
The next day. He tried not to think on being there more than a day, but he had to accept that until he got released, he’d have to stay there.
He got close again to the bench press machine and tried to emulate what the guy in the video did, feeling quite stupid and clumsy. However, he soon feel he could handle better the weight. The weight he used was way smaller than what the guy in the vid used, but he ended very tired anyway. And more hungry.
When he finished, he heard another beeping sound. This time when he watched the screen, another different video was loading. The same man was explaining an exercise for the back. He followed the instructions given for that and the next three exercises, for arms and shoulders. By the time he ended everything he was so sore he could barely move.
He happily saw the gut had receded almost completely but he noticed something else in the mirrors. The rest of his body wasn’t as skinny as before—and not because there was any new fat than before. The clingy sweat-soaked tee shirt made it easy to see that his fat was almost nonexistent and now he had muscles!!!
“How… is this possible?” He flexed his arm where a little bump showed where there was nothing the day before. He couldn’t flex much more. He was too tired. And he blushed thinking that maybe he had been flexing in front of his captor. He couldn’t show him that he was okay with it! Not to him! And he wasn’t ok with it anyway. He never wanted muscles or anything.
Leaving aside the hunger, he had a new problem—the smell from him was difficult to bear so he decided to take a shower and also a piss. The feeding tube was close and he had to resist with all he had not to take it and get another filling of the too-tasty shake. He managed to reach the toilet. In the mirror in front of him, everything seemed swollen, almost like being at a funhouse—so his cock being swollen too wasn’t surprising. Which was surprising was how sensitive it was. Just touching it and holding it in his hand to pee was enough to make him sport a semi hard on. Again when it reached 4 inches and not fully hard it didn’t surprise him that much. After all 4 inches was his regular erection. He was feeling horny too but he couldn’t jerk off in front of whoever was watching him. He pissed and pissed. It was as if he lasted an eternity pissing. He smiled when he saw the gut was gone, but the abs that he found instead were quite impressive. Where had all his babyfat gone?
He decided to take a shower fully clothed so he would also wash his stinky clothes. The shower was quite curious. It had no walls so he guessed it would be normal if water splashed everywhere. He couldn’t move the showerhead either, it didn’t move from over his head. The only thing there was were the water dials so he could regulate the heat. There was no soap so just water would have to do. He left the water wash him and he rubbed his pumped body. Then he stopped the water, undressed and hanged his clothes on some hangers next to the shower, where a small towel was. The towel was too small to tie it around his waist so he had to wait till his clothes were dry. The room wasn’t cold so it was fine. The only thing was hanging around naked for his captor to see. That, and the horniness he was feeling building up since he peed. He needed some distraction and quick. No way was he masturbating for that freak to enjoy.
A sweet smell came from the feeding tube. He was so hungry he couldn’t bear it. Thinking that it would distract him from horniness, he took the tube in his mouth and started sucking it.
It was better than the last time. So addictive that he couldn’t stop himself. He almost didn’t have the time to breathe. Even when he noticed his gut coming back he didn’t care, he just needed it. Just when his belly looked like he had eaten a beach ball did he start feeling a drowsiness that made him fall asleep in the spot.
While he was out of it, wasn’t aware of a deep low voice coming from the speakers in the ceiling.
“Grow, workout, eat, make your muscles bigger, being muscular is cool, the bigger the better, you’re so small, grow….” And so on it went.
A pain in his groin awoke him. He didn’t know how much he had slept. Hours? Days? He was surprised he wasn’t on the floor, but lying on the bed, with a sheet covering him. The lights come back to the room and again, he was surprised. There was no beach ball bulging through the covers. Another surprise awaited him when he took off the sheets hiding his body. He was no longer a skinny teenager, but an athletic one. Like a teen magazine fitness model, every muscle on display with a nice size everywhere. His muscles looked even more swollen than the day before and since he was still naked—he could easily see the reason his groin ached. His balls were swollen too. It didn’t help the fact of having a morning wood, the horniness cumulated from the day before and a huge need to piss. He was also thirsty and hungry, on top of it all.
He worried about who put him in the bed, as he remembered fainting in the floor from exhaustion. He tried getting up and sat on the bed, but the slightest move from his legs made his swollen balls to ache. The pain was too much to bare, so he got close to the toilet, moaning, and started jerking off his 4 incher—or was it bigger too? It felt bigger in his hand at the very least. The sensations in his cock was even stronger than the day before and couldn’t help noticing his muscles bulging with each stroke. He touched his pec with his free hand feeling it move and he giggled a bit. Maybe having muscles could be fun too, he thought. The moment of orgasm was a total new surprise. Such a pleasant feeling he couldn’t hide the moan and so much cum expelled, not like the drops he shoot at home. He took another shower and relaxed under the hot water. He used the towel again and put on his dried up clothes. They felt funny on him. Baggy in some areas like waist and tight in others like chest and arms, specially under his arms. Also his briefs were tighter too. His cock and balls were still swollen. Or maybe bigger.
A new package on the table got his attention. Tyler looked at it suspicious. It was now certain someone had entered last night. Again, he looked for a door, but it was the same as before. His attention went back to the box. It looked like a normal box, so he just opened it. Inside was something he couldn’t believe. He stared at it for a whole minute and when he was going to do something a growling sound distracted him.
This time would be different. He glared at the tube. He took it and started to suck again, however he didn’t lose it that time. The moment he saw his stomach starting to bulge, he stopped. He was still hungry as hell, but he knew he needed to control it. He went again towards the box and took an object from within. It was a glass cylinder about 14 inches long and 3 inches wide. It was open from one end, and it had a strange machine on the other end and a plastic ball attached. He didn’t need to be told that it was a penis pumper. If it was another place and moment he would have considered trying it just for fun. However he wasn’t as crazy as to use that when he was being observed. Not that his swollen package didn’t feel good, just from being bigger.
He just left it there where he found it and took the tube again, feeding as much as before until his gut started to appear again. And he stopped. It seemed as if taking the stuff from time to time instead drinking it all till he fainted was a better option.
He felt the need to use the energy coursing through him now so he decided to workout a bit. The screen helped with new exercises and tips and he couldn’t help having a huge suck from the feeding tube between sets. He was so pumped when he finished that his clothes felt too uncomfortable to wear so, after a brief internal debate, he didn’t put them on again after showering. He noticed while toweling that his muscles looked notaciably bigger than the day before. He was looking like a real athlete. And his balls were even more swollen than when he woke up.
Sighing, he jerked off again, feeling his cock bigger again. For the first time he didn’t think it was bad having a bigger cock. He knew he had to be bigger than most kids his class by then and he liked thinking that. Maybe he’d be the biggest kid in class when he got released. He cleaned his cock a bit with the towel and looked at his reflection in the mirror.
Damn, he thought, I look really hot now. If I get a bit bigger there won’t be a girl that doesn’t get wet for me, even some guys, hahaaaa… “Woah, where did that came from?” he said aloud, surprised. He saw his swollen cock after jerking looking even more swollen and then glanced towards the pumper. But he shook his head immediately after. No way, he thought.
He got a huge dose of food from the tube till he got sleepy and went to bed with a gut again.
And again the soft voice in the speakers did his job, altering some words, adding words like “cock” and “guys”
He woke up in pain again, his balls were the size of extra-large hens’ eggs. He couldn’t believe how much they stretched his sack and he got a serious case of morning wood.
“No way, I’m not bigger,” he said. He checked the table and next to the box with the pumper was a measuring tape. He had to check it.
He could barely believe it. A hair below 8 inches hard. He knew he was the biggest in his class now, maybe the biggest in the whole year. Also, his muscles haven’t fallen behind in growth. He flexed his biceps and measured them at 15 inches. He was feeling so good with it and liked the size so much that he found himself surprised, wanting more. He took a shower to take care at the same time of his bigger cock. It felt awesome the new size. He even used both hands. He wondered how it would feel if it was bigger and glanced towards the pumper.
He kept thinking about it with a hard on that didn’t want down even after shooting the load of his life. He took it in his hands and checked the box where he found a paper with instructions for use. He read them while sucking on the water and feeding tubes.
He left it on the table and, with a last glance, started his workout. This time he felt great working out and felt a chill in his stomach of excitement with the muscle pump. At midday the hunger made him pause and he started feeding.
The pumper was there calling for him. He felt excited so he decided to relieve the tension with a nice load. It didn’t calm his curiosity and he wondered, as his big cock swayed down and plumped, how would it feel a bigger cock in his hands.
“oh, what the hell—” he sat on the floor, feeling his swollen nuts rubbing the floor.
Before he would get a boner, he put his dick inside the tube, feeling the entrance really tight on th base of his dick. The tube looked enormous on his 3 incher of soft cock. Following the instructions, he pressed 2 buttons and squeezed the rubber ball.
Immediately he felt a pressure in his cock and he gasped. He squeezed again, and again the same feeling. It started feeling good, so he kept of squeezing. After the fourth one, he checked the inside of the tube. It was already half filled by his boning cock. He then squeezed more and his cock stretched another inch. The glass surrounding it didn’t make it look smaller. Quite the contrary. He was amazed. He squeezed some more. He wanted to check it first hand, but the instructions said he must stay with it attached at least two hours.
He got up, feeling the weight attached to his groin. Each step and move he did gave him pleasure. He deduced that the pumping made his cock more sensitive. He resumed his workout, a bit distracted by the sensations he had, but feeling better than ever. After a while he paused as the instructions said and fed a bit more. After his gut started to distort his ripped abs, he took the pumper off and saw his huge boner standing proud and leaking pre like mad. He measured it and had to remeasure it to make sure.
10 inches. Wow.
He used both hands just for fun, and fun did he have! The pleasure was so intense he almost kicked himself for not trying it out before. He recalled some of the older teens he had seen doing circle jerking in secret with his older brother and wondered what would they think of him if he joined them as he was now.
“Heh, they would probably be boned by me—”
He fed a bit more and with his soft swollen 6 inch cock, he resumed his training a bit more before another shower and going to sleep. He still didn’t notice the voice in the speakers, but that’s what sleeping suggestion was anyway.
His morning wood greeted him good morning. He was surprised it kept some of the size he got from the pumper at 9 inches. And more surprised he was at his body in the mirror. He looked like a gymnast that had been working out since being a toddler. While pumping his cock he recalled the magazines in the desk. He checked them while jerking off. He was a bit disappointed he wasn’t as big as them yet.
He didn’t know why. He had never been interested in being bigger, but, since he was growing, he was curious. His 9 incher wasn’t as big as them either. He checked the pumper and before he could cum, he attached it to the base of his cock. He pumped it till it looked like 12 or 13 inches (he was proud to be like those in the magazines, although pumped) and left it there. He was also ravenous, so he knelt to get the feeding tubes and saw they had changed. They had now a different shape. He had just to glance at the cock trapped in the tube to see the similarities. It had a cock shaped dildo in the tip! He frowned, how could he suck on that? But he was really hungry and thirsty, so he had no choice. The feeding cock was about 9 inches, like his own. He almost laughed thinking about sucking his own cock. But got lost in thought as if his cock kept growing like that, soon he would reach it.
He worked out for three hours, almost forgetting to take off the tube and jerked off his massive meat. It felt amazing each time. In fact, after feeding again, he reattached his now six pumped soft meat and pumped it till it filled completely the tube. He had a 14 incher! It almost made him cum by just moving around the gym equipment. He showered with it on and started feeding while the pressure in his cock reached a state he started cumming without even touching it. He passed out with a tube in his mouth and another on his cock.
He woke up in bed. His muscles ached and he felt heavy. He looked down and saw horrified the gut was back. He remembered passing out while feeding.
But why had he pass out? He thought he had it already controlled—
He came… in the tube—
He hadn’t taken it off yet.
And yeah, he checked under his gut and the tube was still attached. But his cock couldn’t be seen since his came was in the way to see through the glass.
He went to the shower, noticing how much his arms bulged, and tried taking it off there. As he expected, as soon as the base unpasted his groin, cum dripped on his legs and the floor. He took off the tube and there went his soft cock, 5 inches… 7 inches… and the tube was still in the process of going off him… he looked at the sausage that now almost reached his knees. He was not able to see it before, but his soft cock already reached the tube. Yeah, it was pumped, but luckily for him, it wasn’t deformed at all. Watching himself so big made him horny and the boner he got, dwarfed several morning woods put together. It must have been at least 17 or 18 inches after a good jerk and cum explosion, his semihard puped cock reached under his knees.
While he wiped out the extra water with a small towel, he noticed a new package on the desk. He became breathless. It was another pumper. Bigger. He walked towards it, his plumped meat slapping his ankles and he took it out of the box. The huge cock shaped cylinder was 3 feet long. He knew it was freaky. Heck, he was already a freak, but… there was a lil voice inside him that wanted to see a cock that big.
He bit his lower lip and nodded to himself. With ease, he inserted his cock in it. Then he realized there was something wrong. There was no cable to suck the air from. Just when he was checking the unlabeled box, a sound he knew announced him about the tubes, but this time, a third one appeared and all of them could stretch as much as he needed, even to the other side of the room. He saw the usual feeding tubes and then approached the third, unknown one. He put a finger on the tip and felt like it sucked on the skin. He didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to know where to attach that cable.
Just as he attached it on the tube, he felt the suction and his cock got hard inside the tube, just filling it halfway (Which was impressive, being a 3 feet tube and all) and when it seemed like his boner had reached maximum size the tube sucked it even more, forcing more blood inside. In amazement he saw his massive cock slowly swelling bit after bit. Two inches of growth later it seemed like it wouldn’t grow more, although the pressure seemed like still increasing.
He was decided to get rid of the gut, so without feeding he started running on the treadmill. He only lasted 20 minutes before he had to feed a bit. His gut had receded halfway, but it soon got back to the beach ball he had under his bigger pecs. He kept on running and after a while got to other exercises, still feeling the pressure in his cock. He had finished his last exercise shown in the monitor when the pressure down there felt too good to resist and he blew a load without even touching himself, spraying all over the inside of the tube. The sucking motion took way the fluid.
He showered and tried to take off the tube. However, the pressure wasn’t allowing it, as the tube still sucked him, forcing him to remain semisoft for a while before growing back erect in a couple minutes. The tube had some markings on its surface, as a ruler would, and he was surprised to find his cock almost reaching the 20 inch mark.
He took a little nap and was glad to find his gut almost gone by the time he had woken up, some hours later. Of course the mass there hadn’t disappeared, which showed in the muscles covering him. He posed a bit in the mirror, feeling as big as the hulk, although he wasn’t still at that size. He was big enough to compete with most adults in the muscle department. He already looked like a bodybuilder, though a short one. His cock wouldn’t fit a poser in any case.
He checked the tube and it seems his cock hadn’t halted his growth and an inch more had made his tool to pass the 20 inches mark. He felt the pressure dissapear and was able to unlock the tube. Hi cock was huge and pointing up. It wasn’t exactly hard as steel, more like, in a spongy hard way. It felt so good the touch he spent almost an hour working it up and down and pump load after load. He felt he needed a rest down there so he left it go limp at 18 inches. He was a bit surprised he didn’t shrink more when getting soft, he deduced it was due to the pumping. It would probably go smaller after a while.
He decided to go back to small and frequent feeding and, with the tube in his mouth, he resumed the training, as the screen indicated. Most exercises were quite uncomfortable, as his bigger tool slapped his quads almost tp the knees, especially when running and cardio. No wonder he went back to boned after no less than an hour. He was surprised it went back to 20 inches. He was doing biceps curls, seated and leaning one hand on one leg as he laid his working elbow inside the other leg. That pose made his back to arch forward and his boner was so big it reached higher than him in that position.
In one pause between sets, he was eye to eye with his monster and something in his mind kept him staring at the huge shiny cockhead that was leaking pre. He felt the urge to lick it clean, but he thought it gross. He didn’t want to get tempted more, so he decided to cover his boner again with the tube. Of couse once he did, the suction started immediately. He just shrugged and resumed his training and feeding.
He kept that routine, just this time with the tube on, for the rest of the day. He was too fixated on his cock to notice, but he was reaching a shape most adult bodybuilders would kill for. The guy shown in the example videos was starting to look smaller than him and he almost laughed at the tiny bulge he had incomparison to his monster.
He stayed without taking off the tube for almost 2 days and then he woke up due to some rumbling noise. He was hugging his pillow, which seemed harder than usual and didn’t want to get up, he was tired, so he hugged it tighter, burying his face on it.
That made him feel a pleasure wave that woke him up instantly. He wasn’t hugging his pillow, but his gigantic soft cock that looked to be about 3 feet. He got up and he almost laughed at the fact it reached the floor. It seemed the tube was took away while he slept. Another change was that the weightroom had disappeared. A wall was just on the other side of the bed, leaving him in a very small room. And due to his huge muscles, it seemed even smaller.
It was really scary and he thought of those horror scenes where the room walls tried to crush the person trapped. But soon the wall opposite to the one that had appeared, slided downways, shwing him what was behind it. And it seemed behind it was an even bigger version of the room he had been living in for the last days. Next to the opening was a bed, a bigger one. In fact it seemed designed for someone gigantic. It was round and about 20 feet in diameter. Next to it there was a shower area, but with several showerheads. There was a screen and a desk as well, but with more chairs, and beyond that, a huge weightroom with at least four times as many machines as he had had before.
All he was seeing from the opening suggested him that more people should be here and he gave a couple steps forward, dragging the tip of his cock on the floor and almost waddling due to his huge quads. He called for someone with a bit of hope in his voice.
Then he heard movement around him.
“Oh my god! Is there someone else?” a voice asked from the right
“Oooh! I’m not alone anymore!” cried another voice from the left.
Tyler felt a lot of relief hearing other voices, and even more when he saw other kids with a similar development as him. But there was a tiny part of him that realized that he had been released from a small cage into a bigger one, and from the kind of things showed in the room, his situation hadn’t changed more.
But he’ll see what would happen next. Without doubt, it would be something big.