I live, I die, I live again.

One minute, everything was dark and, the next, you're waking up with a broken gasp as you suck in air desperately. The air is rancid and the smell is putrid, but you don't care as you breathe in deeply over and over, coughing and gasping as you do. The air seems to cut at your throat as you try to catch your breath with such desperation, but, again, you don't care. You just breathe as though you had been deprived of oxygen for your entire life. Or at least for the last few hours when you'd been, for all intents and purposes, dead.

Dead. You had died. The memory comes rushing back to you. The surgery room. The doctors. The numerous injections. The last beat of your overworked and frantic heart. You remembered it all and, suddenly, it was not just the rancid stench of the room you found yourself in that made you feel like vomiting. You retched before turning over onto your hands and knees to throw up bile and phlegm as you didn't have any food in your belly to eject onto the ground that wasn't ground at all. You realize this as you vomit onto it that you hadn't been laying on the ground, but something far more gruesome instead.

Bodies. Dozens upon dozens of dead bodies. You had been lying on a mound of corpses, some relatively fresh and others...not so much. The stench that filled the room had been the stench of rotting and decomposing bodies that lay all around you in this small, cramped room. A chamber with no doors or windows, just smooth rounded walls that corpses leaned against. It was dark, almost completely so, but you found that you could see well enough in the darkness. Surprisingly, you could see as though the room was simply dim instead of completely darkened. You couldn't make out details of anything, but you thought that was probably okay. The room was filled only with corpses, after all, and you didn't really want to spend your time studying those.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your arm, spitting to try and get rid of the taste of bile in your mouth as you shakily got to your feet. It was difficult to stand atop a mound of corpses, you found, but not just because it was unsteady ground. No, something felt...off. You couldn't quite tell what was wrong, but something felt different as you stood up and tried to figure out what to do. You felt a bit strange, like you were seeing things differently or like your body was slightly unfamiliar to you. It was an odd feeling, but you tried to shake it off as you thought you had more pressing problems at the moment. Namely, how you were going to get out of this pit of corpses you found yourself in.

And it was definitely a pit, you found as you looked up and saw a square of metal in the ceiling that differed greatly with the stone of the walls. The barest bit of light seeped in from around that square and you realized it was a trap door, probably the one they used to dump bodies in this place. The problem was that the ceiling was about 30 feet above you, basically three stories high. It was out of your reach, you knew, and you sighed at that. That was frustrating, not being able to reach an exit when it was there in sight, and, just to do something and vent a bit of your frustration, you made a half-hearted jump up as though you thought you could reach the ceiling.

It wasn't even a real jump with your full strength behind it, both because you weren't really trying and because you weren't on stable ground, but, somehow, you found yourself launched up and towards the metal trapdoor as though it had been a mere foot above you instead of 3 stories. You cried out in surprise as the ceiling rushed towards you and you covered your head with your arms as you braced for an unexpected impact. That impact came, but with unexpected results as, instead of your body being bruised and battered against steel, the trapdoor shattered beneath the impact of your body and you shot up through the ruined trapdoor and into the room above.

You tumble onto the hard concrete floor as you make it through the trapdoor, barely feeling the impact of hitting the ground. Hell, you'd barely felt the impact of slamming through the metal trapdoor, you realize as you stand up and look around at the room you found yourself in. An abandoned morgue, from the looks of the ruined drawers where bodies normally would go and what looked to be a crematory nearby. Well, not exactly abandoned as you found yourself facing a group of guards that had set up a table and were in the midst of playing cards to pass the time. They all had ceased their gambling to look your way, looking frankly shocked by what they saw.

"What the fuck!?", one of them exclaims as he stands up and moves to retrieve his gun and the others start to follow suit.

You realize, as they stand, that these guards seem different than before. They seem...smaller. Yeah, that was it. They seemed smaller than the guards you'd seen before. They had to be about a foot and a half shorter than you, after all, and most of the guards had only been slightly shorter than you or of the same height before. They looked so small...as did the table and chairs they sat at, you realize, as they all seemed much smaller than you'd expect...

It's then that you understand that it is not _they _that are small, but _you _who is big. You're taller, you realize all of a sudden. You're taller than you were before and, as you look down at yourself for the first time, you realize you aren't just taller, but bigger all around. Your body, which had already been broad and muscular, seems carved from hard oak now, your musculature chiseled all around. Your shoulders are broader and your chest wider than it had been before. And, as you look down lower, you see that you've also grown down below as your cock, which had been a respectable eight and a half inches when hard, was now that size in its current flaccid state and hung down low between your powerful thighs. You had grown bigger and stronger, it seemed, and you found that at once shocking and exhilarating.

Of course, you didn't have much time to study yourself and the changes in your form as the guards rearmed themselves and turned to face you.

"Take him down! Now!", one of the guards calls out and they all lift their guns to get ready to fire.