New deviant page detailed growth stories

[magnus knight]

I'm back

After a very long silence and lurking in the shadows I have decided to return to the land of the living and attempt to once more regale you with my stories, both old, and very soon some new.

http://mzxknight.deviantart.com/gallery/?

That there is my own little slice of deviance for you all to enjoy. I plan on posting all my old GTS stories a few at a time over the next week or so, along with some of my old TF stories and shulkie stories.

Once I see the traffic begin to flow and I work all the kinks out, NEW stories will begin to appear, with all that clothes bursting detail I know some of you like.

So ask yourself, do you like growth, or to grow, or change of some type?
Do you like clothes bursting?
Are you 18 years of age or older?
Do you like free stuff?



Well stop on by for a visit then, and say hello.
Comments, critiques, and cactus always welcome.

[Corz]

Holy crap. WElcome back magnus. Good to be able to read your stories again. I'm trying to write my own, but life has taken its toll and i'm just out of time to write any.

[Robopengy]

Oh my Gosh :O So glad you're back and I can't wait to see what you've got up your sleeve!

[Lonebeatle]

Watched!

[Mr Wayne]

Magnus Knight,

I didn't even read your post yet, because as soon as I saw it was you I rolled out the *BiG* red carpet of welcome. Too long has your absence been and return that much more appreciated. Cacti? *Steals some of ZZZ's and Uno's potions for you to build back up your collection*

[Bozo]

WB, dude! Your absence has definitely been felt. And new stuff did you say?! o_O

yes plz

[Mr GorpThorp]

My favorite growth stories have all been written by you.

[magnus knight]

Just wanted to say I have added more stories, and if you're new to the community, they will all be new to you, and if you hav been around for a while, then you might enjoy reading them again.

[magnus knight]

Preview time, new story. Comments welcome, and yes title is blank, don`t want to give away TF change yet, though you probably can guess. hehe

Title

By: Magnus Knight

The cold winter air blows around the buildings collected just outside of Batavia Illinois, almost swirling like the outline of the massive machine that is buried beneath the ground. The sun is beginning to set taking with it its warmth, as clouds begin to gather above and a fresh coating of snow begins to fall. The parking lot once full of automobiles is now beginning to empty, as employees, mostly scientists begin to make their way through the lot to head to their various domiciles’. All appears quiet…
“BOOM!” the sound of the blast echoes through the halls and corridors of the various buildings, flames rise up licking the walls of their surroundings, the intense heat melting paint off nearby walls. The Earth itself seems to have awoken angry, as smoke slowly begins to clear and the flames calm down just enough to allow you to see, there is a large gaping hole in the ground, as chunks of soil and clay fall down, some bits of metal among them glowing with searing heat. The distant silence becomes alive as fire trucks begin to roar down the road leading to research complex. The Tevatron collider has exploded spreading parts of itself and Earth around the area. People in hazmat suits begin to emerge from one of the buildings in the area, reaching for the bodies of colleagues and friends that litter the ground among the blast sight.
As the fire trucks come to a halt the men and women inside jump into action, some running hoses, others are putting on their own hazmat suits and joining the others moving the unconscious or dead from the area. The priority for these brave souls is to clear the area for now, as the hoses begin to fire into the flaming hole from a safe distance.
The ambulances soon arrive as well on the scene, people emerging with their protective suits armed with Geiger counters as they begin sweeping the area for contamination. All during this one of the blast survivors stirs on the ground, and as she looks up for a brief moment before losing awareness again peers through the flames and see’s something large, moving slowly, lumbering in the flames as if they are of no consequence. The image begins to blur, and in a moment she passes out again.
People shout as they look all around, pulling the people from the danger area. The local news media arrives on the scene and begins to set up their cameras to get the live story, but they are slowly pushed back as levels of radiation in the area closest the blast are determined too dangerous to be around.
The sun now set, darkness only broken by the emergency lights set up by rescue workers and scientists investigating the area, and the faint glow of the now extinguished flames. The ambulances are gone, and the local news media reports despite the damage there were only six casualties, those in the lab and the few directly above the collider when it exploded. The one’s nearest that survived had to be treated for radiation exposure, but were expected to survive.
As the news crew was wrapping up young reporter Rosa Dominga decided to get some close up shots of the blast zone, and waited for a shift change in the crew working the scene. As the men and women made their way to the decontamination tents and stripped off their hazmat suits she, after removing her heels, snuck by and grabbed one, and after slipping it over her dress suit and placing the hood over her tan Hispanic skin and black silky hair she picked up the camera and made her way to the blast zone. As she zoomed in around the rubble and heated twisted metal wreckage, she spied something odd, movement. The loose steel and stone crumbles a bit, and as Rosa zooms in, a hand appears, a frail, small female hand based on its appearance. Rosa drops the camera immediately and shouts for help as she runs back to the decontaminant nation and control tents.
Crew gather around the blast area, men in their protective suits climb in and begin to remove debris, as they do one shouts he see’s red hair, another uncovers bare smallish feet. Soon the frail naked body of a woman is uncovered, and to every one's astonishment she appears unharmed, though the Geiger meter is clicking and clacking around her. Slowly they carefully pick her up, and place her on a stretcher as they hoist her out of the hole. Once they get her into an ambulance the sirens come on and it speeds her away.

[magnus knight]

All of my old stories are now posted to my devient art page (link below). You'll find giantess, muscle, and she hulk type growths, plus a few werewolf TF stories. Comments always welcome.

The little preview posted above, the whole first part of that is coming this week.

Thanks for reading,
_M.

[Robopengy]

Just curious if you're going to post your original Obsession story? Also I remember a story of yours from a long, long time ago about a scientist growing on stage after sabotage from a disgruntled assistant? I'd love to read those again, they were very influential in my own writing

[magnus knight]

The original "Obsession" story and its sequel, "Trial of the Obsession" are both on my deviant art page, which you can find in the link below. As for that other story, it's not mine. You are looking for "An Overly Hasty Demonstration" by Indraguy, and he was a great story teller for detailed growth. Miss his stories.

_M. Knight