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The thug kept stepping on the gas, yelling at his car to go faster, to escape the mass of blue that filled the rear-view mirrors.
It didn't make it go faster.
Suddenly, the windshield, the windows, everything showed nothing but a mass of blue, and the thug realized that the car stopped advancing.
And with horror, that it could only mean one thing: his pursuer had managed to catch him.
Which was inevitable: Bock was now taller than almost every building in town, and his shape was now made of "muscles" so bulging and wide that the street, even very broad, was getting too small to hold his bulk's lower part (since the rest was beginning to really tower over everything).
And under the eyes of the more and more numerous onlookers, the blob lifted the car - that was barely a toy for him - and kept growing...

Art by  buckdasystem
Color by  yoshils
Original here: https://twitter.com/Yoshils/status/.....46453151059973
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