The ultimate weapon - 3

Episode 5 (on the left): "Alert! Evacuation in progress. All personnel must leave the facility. Follow the evacuation path to the closest elevators. Alert! Evacuation..."
These words started to piss Philipp Charleston off. The siren and that annoying voice were coming just into his ears making his head ache. His shoulders got as wide as the entire bunker and he could move them even a bit. The was a hole in the ceiling with light coming from it but it was already too small for his gigantic bulk. The unltrastretchy nanounderwear prooved itself not stretchy at all. Its edges were painfully cutting into his skin near his groin and between his buttocks. The pressure around his thighs got unbearable. He must leave that place as soon as possible! He began to doubt that his body would crash the bunker in relaxed condition. The bunker that was supposed to handle the nuclear explosion outside. He will have to flex his muscles otherwise the wall will turn him into beef stake. He tried to remember his results of strngth tests after his first injection following project "Atlas" protocol. He didn't grow at first but could lift a 5-tons truck with his own hands without any equipment. If such might enlarged equivalently with his size or even more he must had the incredible power now.
His eyes were on the level of highest brodge in the facility. Phil could see scientists and workers running across it. Some of them stared at the colossus in terror. Charleston realised that if his grwth continues this bridge will be on the way of his head. He tried to maneuvre causinf lots of creaking sound of metal around him. He lost his mobility being sandwitched between the walls.
"Leave that damn bridge!" - Phil roared as agressively as he could in such sircumstances. He heard a loud scream and waited until the bridge was left empty. Then the giant started twitching around tensing his huge muscles. He felt a rumble and his thighs got finally free. They made the hole in the floor bigger creating a cloud a dust. His elbow got to high and got stuck under the balcony. Phil felt furious and pulled it out. When he succeeded the balcony got flatten being pinned to the wall. During this intense fight with the facility to free his own body he lowered his head a bit in front and smashed the bidge with his temple. He heard a creak and a loud crash with some screams followed. There still were some people on the bridge at that time. They fell down to a platform lower. Fortunately they survived. He couldn't help them although he wanted to as a saviour-soldier. But he had to find the way out of here. It was the only way to avoid victims among the personnel. He must leave the bunker before he truly get someone killed.

Episode 6 (on the right): Suddenly the annying pain in his crotch stopped. Phil automatically lowered his head but his chin got stuck in the middle of the way. The upper part of his pecs locked his chin in place. Giant could only feel the remnants of his nanounderwear slide down his thighs that kept crashing the floor like insatiable monsters hunting for space. Byt this time he was already kneeled and his train-car-sized calves could feel oozy substance on the floor. He closed his arms to each other and instinctively covered his manhood. Also it might help and give him some more free space. But not for long.
A minute later he felt his pecs pressed into the platform that lasted longer than any other part of the facility. It was the one where all those poor people from the bridge fell. By the corner of his eye Phil could see nobody and sighed in relief. 
His biceps pressed into his pecs while his lats kept widening and pushing his arms sideways. Sounds of metal creaing filled the air. The giant flexed his muscles and nearly got flooded in them. In shock he realised that for all this time of his growth they his muscles were experiencing their own growth making his frame more elephantine. Now he could also be crashed by his own muscles. Situation got better and better with each second. He could hardly breath, lungs were filled with dust and smell of sweat. He kept conquoring space from the facility but the bunker didn't huppry to free him. Phil still had lots of might because o lack of movements but is headache after that siren and problems with breathing made him weak. He put his all efforts together and flexed all the muscles in his colossal body. The creacking got louder and more piteous but nothing happened. His body continued to press against himself leaving him les and less freedom. He got completely stuck. With no way out...
Then suddenly he heard a different creak. A stone one. And felt some tiny rocks (compared to his gargantuan size of course) running down his wide back. Dust filled his nostrils and he sneezed. And then he realised that it wasn't a regular dust. It was dirt, soil. He probably caused a creak in the ceiling. Small air jet encouraged him making it a bit easier to breath. Phil tried to straighten and pushed the ceiling with his boulder like shoulders and with the back spacious enough to land a plane on it. For a second he tought that got at least twice bigger than he was whem general came in. Or maybe the change was even more dramatic?
He roared with effort and pushed flexing his mighty legs long as sequoias and thick as baobabs. The ceiling succumbed. Larger rocks fell on his powerful back and ran down massaging his tired muscles. Natural air made Phil feel fresh. He was finally free. It's time to climb up. But then he realised that there was no need for that. He could easily grow large enough to just step out of the little hole in the ground that the massive bunker wwould bacome for him...

TO BE CONTINUED...