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  2. TonnyGiant

    Being Better (Part 1 of 2)

    Oh fuck...returning to this character was a gift. Thanks for bringing more of Big Adam. I'm going to need to reread chapter 7 of Being Bigger to remember something, well nothing that I don't like doing hehehe
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  4. HawkShark

    Brent's first time (Part 2/2 added 3/27)

    2/2? So that's the end of this then? The full Brent saga is done? What a wild ride. Thanks for writing it!
  5. HawkShark

    Being Better (Part 1 of 2)

    Oooh a mystery is afoot! Glad to see you back to writing! Looking forward to the rest!
  6. uffff buenísimo!! Ya hacían falta más partes!!
  7. GymWolf

    Black Hulk

    Don't get me wrong; I am not against AI-generated artwork - far from it if you know me. I suggest keeping the pictorial artwork minimal in the story thread so it does not distract from the story's focus. Spamming quite a lot of images can be annoying. However, if you can curate and collect these in another forum specifically for AI artworks, that can help focus on this separate spin-off of its own tangent for discussion, with the story serving as the root for inspiration. This is my view with fan-arts buried inside the story thread as well. So perhaps one or two new artpieces then link off to their respective art forums to drive the discussion related to the arts there. And keep the story thread more story-oriented.
  8. Wrestlejock646

    Brent's first time (Part 2/2 added 3/27)

    More damnit, more! That was really hot. I love this origin story!
  9. Capítulo 7-El desperar de los Lobos Los lobos corrían en una gran llanura, a lo lejos un grito de dolor espantoso sonó. Un lobo negro, más imponente que los demás corría más que los demás, de pronto otro lobo que estaba cerca le habló. «Garm, ¿que hacemos?» «Por ahora, ocultarnos en helheim» dijo Garm ¿Pero, no es el reino de Hela? Preguntaron los lobos «Hela ya no está, seguramente fue derrotada junto con Loki, estuoida, solo era invencible en su reino, pero salir con su padre...Ahora ambos estan muertos... tenemos que escondernos, los dioses fueron derrotados». Garm se detuvo y olió el aire, resopló de frustración. «Me fué negada mi presa, ese maldito Fenrir, imbecil, su venganza fué demasiado lejos, no podemos acercarnos o nos destruirán, maldito Wotan, el y sus manipulaciones...Aun así fue vencido...No logró escapar su destino...Fenrir es demasiado poderoso». El otro lobo se acercó. «Si nos unimos todos...» «IDIOTA» Dijo Garm, lo viste, viste como destruyó todo a su paso, como mató a Wotan, todo el campo de batalla destruido por un solo ser, aunque nos unamos, no podemos hacer nada...Debemos escondernos, esperar. A lo lejos un rugido amenazador sonó, luego hubo un enorme destello de luz, Garm miró con preocupación y luego con sorpresa... «Ya no siento su presencia...Es como si...Hubiese muerto...Pero algo es diferente...Es más como si súbitamente hubiera desaparecido, tampoco siento a Fenrir», dijo Garm para sí, olió el aire con profundidad y luego miró a los otros lobos. «Dirijanse a Helheim, yo iré a investigar...» «Dejame acompañarte» Dijo el otro lobo. «NO» contestó Garm, «es mejor ser sigiloso, quien sabe lo que pasará si Fenrir nos encuentra, yo iré solo y los buscaré en Helheim, ahora estará vacio, podemos escondernos allí, Hela ya no está, ni Loki ni otro dios...Vayanse, ahora...» Los lobos obedecieron, Garm corrió en sentido contrario. «Maldito Fenrir, ¿cómo se hizo tan poderoso?....Maldito Tyw...Fenrir tambien lo mató...O se desvaneció...No se suponía que las cosas debian ocurrir así...Las Nornas nunca se habían equivocado...». Garm corrió a traves de la planicia, estaba llena de cadaveres, muchos habían muerto a causa de las armas, Garm vio como algunos tenian sus cabezas arrancadas, mutiladas, aplastadas, deformes, Garm supo que fue obre de Fenrir por la brutalidad y por el evidente uso de fuerza bruta, sin ninguna herramienta. La brutalidad de las muertes hizo estremecer a Garm, olió el ambiente, los cadaveres, el suelo buscando señales de Lupo. «No puedo entenderlo...Es como si hubiese desaparecido...Tampoco siento el olor de Tyr...» Pronto Garm encontró el cadáver destrozado de Wotan, se estremeció, dios dos pasos atrás y olfateo, pronto perdió el miedo del cuerpo inerte y lamió la sangre del suelo. «que extraño, esta sangre debería sentirse diferente, pero no hay nada especial en esto, es como si fuera un einrherjar...Un humano...Fenrir ... Que temible debe ser tener la fuerza de destruir la esencia divina de un dios...». Fenrir giró olfateando el suelo, pronto encontró una masa grisácea en medio de un charco de sangre, alrededor del charco, la yerba quemada parecía tener una figura casi parecida a un cuerpo, pero Garm se concentró en el charco Fenrir se acercó más al charco de sangre, toco la sangre con su nariz. «Tyr» dijo Garm con una sonrisa, intentó lamer la sangre del suelo ,pero la sangre se evaporó junto con toda mancha hasta que el lugar donde estaba la sangre parecia una parte completamente limpia del campo verdoso y Garm no logró lamer la sangre... Garm gruño de frustración. «Tyr...Maldito...Se suponía que tu eras mi presa...» Garm grito de frustración, en el campo de muerte su grito se escuchó a lo lejos pero no parecía haber oídos que lo escucharan, «Mi victima....Despareció... mi gloria ha desaparecido con tu sangre Tyr...donde está el resto del cuerpo, donde está Fenrir...No debe encontrarme...» De repente algo que parecía un grupo de rocas se levantó rápidamente y giró hacia Garm... «FENRIR!» dijo Garm Fenrir abrió los ojos, miro a Garm, miró el suelo y gritó... «Malditoooooooo....¿Tyr....Donde estas?» Garm salto hacia atrás erizado, nunca pensó encontrarse con Fenrir, sintió terror y se preparó para correr, pero Fenrir fue más rápido y se hizo frente a él. «Un destello de luz..Ahora tú...Lo devoraste... ¿Tyr...Donde está? » preguntó Fenrir. Garm tembló...Fenrir era feroz cuando era un Lobo enorme, pero su forma humana era absolutamente temible, sus músculos destilaban poder, las manchas de sangre coagulada sobre sus musculos le daban un aspecto aún más temible y Garm supo que era un animal muerto.. «No lo sé, solo habian pedazos de su cadaver...Se evaporaron...Tal vez si me das algún pedazo...» Fenrir rugió... «Lo maté, aplasté su cabeza, pero de repente hubo un brillo, me lanzó lejos y su cuerpo se desvaneció...Lanzado lejos...». Fenrir decía para sí... Garm intentaba pensar al tiempo que buscaba como escapar de su predicamento.... «Estaba inconsciente, de pronto la explosión de poder lo aturdió» pensó Garm, mientras Fenrir miraba a su alrededor, Garm acomodaba las piezas. «Fenrir mató a Tyr y con eso cambió el destino que las nornas decretaron...Pero el cadaver de Tyr desapareció...Tal vez toda su luz divina...¿Por qué Wotan perdió su fuerza y Tyr pareció tener un destino diferente?...». Fenrir miro a Garm, de pronto este sintió terror, Fenrir dio unos pasos temblorosos, los instintos de supervivencia de Garm se encendieron y empezó a correr aterrorizado, Fenrir no corria tan rápido y su inexperiencia con su nueva forma aún lo hacia ser un poco más lento, Garm corrió. «Soy animal muerto» pensó, pero de repente un destello de luz brilló en el horizonte, dejó de sentir pasos, giro sobre sí y observó unas pequeñas luces, como luciérnagas que desaparecían poco a poco, Garm olfateó, «¿Fenrir también desapareció...Donde abra ido?» Garm empezó a deambular, luego de mucho tiempo vio una silueta humana a lo lejos, Garm primero curioso, luego hambriento decidió acercarse... «MALDITOS!!!!, SE ESCAPARON» dijo la figura, «YA NO PUEDO SENTIRLOS». Garm se sintio curioso y se acercó, «¿A quien buscas?» el hombre giro y miró a Garm. «LOBO» gritó, el hombre, se lanzó hacia Garm con una marcha algo extraña, como si sus zapatos no fuesen iguales, cuando el hombre se acercó lo suficiente se detuvo ... «Tú no eres Fenrir» decretó y bajó su espada, Garm observó que los pies del hombre eran desiguales y que en su pierna derecha tenía un zapato muy extraño. «Estoy buscando a Fenrir» dijo el hombre. Garm se sentó sobre sus cuartos traseros. «Fenrir ha desaparecido... Huí de el pero de repente desapareció en un destello de luz...Y al parecer el cuerpo de Tyr tambien desapareció.» «¿Quien eres?» dijo el hombre. «Soy Garm» «Conozco tu nombre, Tu estabas destinado a matar a Tyr...Al parecer también te negaron tu destino...Soy Vidar, estaba destinado a matar y vengar a mi padre...» Garm se acercó a Vidar, Vidar envainó su espada y cerró los ojos. «¿qué haces?» preguntó el lobo «Si lo que dices es cierto, entnces Tyr y Fenrir ya no están en este campo...Nada tiene sentido ya, las nornas se equivocaron...» dijo Vidar con evidente frustración en su voz. «Las Nornas» Afirmó Garm «Todos los Aesir sabíamos el tiempo del fin, el destino estaba escrito, los dioses murieron heroicamente y se suponía que yo estaria entre mis hermanos reinando sobre la tierra...Pero me negaron mi destino, ahora todo está perdido...» dijo Vidar con amargura. Garm se sentó, «entonces Vidar debería reinar...Pero si el destino cambió...Tal vez...» pensó para sí... «Vidar, por que no me acompañas, Mis hermanos y yo nos dirigimos a helheim, tal vez podamos ayudarnos...Mutuamente» dijo Garm con una voz mucho mas melosa de lo esperado. Vidar se rió a carcajadas. «Conozco a los de tu calaña Lobo, sé que quieres matarme pero no puedes solo.» Garm se sintió ofendido al ser descubierto tan fácilmente. «tengo un trato que ofrecerte...» dijo Vidar, Garm subió una ceja. «Escuchame lobo, soy el dios de la venganza, no descansaré hasta destruir a Fenrir por matar a mi padre, podemos ayudarnos mutuamente, tu me ayudas a conseguir mi venganza, y luego, gobernamos el mundo, tu y yó...». Garm lo miró a los ojos... «ya lo dijiste, sabes que puedo traicionarte, por que me ofreces ese trato». «Solo me interesa mi venganza, además, me necesitas vivo para poder encontrar a Tyr y a Fenrir...Y yo te necesito para derrotarlos, al perro y al traidor a mi padre». Dijo Vidar, Además, tampoco puedes derrotarme pero en este campo de muerte solo parecemos estar vivos tu y yo...Entre inmortales podemos ayudarnos...Que dices?» Garm levantó una ceja. «¿Estas seguro que están juntos?» preguntó «La esencia divina de Tyr no ha desaparecido por completo, está muy reducida y aunque no puedo sentirla en este campo, pero no ha desaparecido del todo, Fenrir es sagrado para él, no sé donde están, pero debo estar seguro que están juntos... tendremos que buscarlos en los restos de los nueve reinos...» Garm asintió con su cabeza «Si los dos estan juntos entonces necesitaremos trabajar juntos, tu mataras a Fenrir, yo devoraré a Tyr» Vamonos El dios y el lobo caminaron juntos por medio del campo. «Tarde o temprano cumpliré mi destino Tyr...Serás mi presa...» Se dijo Garm para si mismo. «Cumpliremos nuestro destino» Dijo Vidar con una sonrisa. «Padre, por favor, ten compasión...El no tiene la culpa de los males que causó su padre» «El y toda su prole pagarán...» «¿Pero que te ha hecho Fenrir?» «Su padre fue el causante de la muerte de Baldur» «Padre, ¿tan cegado estas que no puede ver que estas haciendo girar la rueda del destino sobre todos nosotros?» «No me importa si los nueve reinos son destruidos, no descansaré hasta que mi venganza sea cumplida» «Padre, por favor» «No me interesa escucharte, eres un traidor, has estado protegiendo a ese Lobo aun sabiendo que su destino está atado a mi destino, proteges a ese Lobo traicionando a tu sangre, a los tuyos, no escucharé a alguien que sigo protegiendo a ese Lobo aun cuando su padre es el responsable de la muerte del mejor de todos nosotros, y que por eso Hodur murió» «Padre, te lo suplico...» «Una palabra más y tu castigo será peor que el de Loki...» Tyw abrió sus ojos, su sueño era tan vivido que Tyw supo instantáneamente que estaba reviviendo en sus sueños su pasado. El dolor de esa conversación se anidó en su corazón y no pudo evitar derramar sus lagrimas. «Por fin despertaste» Tyw brincó de un susto, y se cayó de la cama, de repente un enorme y musculoso brazo lo sostuvo y lo arrojó sobre la cama. «Aww..Cuidado» «Imbecil, ten cuidado, no tengo tiempo de ser tu estupida niñera» Contestó Lupo con una voz que denotaba ira pero también un deje de preocupación, Lupo estaba desnudo y sucio, Tyw se dio cuenta que estaba igual que cuando luchó con Vidar. «Señor, despertó...¡Que alegría!» Dijo Rayan mientras entró rápidamente al cuarto de Tyw Lupo gruño, flexionó sus pectorales amenazadoramente pero Rayan ignoró la amenaza y mirpo con preocupación a Tyw. «Señor, lleva una semana dormido, pensé que no despertaría nunca más» «Una semana...No puede ser» pensó Tyw, hasta que el fuerte olor corporal de Lupo le hizo dar cuenta que Lupo no se había apartado de su lado durante ese tiempo, se sintió agradecido, pero decidió no tentar su suerte o Lupo podría destrozarlo. Miró su mano, Gleipnir seguía con su sutil pero siempre notoria presencia en su mano derecha, Tyw lo observó y vio como su presencia se dirigía hacia Lupo hasta hacerse invisible, pero eso no evitaba sentir la realidad del hilo que lo unía a su amigo y su verdugo. «¿Lupo, como me trajiste?» Preguntó, Lupo rezongó y flexionó sus enormes piernas. «Corriendo, por supuesto». «¿Cómo?» Dijo Tyw. «No soy estúpido, sabia por donde vinimos, eres muy liviano, vine corriendo, tal vez aplasté un par de vehículos en el camino, un policía se acercaron en sus motos y les arranqué sus cabezas de un golpe...No podía demorarme mucho, de lo contrario hubiera sido mas lento, pero tenia que traerte...Eres un idiota...Podia haber matado a Vidar sin tu ayuda». Lupo habló con seriedad, cosa que preocupó a Tyw, no era habitual que Lupo hablara tan seriamente, y menos cuando hablaba de una muerte que el causase. «Fuiste un imbécil, no puedes liberarme de gleipnir...» Lupo se puso frente a Tyw y flexionó sus bíceps amenazadoramente. «Soy el ser más poderoso de los nueve reinos, nadie puede oponerse a mí...Ni hombre, ni dios puede vencerme» Tyw recordó la ultima batalla... «Fue mi debilidad, fui un imbécil al dejarme guiar a una trampa...Ahora Garm es un hombre...No sé que puede hacer» dijo Tyw con preocupación. Lupo se sentó a su lado, flexionó su bíceps y lo puso frente al rostro de Tyw casi rompiéndole su nariz y forzándolo a levantar el rostro con el enorme musculo. Tyw no pudo evitar sentirse maravillado del enorme brazo, aunque el fuerte olor masculino se subió a su cabeza. «nunca será mas fuerte que esto...Debiste dejarme pelear». Tyw cogió el brazo y lo masajeó, Lupo cerró sus ojos, por un memento sintiendo algo de placer, Tyw se imaginó que en siglos nadie habría hecho esto y tal vez por un momento los dos parecieron amigos entrañables, Rayan miró maravillado el momento de confianza que parecían tener los dos seres...Algo tan "humano" era muy extraño en la agencia. «Lupo...» dijo Tyw mientras soltaba el brazo para frustración de Lupo, «Vidar era un dios, y su fuerza era mayor que la mía, me debilíto, mi esencia permanece igual, pero no puedo usar mi fuerza divina, la única cosa que parece manifestar mi naturaleza es la fuerza que sale a través de Gleipnir» Tyw levantó su mano derecha y el hilo rojo brilló. «Pude defenderme de Garm usando este hilo, pero al tiempo que es fuerte, me consume, no sé cuanto tiempo pasará antes que...» Lupo puso su mano fuertemente sobre la boca de Tyw, cerrándola, luego miró amenazadoramente a Rayan y con su cabeza le ordenó que saliera. Rayan sintiendo la amenaza salió corriendo. «Escucha imbécil, tuve que correr contigo en mis brazos, transmitiéndote mi fuerza, no se que pasó en esa pelea, pero ahora me siento más fuerte que nunca... no busques que te aplaste como un insecto...Si vuelves a arriesgarte, no tendré piedad de quien quera hacerte daño, pero luego te destrozaré de tal manera que habrás deseado morir en el Ragnarok...Ahora dime que hacemos...» la voz de Lupo mostró una ira contenida, pero Tyw también notó algo de preocupación, pero no por una posible derrota, sino por él mismo, Tyw no pudo evitar sentir una oleada de agradecimiento, pero también se preocupó por sus palabras..."más fuerte que nunca". Rayan entreabrió la puerta, «Señor Lupo, debo prepararle su baño?» Lupo gruño, luego se olió las axilas, hizo un gesto asqueado y dijo. «Si, pero primero ayúdale a este imbécil, luego el me acompañará». Tyw no tenia energías para llevarle la contraria, se sentía exhausto, su fuerza estaba regresando lentamente a él, pero necesitaba ayuda, Rayan con delicadeza lo levantó, Tyw se sorprendió de la firmeza de sus músculos y de la fuerza que había adquirido en tan poco tiempo, Rayan diligentemente lo dirigió a su ducha y preparando una tina ayudó con suma cortesía y respeto a Tyw a sentarse en la tina, luego de unos minutos, cuando Tyw dijo que estaba listo, el fiel servidor lo levantó, y le ayudo a cambiarse, Lupo estaba aun desnudo y el olor se hizo más penetrante ahora que había estado en otro cuarto. «Vamos» dijo Lupo y abriendo la puerta con violencia, Rayan ayudó a Tyw durante el trayecto a los aposentos de Lupo. Lupo entró a su baño y mirando a los dos hombres ordenó, «espérenme aquí». Rayan ayudó a Tyw a sentarse. «Señor, a qué se refería usted con esa conversación arriba» Tyw miró a Rayan, los ojos de los dos hombres se encontraron, Tyw no solía hablar con nadie excepto con Lupo, pero Rayan había sido un gran servidor, tal vez el mejor servidor en siglos, además, el que mejor había logrado adaptarse a la agencia y especialmente a Lupo, lo que se veía en los enormes cambios corporales que eran patentes. «¿a qué se refería con que ese hilo lo consume?» inquirió Rayan. Tyw levantó su mano derecha y cerró sus ojos, el hilo rojo se hizo manifiesto con un leve brillo rojizo. «ya sabes que la agencia es mucho más que un simple servicio de venganzas, lo has percibido desde que llegaste por primera vez a este lugar, este edificios, sus paredes, todo está atado a este hilo, Gleipnir, la obra maestra de los enanos, y la maldición que nos une a Lupo y a mí, toda la magia que rodea a este edificio fluye a través de este hilo». Rayan intentó analizar lo que le decía Tyw, pero no logró comprender. Tyw miró la cara confusa de Rayan y sonrió. «Tranquilo, yo tampoco lo comprendo del todo, pensé que ya lo conocía y hace unos días, pude liberar más la fuerza de Lupo...Y al parecer casi me causo la muerte». Rayan abrió sus ojos...«Señor» «Rayan...Una pregunta más y te romperé todos tus huesos, pero no te dejaré morir...» Dijo Lupo saliendo descaradamente desnudo frente a los dos hombres. «largate... y no olvides la comida». Rayan obedeció y mirando a Tyw salió rápidamente del cuarto, los pasos sonaron hasta que solo hubo silencio. Lupo abrió un closet y sacó una camiseta y un pantañlon corto. La ropa le quedó muy ajustada. Lupo se miró al espejo. «No» Gruño y se arrancó la camiseta abriendola por la mitad como si fuera de papel y lanzando los pedazos al suelo, tomo otra camiseta que le gustpo mas, cuando termino de flexionar sus músculos frente al espejo, se lamió los bicesp y luego girando se paró fretne a Tyw. «¿que hacemos ahora?» preguntó Lupo. Tyw miró al suelo a los pies desnudos de Lupo, «Garm y Vidar sobrevivieron al Ragnarok, Garm estaba destinado a matarme, pero gracias a tí no logró su objetivo completo, sin embargo logró robarme parte de mi naturaleza, y es probable que la tome para sí, que tanto de mi fuerza puede entregar, no lo sé, pero creo que tendremos claramente que buscarlo y matarlo» «Bien», contestó Lupo. «Si Vidar logro sobrevivir, es probable que otros Aesir hayan sobrevivido, tendremos que buscarlos...» terminó Tyw. Lupo asintió con la cabeza. «¿Cómo lo buscamos?» Preguntó Lupo. «no lo buscaremos», dijo Tyw mirando el hilo rojo en su mano derecha. «Seguramente el me buscará...» El Capitan Campoy estaba sentado en su escritorio. Miraba fijamente a su teléfono. Suspiró profundamente frustrado. Pronto otro oficial entró con desparpajo y se sentó insolentemente frente a él. Campoy frunció el ceño, su camisa apretaba un cuerpo trabajado, su tez mestiza y su cabello corto revelaban una larga carrera, pero su reloj fino y su celular reflejaban que esta cerrera además de larga, era prospera. Campoy no apartó la mirada del celular. «que quieres, sabes que si entras con esa confianza, los agentes sospecharán...» El otro oficial corrigió su postura con un gesto socarrón, era blanco, alto y delgado, su uniforme mostraba un rango menor que el de Campoy, su placa en letras brillantes decía "Barrera", un apellido que claramente contrastaba con su delgadez, pero su mirada malevola mostraba que no era alguien con quien querías tropezarte. "¿Campoy, haz averiguado algo?" Campoy frunció el ceño nuevamente, «Idiota, no queremos que sospechen, sigues siendo mi subalterno aquí...No nos interesa que tras de todos estos problemas, se enteren de...Nuestras otras aventuras de negocios...» Barrera sonrió, «me importa un bledo, no sabemos quien mató a todos esos hombres, todos los que trabajaban con nosotros en las calles están ahora muertos y los demás están demasiado aterrados...Hablan de un demonio gigante, y teniendo en cuenta el modo en que murieron todos esos...Me dan nauseas de solo recordarlo...» Campoy dejó su celular a un lado. «¿Nadie ha logrado averiguar nada?» Barrera negó con la cabeza...Su rostro evidenciaba una alta frustración... « No hay testigos, no hay nadie que diga nada...La verdad es que muchas muertes deberían ser posibles solo con herramientas o maquinaria, pero no hay señal de ellas, además que es imposible que quepa algo tan grande y no deje huellas...Las cámaras tampoco registran nada... Campoy ,tenemos que hacer algo o nos arruinaremos, mi salario de policía no sostiene mi calidad de vida... » El celular de Barrera sonó...Era un mensaje, Barrera tomó el celular y abripo los ojos con sorpresa... «¿¿¿pero qué???» Campoy miró a Barrera, analizó su rostro. «¿Que pasó?» Barrera le pasó el celular a Campoy, Campoy miró el celular... con horror, vio fotos de cuerpos desfigurados, retorcidos en ángulos virtualmente imposibles, en una escena sangrienta...Cuatro policias muertos y desnudos, Campoy solo los reconoció porque los rostros, por alguna razón habían sido mantenidos intactos...Debajo de la imagen había un mensaje. «Vamos para allá». Campoy miró a Barrera, se horrorizó, «Vienen aquí»... Pronto la puerta se abrió, cuatro hombres en uniformes muy apretados que claramente no parecían de ellos, entraron a la oficina y sin mediar palabra cerraron la puerta detras de sí. El hombre más grande tenía una placa que decía "Cobo", los otros tres hombres se acomodaron detras de el, como siguiendolo. Campoy no pudo evitar comparar la imagen a una jauría de perros, pero apartó rápidamente el pensamiento de su cabeza. Los hombres tomaron sus armas y las arrojaron hacia el escritorio, Barrera estaba aterrado y parecia querer fusionarse con la pared. «¿Entonces usted es el que manda aquí?" Dijo "Cobo". Campoy intento mantener su compostura, se acomodó en su silla y asintió con la cabeza. Cobo sonrió. «entonces tenemos que hablar, y tal vez negociar...» Campoy miró con interés... « ¿Negociar?, no tengo nada que negociar...Buscas dinero?» Cobo lanzó una carcajada gutural, poco natural, temible. «Mortales...» dijo con sorna. Campoy se sintió incómodo, pequeño, pero al tiempo, ofendido... Barrera se acomodó detras de él e intentó tomar su arma. «Detente» dijo Cobo con autoridad... «De lo contario no tendré problema en devorarte y entregarte a mis hermanos...» Barrera se detuvo, dio tres pasos temerosos atrás hasta que se estrelló con la pared, se mantuvo con la espalda pegada a la pared con un semblante temeroso, intentnado y fracasando ne aparentar autoridad, pero este hombre parecía algo diferente, todos los uniformados frente a ellos lucian incómodos en sus uniformes, Cobo daba una presencia increible, los otros hombres parecían estar en buena forma física, pero su actitud los hacía sentir incomodos en sus cuerpos, Barrera miró sus placas, "Pinilla, Murillo, Sans, Arnau". Barrera reconocía esos oficiales, por iun momento se preguntó como habían logrado entrar sin ser detenidos, pero al mismo tiempo pensó que el terror que inspiraban habpia evitado que cualquiera se preguntase que había sucedido...Era como si estuvieran en otro plano...Se sintó más aterrado aún de pensar en que la jiusticia divina había llegado a hacerle pagar sus fechorías. «Su estúpido dinero no me importa...» dijo Cobo con autoridad... «No busco esa nimiedad, estoy buscando a un hombre, y a su guardían...Y a todos los que se acerquen a ellos...» Campoy sonrió, por primera vez, «Parece que no entiende, no tengo forma de investigar nada... Han matado a muchas personas aquí y tengo a todos mis hombres ocupados investigando esas muertes, no sé si es un grupo, o un ejercito, pero tengo que dar resultados...» Cobo se puso de pié, su camisa se rasgó por un costado, Cobo ignoró esto y miró fijamente a Campoy, ignorando a Barrera. «Sus búsquedas son inútiles...A quien busca solo se lo puede encontrar si ellos desean, estas buscando a un dios antiguo, y a su compañero, igual de antiguo... Ellos no se dejarán ver a menos que ellos quieran, es más fácil encontrar al compañer, pero yo necesito al dios...» Campoy cambió su mirada a sorpresa... «dios...Antíguo?» Cobo puso su mano sobre un pisapapel que había en el escritoprio y lo apretó, el material craqueó y se cuarteó ante la presión de la mano de Cobo. «Si, un dios antiguo, todas esas muertes seguro fueron causadas pos su compañero, tiene esa fuerza...» Campoy miró los restos del pisapapel y preguntó... «¿Cómo sé que no fue usted?» Cobo gruño, parecia un canino detras de su expresión maligna. «Yo podría hacerlo, pero me temo que no soy tan fuerte... Por eso necesito a mis compañeros aquí... Los hombres flexionaron sus músculos debajo de sus uniformes claramente robados, estirando el material. «Necesito a ese hombre...Su compañero es un obstáculo, lastimosamente, no llevamos demasiado tiempo con estas formas... Y necesitamos ayuda...» dijo Cobo sentandose en una posición, extraña, como si al tiempo quisiera sentarse o hacerse un ovillo. Campoy suspiró... «no entiendo... Acaso eso tiene que ver con las muertes de todos esos hombres...» Cobo gruño nuevamente. «nuestro blanco es un antiguo dios que ha vivido por siglos entre ustedes, de vez en cuando ayudan a las personas, eso es lo que usted ha visto... Las huellas de sus acciones, sin embargo, no tenemos forma de encontrar el lugar donde habitan, puede ser una casa, un edificio, no lo sé, hemos buscado todo este tiempo sin lograr nada, lo más cercano que hemos encontrado su rastro es a una extraña panadería, pero fuera de eso...No encontramos nada... Necesitamos ayuda, sin un humano, no lo lograremos...» Campoy se sobresaltó, una panadería, su dueño había estado relacionado con algunas de las muertes, pero cuando la policía lo investigó, consideraron que no habia forma en que el panadero pudiera estar involucrado salvo una coincidencia afortunada...Pero si no lo fuese... Campoy se sintió extrañamente relajado, podria sacar algo de todo esto... ««Si lo ayudamos usted que nos ofrece?» dijo con una cara de poker. Cobo sonrió...Humanos, tan predecibles, tan ignorantes, «Usted me da a mi hombre, nosotros nos encargamos de su guardián... Cuando el guardian desaparezca, usted podrá seguir haciendo lo que quiera con estas personas....» Barrera intentó decir algo pero Campoy lo detuvo con un gesto de su mano. «...¿Qué necesita?...» dijo Campoy... «Toda la ayuda que pueda ofrecerme, pistas, información, hombres para matar y asi alimentar a los mios...» dijo Cobo tranquilamente. Campoy cerró los ojos. «...Esos hombres...¿Fueron ustedes?...» Dijo Campoy. Los hombres sonrieron y Cobo sonrió maliciosamente. «Tenemos que alimentarnos, y la sangre humana es exquisita...Además nos permite tomar forma humana, nos hacemos más fuertes y somos mejores cazadores...Pero caminar en dos patas es algo que no pensamos que fuera tan bueno, realmente los crearon muy bien...» Cobo flexionpo sus brazos y rasgó las mangas del uniforme, Campoy obser´vó los enormes bíceps de Cobo. «..Si ese hombre es tan peligroso, necesitarán armas...Ayuda...» dijo Campoy «...Sus armas no nos servirán de nada, ni contra él, si envia a alguien a ayudarnos...O a espiarnos... Probablemente lo devoraremos... O vendré a devorarlo...No juegue con lo inmortal...Es mi único consejo...» Campoy miró a su alrededor y suspiró... «Usted gana... La panadería pude ser su pista...» Cobo alzó una ceja. «Algunos de los hombres que murieron, estaban extorsionando al dueño de esa panadería ya otro hombre que luego cambio de carrera y trabaja para ese sitio... Tal vez su hombre vaya a ese lugar...U otro, tal vez lo pueda reconocer si vigila de cerca ese lugar...». Cobo sonrió... Luego miró a sus compañeros... «vayan...No maten a nadie en el camino, necesitamos ser discretos...» Los hombres salieron y Cobo sonrió mirando a Campoy. «Espero que su pista me sirva...O volveré... Enviaré mensajeros, no volveremos a vernos...» «Cómo reconozco a sus mensajeros?» Preguntó Campoy. «Aprendase los nombres de sus hombres, cuando uno muera vendrá a visitarlo...Justo como hoy...» Barrera tuvo arcadas. Campoy no se inmuto, pero estaba claramente incomodo. «¿Qué piensa hacer con su hombre?» preguntó Campoy con curiosidad. «Devorarlo» contest´o Cobo con malicia Cobo salio dando un portazo que separó los goznes. Era ya entrada la noche, Rayan salió del cuartel, sus ropas estaban ajustadas y su cuerpo seguía creciendo, Rayan llamaba la atención y ciertamente disfrutaba de ello. Había adquirido la costumbre de trotar por las noches y gracias a su nueva fuerza, no sentía temor de los bandidos, ya alguna vez habían intentado atracarlo y había podido defenderse, por lo que empezó a hacer su recorrido. Rayan trotaba con soltura su camiseta estaba sudada y el viento mopvia el tejido. De pronto, su teléfono sono, Rayan aminoró la marcha y vió un mensaje. "Lupo quiere comida". Rayan suspiró con una sonrisa leve. "inoportuno como siempre" luego fue caminando a buena marcha hacia la pandería. Rayan caminó tranquilamente, de pronto empezó a notar una multitud de gente, muy anormal para la zona, y para la hora. Rayan aceleró el paso, los negocios estaban cerrados y con la oscuridad de la noche, un mal augurio se asentó en su corazón. La Panadería estaba destruida. Rayan intentó pasar a través de la multitud, pero había mucha gente, tres agentes de la policía estaban registrando la zona, había dos cadáveres en medio de la panadería, todo el mobiliario había sido destrozado, los ventanales rotos, las mesas volteadas y el horno tenía una gran abolladura que parecía a lo lejos ser hecha por un puño. Rayan se quedó petrificado, intentó pasar pero la multitud se lo impedía, Rayan entró en pánico y un oleada de fuerza hizo que empujara con demasiada fuerza a alguna personas mientras pasaba, pero su mente estaba fija en la escena. Traspasó la distancia prudencial y entonces los vió. Pudo reconocer las figuras de Mateo y Fidel, con sus cuerpos aplastados, con mordeduras, Rayan miró a los policias. Estos habían ignorado por. Completo los cadáveres y examinaban el resto de la panadería, lo que extraño a Rayan. Adicionalmente no parecían tener demasiado cuidado en conservar la zona del crimen, parecían estar oliendo los objetos. Rayan miró los cadaveres. «Lupo» pensó. Pero luego se dipo cuenta que Lupo había estado todo el tiempo en el cuartel... Algo no tenia sentido. «Huele a antiguo» dijo uno de los agentes que tenia la placa de Arnau en su pecho». Rayan los miró, «¿que dijo?» «Si, huele a antiguo, ha tenido contacto con lo inmortal» dijo Murillo. Rayan dudó por un momento, lo que dió tiempo a un cuarto agente que no había visto, Sans, de agarrarlo por el cuello y levantarlo, sus pies quedaron colgando, Pinilla se acercó y olió su ropa. «Si, huele a antiguo, no es su olor, pero está impregnado de él, tal como este lugar». Ustedes...Los mataron.... Arnau se acercó y sonrió. «No dijeron nada, solo decian, "protejeremos al señor"...Idiotas, ahora dinos... ¿Quién es este "señor"?. Rayan entró en pánico, estaban buscando a Tyw, y aunque él se sentía fuerte, ellos eran fuertes y eran cuatro, vió el destrozo y por un momento sintipó ganas de llorar. De repente su mano tomó un leve brillo azulado y sintipo valor, apretó la mano que lo asía del cuello y con un grito logró zafarse, cayó al suelo y pateó el pecho de Sans. Y salió a correr, Rayan corrió, la multitud estaba apiñada pero Rayan dió un grito "APARTENSE O MUERAN" La multitud se apartó aterrorizada, Rayan pasó por el medio, un policía ajeno a la situación vio la panadería, vio a cuatro agentes de policía y aun hombre corriendo, intentó ponerse frente a Rayan, pero este apartó al hombre de un manotazo, el policía voló por los aires y se estrelló contra la pared, cayendo inconsciente. Pinilla, Murillo, Sans, y Arnau corrieron, Rayan, con la adrenalina en su punto más alto corrió, esquivando, saltando, mirando atrás solo para ver como los hombres le mantenían el paso, iba llegando a la calle del cuartel. ¡SOCORRO! En el cuartel Tyw sintió su mano derecha y Gleipnir brilló, cerró los ojos y grito ¡¡¡LUPO!!! Tyw salío de su cama, corrió a la puerta y a traves del pasillo, estaba tomando a gleipnir con su mano izquierda cuando de repente sintió una gran mano agarrarlo de su hombro izquierda y lanzarlo hacia atrás...Tyw cayó sobre su trasero. «No» Lupo estaba de pié frente enorme, su rostro era feroz, no tenia puesto nada sobre su torso y solo estaba vestido por una pantaloneta corta que dejaba ver sus enormes cuádriceps, Lupo flexionaba inmovil sus músculos de modo que sus fibras se notaban como una estatua griega. se acer´có a la puerta y antes de salir dijo. «Si sales antes que te avise...Te mataré...» Tyw cerró los ojos, gleipnir brilló. «Mateo, Fidel...» «Lo sé, serán vengados...No vienen por mí» dijo Lupo y salió. Tyw miro con aprehensión. Afuera Rayan estaba a punto de ser alcanzado, Arnau estaba estirando su mano, Rayan miro al frente y abriendo sus ojos se tirpo al suelo, justo antes que un tavho de basura golpeara a Arnau justo en su rostro haciendo que pierda el ritmo. Lupo estaba frente a el, sin camisa, su musculatura enorme brillaba con las luces de la calle. «Atrás imbécil...» Lupo flexionó sus pectorales pero Arnau no se intimidó, aun con su cara ensangrentada, se mostró valiente, Arnau se arrancó la camisa revelando un cuerpo trabajado pero claramente menos desarrollado que el de Lupo. Pronto llegaron Pinilla, Murillo y Sans quienes al ver la escena se arrancaron sus camisetas. Y lucian amenazadores, al menos para una persona normal. Lupo sonrio con sorna. Los policias caminaron hacia Lupo, «Largate» ordenó Lupo a Rayan. Este ultimo corrió y desapareció detrás de la puerta del cuartel. «Entonces es aquí...Lo encontramos» dijo Sans con crueldad. «No creo que puedan darle la información a su amo» dijo Lupo con una sonrisa. Los cuatro policías rodearon a Lupo co sus puños cerrados y haciendo gestos amenazadores. Lupo solo miraba y flexionaba sus enormes pectorales y sus cuadriceps. «¿Y porqué estas tan seguro?» dojo Murillo. «Porque deberían estar vivos» dijo Lupo. Los cuatro hombres se lanzaron a la pelea. Lupo se encontraba rodeado de los cuatro falsos policias quienes daban vueltas a su alrededor buscando como atacar. Arnau tenia su cara ensangrentada, pero no parecía intimidad. Lupo simplemente estaba de pié, flexionando sus pectorales con petulancia. Rayan abrió levemente la puerta mirando la escena. Lupo gruño, pero la curiosidad de Rayan era muy alta, Tyw salio detrás de Rayan y los dos hombres se quedaron mirando a lo lejos. Tyw miraba alrededor. Arnau miró a Tyw. «tu olor te delata antiguo». Tyw hizo una mueca. «vaya eufemismo...¿Donde está tu maestro?» Sans se rió. «el llegará cuando quiera llegar...» Tyw subió sus hombros en un gesto despectivo. «Sin el difícilmente ganarán» Los cuatro hombres se rieron. «Ya lo veremos contestó Arnau». Pinilla hizo el primer movimiento, Lupo lo vió por el rabillo del ojo y recibió el golpe con sus pectorales, Lupo inicialmente no se sorprendió pero pronto sintió en su espalda una patada de Murillo justo en la nuca. Los golpes no eran preocupantes en sí, pero pronto Sans y Arnau se unieron a la contienda. Lupo recibió golpe tras golpe, no eran demasiado fuertes, pero los cuatro policías falsos eran rápidos, lanzaban golpes, objetos, y eran rápidos, y muy sincronizados, Lupo intentaba atraparlos pero no lograba conectar. Los cuatro hombres giraban alrededor de Lupo, este no lucia demasiado golpeado, pero si muy irritado. «Rindete Perro, puede que le ganes a uno, pero no a todos» dijo Pinilla con sorna. Los cuatro hombres se lanzaron hacia Lupo y golpearon su cuerpo en diferentes partes antes de saltar lejos de su alcance. Los tres policías falsos se reían, se veían tranquilos, mientras que Lupo se veía muy irritado, al borde de la ira. Tyw se sentó en el suelo. Lucia molesto. «Lupo, ¿necesitas ayuda?» «CALLATE IMBECIL» Lupo miro a Tyw con furia, momento en que los cuatro falsos policias se lanzaron al ataque. Lupo en su ira lanzo un golpe en redondo que golpeó y lanzó lejos a Pinilla que se golpeó contra un muro, los otros tres hombres golpearon a Lupo y lo empujaron hacia atrás pero Lupo se recuperó rápidamente y salto alto cayendo sobre la pantorrilla de Pinilla. CRACK Pinilla gritó de dolor ante la mirada estupefacta de los otros policías falsos. Lupo fue atacado nuevamente, y los tres policías lo empujaron lejos de su compañero que se retorcía en el suelo de dolor. Tyw levantó su mirada. «ya era hora» dijo. Lupo lo miró con furia. Lupo saltó lejos de los tres hombres quienes intentaron alcanzarlo, pero Lupo brincaba alto, al caer el suelo temblaba bajo su peso, haciendo algunos crateres en el suelo. Lupo se agachó y golpeó el suelo una vez más repitiendo el proceso varias veces, Lupo saltaba lejos de sus atacantes, su mirada estaba enrojecida pero su rostro mostraba decisión. Rayan miraba a Lupo saltar lejos de los falsos policias «¿qué está haciendo?» preguntó. Tyw miro a Lupo y a Pinilla en el suelo. «Está pensando». Lupo saltó alto y cayó cerca de Tyw, rompiendo el suelo cerca a el, Rayan saltó del susto hacia atrás. Rayan gritó «¡que te pasa!» Lupo gruño y saltó de nuevo, pronto el suelo estaba destruido, Tyw tomo a Rayan por el hombro y le indicó que se retirara. Cobo apareció en la zona y vio la escena, vio retorcerse a Pinilla y a Lupo peleando con sus policias falsos. Sonripo con sorna y caminpo tranquilamente hacia Tyw. «Antiguo» Tyw se ripo amargamente. «no sé cuantos titulos quieren colocarme pero me fastidia, tengo un nombre» dijo Tyw. Cobo bajó la cabeza. «es una señal de respeto de un antiguo a otro». Tyw se levan´tó, Gleipnir brilló en su mano derecha y pronto el hilo rojo estaba brillando alrededor de Tyw y de Rayan. «Garm, perdona que te lo conteste de esta manera, pero tu no eres de sutilezas, ya me mordiste el brazo y te alimentaste de mi sangre, ya he visto lo que estás haciendo...» Cobo se rió. «Garm, adoro mi nombre, sé como temes nuestro encuentro, sé como temes que cumpla el destino que me fué negado en el Ragnarok». Garm se arrancó la camisa, su cuerpo era grande, no a la altura de Lupo, pero era ciertamente imponente. Garm tomó un hidrante del suelo y lo arrancó de cuajo, lo aplastó con su mano y lo lanzó hacia Tyw. Tyw se lanzó a un lado, rodo por el suelo y se levantó asiendo a Gleipnir que brillaba en su mano. «Se que eres un dios caido, sé que tu fuerza se ha desvanecido casi por completo, solo te defiende ese perro y está demasiado entretenido para protegerte, sé que lo único que tienes para ofrecer es tu carne...Ven conmigo, prometo ser rápido, tu muerte no dolerá y por fin podrás descansar del trágico destino al que Wotan te sometió...» Tyw miraba con furia a Garm/Cobo. Se sentia humillado, pero no le dieron ganas de rendirse, su furia aumentó. Se puso de pié con arrogancia y mostrandole su mano derecha, gleipnir brilló. «Puede que sea un dios caido, puede que mi fuerza no es la de antes, pero es suficiente para defenderme de un perro sin dueño que necesita de mi carne para poder alimentar la fuerza que me robó...» Cobo/Garm miró con sorpresa. «Lo sabes...» Tyw se rió esta vez con autenticidad. «imbecil, no vez la pelea justo detrás, tus aliados apenas pueden hacerle daño a Lupo y Lupo es el vivo testimonio de lo que ocurre cuando te alimentas de la carne de un dios...Sé porque consumiste mi sangre y sé porque me buscas...Pero si crees que moriré simplemente para que me devores y te vuelvas un inmortal, te mostraré cuanta fuerza le queda a este dios caido» Un grito sonó en el horizonte, Lupo habia atrapado a Murillo en un abrazo de oso. «¿Ya no eres tan rápido no cierto?» Arnau y Sans se lanzaron hacia Lupo golepadolo, pero Lupo no sentia dolor, se reía como maniaco mientras sujetaba con firmeza a Murillo. «IMBECILES» gritó Garm /Cobo con furia, Tyw se rió, «Tu eres el imbecil, por mostrar tu fuerza llenaste este terreno de agua y lo convertiste en un pantano, ahora la ventaja de tus perros se perdió y Lupo no pierde velocidad por que no es su arma. CRAAAAAAAACK Lupo abrazó a Murillo con tal fuerza que en un solo movimiento todas sus costillas se rompieron y atravezaron sus organos internos, y salieron por la piel, la columna se fracturó sobre los brazos de Lupo y Murillo se dobló inertemente hacia atrás en un gesto desesperado. La sangre emanaba de su boca profusamente, Arnau y Sans intentaron acercarse pero Lupo los miró, paralizandolos de terror, Lupo tomó la cabeza de Murillo de modo que todo su cuerpo inerte colgaba de la cabeza. «que pasa hijos de perra...¿Ahora se dan cuenta de su lugar?» Lupo cerró su puño, aplastando la cabeza que explotó, los ojos de Murillo salieron volando, la sangre, sesos y huesos emanaban de espacios entre los dedos de Lupo que molía inmisericordemente la cabeza de Murillo con su mano, al mismo tiempo, flexionaba y ponia duros sus pectorales aumentando lo grotesto del cuadro. Cuando ya dejó de salir sangre y materia cerebral de su mano Lupo tomó el cuerpo por el cuello y las piernas y flexionando su espalda mosntruosa y sus triceps enormes rasgó el cuerpo por la mitad, en el abdomen, los órganos y las tripas de Murillo volaron en todas direcciones cayendo sobre el rostro de Arnau y los pectorales de Sans. Lupo sonrió. «Asi me gusta» «Idiotas, ATAQUEN» Tyw miró a Cobo/Garm y susurró, "mala orden". Rayan alcanzó a escuchar y miró al antiguo dios... De repente Tyw se veia más antiguo, más respetable, como si de repente un velo se hubiese movido por un segundo mostrando toda la forma antigua de Tyw, por un breve momento Rayan entendió porque se sentia atraido por la fuerza de Lupo, pero tambien por la autoridad de Tyw. En contraste con eso, Garm parecía un lider inexperto, solo usando la fuerza y haciendo que sus hombres fracasaran, ya había perdido uno y tenia un hombre completamente derrotado, solo dos estaban en plena forma y Lupo parecía estar disfrutando d la pelea en el lodazal que el mismo Garm había ayudado a crear. Sans y Arnau atacaron simultaneamente, cada uno a un lado de Lupo, los dos conectaron sus golpes pero Lupo nio pareció inmutarse. Garm estaba estupefacto, gruñia, intentó atacar pero no se aterevipo a entrar al lodazal, miró a Tyw y le gruño. Mientras Arnau y Sans intentaban encontrar un brecha en la defensa de Lupo, Cobo/Garm se acercó a Tyw, este ultimo notó la amenaza y tomo las cuerdas de Gleipnir en su mano. "¿Seguro que quieres esto?" preguntó Tyw con serenidad. Garm flexionó sus pectorales pero Tyw noi se inmutó. "Vivo con una bestia más poderosa y más temible que tú, si crees que Gleipnir no puede controlarte, entonces acercate...De lo contrario largate y llevate a los que te quedan". Garm gruñó, se giro hacia sus soldados y loes ordenó. "Vamonos". Y salíó corriendo. Arnau y Sans intentaron salir del pantano pero Lupo saltó alto y cayó frente a ellos. Tyw suspiró y dijo en voz baja. "venga a nuestros siervos". Lupo sonrió. "ustedes se quedan aqui" dijo Lupo y de súbito, moviéndose a una velocidad muy alta se acercó hacia Arnau y golpeó su abdomen. Los músculos del abdomen de Arnau no resistieron la fuerza del derechazo de Lupo, Arnau intentó con todas sus fuerzas agarrar el brazo y sacarlo de su abdomen pero la fuerza de Lupo era irresitible. Sans intentó ayudarlo pero Lupo lo agarró de su cabeza y lo estrelló contra el suelo barro y sangre salieron en todas direcciones. "quedate ahí perro" ordenó Lupo, Sans se girpo hacia arriba pero estaba muy desorientado del golpe. Lupo miró a Arnau con malicia. Lupo presionó aun mas su mano derecha al interior, rasgando los tejidos lentamente para aumentar el dolor, Arnau gritó de dolor, Lupo siguió penetrando la pared abdominal esquivando los vasos sanguíneos para no causar una muerte rápida, llegó hasta la columna y con dos dedos tomo las vertebras y las arrancó con un movimiento de su muñeca. Pronto Arnau sintió como sus piernas se desconectaban del resto del cuerpo dejando un impresionante dolor de miembro ausente. Arnau cayó al suelo e intentó escapar a través del lodo, Lupo lo tom´ó de los miembros inertes y lo levantó de modo que la cara de Arnau apuntaba hacia la pelvis de Lupo. Lupo lo sacudió como un saco de papas, Arnau gritaba. "¡piedad!" Lupo lo miró con desprecio "no hay piedad para los cobardes", Lupo levantó a Arnau con un movimiento de látigo hacia arriba y golpeó el suelo con todas sus fuerzas, el lodo amortiguo el golpe pero la caja torácica de Arnau colapsó contra el suelo, Lupo levantó su pie y con toda la fuerza de sus enormes cuadriceps aplastó el esternon y el corazón de Arnau. Arnau sintió un enorme dolor, pero por alguna razón no lograba morir, de pronto sintipo que su fuerza vital no estaba conectada a su cuerpo sino a algo más, entendipo que Lupo extendería su vida para extender su sufrimiento. Lupo agarró los dos antebrazos de Arnau brazos y cerrando sus puños aplastó y maceró piel, musculos y tejidos, dejando las manos colgadas de unos delgados filamentos de tejido. "matame" dijo Arnau con las pocas fuerzas que tenía. "Muy pronto perro, pero primero tengo que disfrutar esto". Lupo tompo el brazo derecho de arnau con su mano izquierda y sosteniendo el cuerpo en lo alto desde el cuello arrancó el brazo de cuajo. La sangra emanó del hombro desgarrado. Lupo tompo el cuerpodesde el otro brazo y haciendo un movimiento de batazó jalonó el cuerpo que se desprendió del brazo cayendo fuera del lodazal. Sans intentó levantarse pero Lupo le dió un puñetazo en la nuca. "te dije que te quedaras ahí perro". Lupo salto del lodazal y cayó frente a Arnau, este cerró los ojos esperando su muerte pero Lupo tomó sus parpados y los arrancó. "me vas a ver hasta el final imbécil, te arrepentirás de haber luchado conmigo de esta manera tan cobarde y te arrepentirás de seguir a ese perro". Lupo tomó el brazo izquierdo de Arnau y su pierna izquierda y lo levantó. Empezó a estirar lentamente el cuerpo, las fibras de la espalda de Lupo empezaron a despertarse, pronto se veía como un muro de roca que continuaba con los triceps más poderosos en existencia y pronto el cuerpo empezó a oponer resistencia. Arnau gritó, lo que hizque que Lupo gritara y sonriera como maniaco. Pero no aumentó su velocidad. Pronto el tejido empezó a desgarrarse lentamente, hasta que el brazo se separó del cuerpo, Lupo soltó el brazo y clavando sus manos en los restos del hombro, araggó la clavícula y el omoplaot y siguipó estirando hasta que la pierna se separó del cuerpo. Arnau respiraba profunda y rápidamente, buscando aire, Lupo lo escupió. Levantó su pierna y en un solo movimiento aplastó la cabeza de Arnau. La cabeza explotó, lanzando en todas direcciones restos cefálicos y dejando un cráter en el suelo. Lupo se dirigió hacia Sans. Estaba inconsciente. Lupo lo giró de modoque su espalda estaba contra sus enormes pectorales. Sans seguía dormido, Lupo clavó sus manos en el esternon de Sans y miró a Tyw. Este hizo un gesto afirmativo y Lupo empezó a clavar sus dedos en el toros de Sans y a desgarrar lentamente la piel y los músculos. Sans abripo los ojos subitamente. "NO, NO NOOOOOO" Lupo siguipo desgarrando lentamente el esternón hasta que el hueso no fué capaz de resistir la presión que Lupo ejercia a través de sus manos, pronto los dedos de lupo penetraron más en el tejido y con un solo movimiento Lupo abrió la caja torácica en dos, como si Sans fuera un viejo armario. La piel y el musculo se desgarró de arriba a bajo hasta el torso de modo que los orgnaos internos de Sans quedaron visibles, Sans cayó de frente al lodo. Lupo no se inmutó, tomó a Sans de la cabeza y usando sus manos, clavó sus dedos en el cráneo. Sans pronto sintió los dedos de Lupo intentnado abrir su cabeza como si de un coco se tratase. Sans intentó contener las manos de Lupo pero la diferencia de fuerzas era imposible de superar, los antebrazos de lupo se flexionaron, Lupo reia con una increible sed de ocasionar dolor Lupo clavó más los dedos mientras Sans aullaba de dolor, los gritos fueron combustible para Lupo quien siguió presionando hasta que el hueso cedió, fracturándose por la mitad, rompiendo las meninges, exponiendo el cerebro. Lupo tompo el cerebro con su mano y lo aplastó, para luego tomar los restos de la cabeza y cerrando sus puños. Los enormes y poderosos dedos de Lupo penetraron las orbitas aplastando los ojos, rompiendo los huesos faciales y haciendo que la sangre y los tejidos destrozados salieran explosivamente de los restos de la cabeza de Sans. Lupo soltó la cabeza y levantó el cuerpo desde el cuello con su mano derecha, luego con su mano izquierda agarró laa columna vertebral y la arrancpoi de cuajo con un solo movimiento, la columna se separó del cuerpo justo a la altura de las costillas, Lupo soltó la columna y puso su mano debajo de las vertebras, con un solo movimiento Lupo cerró el espacio entre las vertebras, aplastándolas, siguió presionando hasta que el tejido se volvió una pasta que salio de entre sus manos, solo cuando sus dos manos se juntaron Lupo dejó de hacer fuerza y lanzó el cuerpo contra una pared, emplastándolo como si fuera una bola de plastilina pegada a la pared. Pinilla miraba en un silencio aterrado el destino de sus tres compañeros, con la fuerza que le brindpo su instinto de supervivencia se puso de pie y se arrodilló frente a Lupo quien calmadamente se dirigía hacia el flexionando sus pectorales y gruñendo, Lupo caminó hacia el flexionando sus enormes bíceps y pisando con fuerza para que sus cuádriceps y pantorrillas se mostraran en toda su fuerza. Pinilla levantó la mirada y vipo la impresionante figura de Lupo que respiraba lentamente pero amenazadoramente frente a el, pero no se movía, entonces entendipo que Lupo esperaba una palabra de Tyw. "Señor, tenga piedad, haré lo que sea...No me mate". Dijo Pinilla. Tyw caminó lentamente, jugando con Gleipnir en su mano, el hilo rojo brillaba y Tyw tenia un ligero tinte rojo en su cara. Cuando llegó al lado de Lupo lo miró a los ojos. «¿Qué quieren de mí?». «¿Qué quieren de mí?». La voz de Tyw daba a entender claramente que era una orden. Lupo respiraba profundamente pero no separaba su mirada de Pinilla. Pinilla sostuvo su pie roto e intentó sentarse. «Te buscamos a tí antiguo... Te necesitamos, somos tus animales sagrados, pero queremos más..Necesitamos devorarte». Tyw sopesó sus palabras. Glepnir brilló, Tyw sintió el peso de la atadura antigua, Los ojos de Lupo brillaron con el color rojo de su antigua atadura. Luego miró a Pinilla. «¿Porqué mataron a mis siervos?» Pinilla miró con miedo a Tyw, los ojos del antiguo eran inescrutables, pero Pinilla logró sentir su ira contenida detrás de lo sereno de su rostro. Miró a gleipnir y por un momento pensó que Tyw lo ataría con la antigua cuerda que había sido capaz de domar al monstruoso Lupo, se resignó a este destino. «Garm nos lo ordenó, era la forma de encontrarte...Tu cuartel era dificil de encojntrar, solo podiamos buscarte donde hubiera restos del olor de tu antigüedad, los restos de antigua fuerza...Matamos a los policías y tomamos su naturaleza humana...Luego fuimos donde el Capitán y su teniente y ellos nos dirigieron hacia la panadería...El olor era irresitible, pero los dos hombres se negaron a hablar, a pesar de la tortura... No sabía antiguo.» Tyw cerro los ojos, las lagrimas salieron de su rostro. Lupo seguía con su rostro inescrutable. «te perdono por perseguirme, por buscarme y por causar este destrozo» dijo Tyw. Los ojos de Pinilla se abrieron y una leve sonrisa se dibujó en su cara. La mano de Tyw temblaba. Tyw abrió sus ojos. La ira era visible en su mirada. «Sin embargo, no puedo perdonarte lo que le hiciste a esos dos hombres, estaban bajo mi protección y sin embargo los mataron, eran mis siervos...Y hacian el mejor pan de la zona...Ahora nunca podré probar sus manjares y tendremos mas dificultades para alimentar a Lupo...» miró a Lupo e hizo una leve cabezada. Pinilla intentó acercarse a Tyw, pero este se corrió hacia atrás mirando a pinilla con ira. Lupo lo agarró del cuello, lo levantó y lo estampo contra el suelo. El aire se escapó de sus pulmones. Lupo se sentó sobre la pelvis de Pinilla. Cerró sus piernas aplastando la pelvis. ARRRRGGGGHHHH Lupo flexionó sus bíceps y los besó, luego abrir sus manos y poniendolas a la altura de las claviulas rasgó la piel y los músculos de Pinilla, una profinda hendidura se hizo en la piel. Pinilla gritó NOOOOOOOOOOO Lupo puso su mano en otra zona de piel intacta y rasgó la piel, luego siguó rasgando la piel lentamente causando dolor en Pinilla quien estaba siendo despellejado vivo, Lupo solo respetó la cabeza y la cara de Pinilla, pero el resto de su cuerpo estaba siendo desgarrado. Pinilla gritaba mientras lupo arrncaba jirones de piel con sus poderosas manos, pronto la piel cedió y Lupo siguió arrancando los músculos. Pinilla intentpo golpear la cara y los pectorales de Lupo pero solo encontró un rostro inmutable y unos pectorales de roca. Lupo siguupo desgarrando, llegó a los brazos y desgarro la piel y los músculos hasta que llegó al hueso y siguió arrancando el tejido como si estuviera desgarrando y arrancando la carne de una pierna de pollo. Cuando llegó al hueso Lupo tomo el hueso y lo arrancó del cuerpo, aplastó el hueso y lo lanzó lejos. Lupo siguió así con el otro brazo desgarrando, aplastando y lanzando lejos. Los brazos de Lupo estaban trabajando, sudados, cada fibra de sus músculos era visible y Lupo estaba evidentemente excitado por el daño que causaba. Lupo sonreía con placer, Pinilla intentaba moverse pero entre el peso y la fuerza de Lupo y de sus muculos que cada vez estaban más desgarrados, era poco lo que podia hacer, ya no tenia brazos y serpenteaba en el suelo estimulando la pelvis de Lupo quien tomó uno de sus cuádriceps y clavando sus uñas, abrió el musculo en dos como si fuera un banano. Lupo arrancó el musculo y lo mordió, al cabo de unos segundo el usculo habia desaparecido devorado por Lupo y aplastado por su poderosa mandíbula. Lupo tomó la otra pierna y la arrancó de cuajo, luego mostrandole el miembro arrancado a Pinilla los rompió por la mitad de modo que en una mano quedó la pierna y en la otra la pantorrilla, luego arrojó lejos la pantorrilla y comando entre sus manos el muslo lo aplastó como si fuera una maquina de compresión. Pinilla deseaba su muerte más que cualquier cosa que hubiese deseado jamás, Lupo se acomodó sobre su torso y empezó a desgarrar, con velocidad creciente, Pinilla sintipo como su toro era desgarrado, Lupo desgarró la piel hasta dejar expuetas las costillas, luego puso su mano contra la clavícula y arrancó claviula y costillas de un solo movimiento, luego con su otra mano hizlo mo mismo con la parte contralateral del torso. El corazón palpitante era visible, así como los pulmones. Lupo tomo la garganta de Pinilla y aplastandola arrancó la laringe, con un movimiento tan mosntruoso que separó los pilomnes y el corazón, El plastrón sangrante fue arrojado lejos mientras los pocos vasos que quedaban intactos dejaban salir la poca sangre que quedaba dentro del cuerpo de Pinilla. Lupo se puso de pié, se arrancó lo que le quedaba de ropa y orinó dentro de los restos del torso de Pinilla. El olor a úrea perforó el ambiente, pronto Pinilla se habia vuelto una especie Basinica sangrienta, Lupo tomó la cabeza de Pinilla y la arrancó del resto de cuerpo. Luego agarró la cabeza en el aire con su mano derecha y puso su torso duro. En un solo y rápido movimiento golpeo su pecho con la cabeza. La cabeza explotó. Los ojos explotaron con el ipacto, el liquido rojizo, crema, blanco y claro se adhirió a los enormes y duros pectorales de Lupo quien aprovechó el liquido para estimularse los pezones. Lupo gruñia, luego gemía, levanto su pie y aplastó la columna del cadaver y siguió aplastando hasta que no quedo sino tejido aplastado y del antiguo cuerpo solo quedaba una forma más parecida a una bolsa vacía y aplastada. Lupo se acercó a Tyw y flexionó sus músculos mientras reía con orgullo. Su mirada estaba enloquecida. Rayan dio tres pasos atrás pero Tyw no se inmutó. Levantó su mano tocando el rostro de la enorme bestia y dijo."gracias amigo." Lupo solo flexionpo sus pectorales desafiantemente. "Soy el ser más poderoso que existe". Luego se dirigió a otro hidrante y lo arrancpo de cuajo del suelo, un potente chorro de agua surgió de este, Lupo se baño en el y luego con sus enormes manos dirigió el chorro de agua con suma maestría de modo que arrastró con el agua los cadaveres. Sin embargo, no hubo forma de arreglar rápidamente el suelo roto. Tyw suspiró. "tendremos que reforzar nuestras defensas, Garm ya sabe donde estamos, y tampoco quiero cambiar la base". Rayan se acercó. "¿Usted cree que nos atacarán de nuevo?" Tyw lo miró con tristeza. "seguro" Luego mirando a Lupo continuó. "Sin embargo, aunque lo sepa poco puede hacer, pero ya sabe como crear un ejercito y eso es un problema". Rayan suspiró. "pero tenemos al Señor Lupo, si el está aquí, nadie podrá derrotarnos". Lupo flexionó sus bíceps y se lamió el agua de sus músculos. Mirando a Rayan sonrió. "No eres tan estúpido como pareces" sentenció. Tyw asintió con la cabeza.
  10. Littlerjim

    Being Better (Part 1 of 2)

    This is a spin-off story featuring Adam from my series, Being Bigger, set during the events of Chapter 7. While I don't spoil any of the major events of Being Bigger, I think the story works better if you're already familiar with the characters involved. This story does not contain growth, and instead explores the already-grown Adam adapting to his new stature, and expands on some ideas that were only alluded to in the original series. --- "...and our last question today comes from user Anton481, who asks: Adam, I got my shot 3 weeks ago - not much growth so far, but it's early days and I'm optimistic. One of the things I'm looking to improve is my diet, but I-" "Oh god, the food question!" "Yeeeeah, the food question, haha. You get this one a lot?" "Almost as much as "how's the weather up there?" or "do you play basketball?"" "And what's your answer to those, just so our listeners don't repeat them?" "Usually "the same as it is down there, just two seconds earlier" and "no, but my fiancée does"." This seemed to tickle Hayley, the interviewer, who let out a hearty laugh. Adam hugged and stroked his own arm nervously; he was still pretty new to this, and being alone, in a different city, in someone else's studio was more than enough to unsettle him. He hadn't even meant it as a joke, he was just trying to be genuine; trying to be himself. Fortunately, that was his biggest selling point. Well, maybe not his biggest. Hayley was an early adopter of B-852 herself and, standing at 6'6", was hardly a petite woman. She'd played soccer at a national level before turning to a career in media, and this podcast, for which her minor celebrity and success with the wonder-drug suited her well. Next to the man opposite her, she was miniscule. Her team had been in contact with Adam when arranging the interview, and did their best to to equip themselves for Adam's size. The flight over had been comfortable enough - they'd worked with a promoter at Boeing, who had happily hooked Adam up with their new Plus package - a premium option for flyers with extraordinary space requirements - in exchange for some copy being read on the show and a couple of posts from Adam blogging the adventure. The whole thing was mostly just a publicity stunt. The number of customers who actually needed the extra space was relatively small compared to the attention the company got for getting involved with 852. Everyone was doing it, from established companies to new ventures like the Heightgeist podcast, trying to ride out the fad while everyone was still obsessed with it. Adam was one of the lucky few for whom the drug worked extremely well; it was estimated that just 1/500 people would experience dramatic growth of more than a few inches of height, and even amongst those, he was one of the biggest. He was super-humanly tall; at 8'4", he was already one of the tallest humans to have ever lived - at least, before the existence of 852 - and he was reportedly still growing. But, like everyone who had similarly expanded, he experienced none of the usual side effects of gigantism. His heart was healthy, bones showed no signs of deterioration, and as for muscular atrophy... well, that was just laughable to even contemplate. Hayley had watched most of Adam's videos as a fan, and re-watched them all as an act of purely professional courtesy to prepare for the interview. She knew that his frame was wider than most doorways. She'd seen the way his head was almost nestled by his massive broad shoulders, the way his thick arms hung down almost a little too far, ending in hands so big that the entirety of hers could fit inside just his palm - and she could palm a basketball. She'd definitely noticed how clothing was almost a performative gesture for the giant; it's not like it did anything to hide the shape of his pecs, his abs, his quads or... other areas. Hayley had to remind herself more than once during the interview, that he was engaged and she was a professional, and she really should stop looking. But despite all this, nothing could have prepared her for what it was like in person. To be face to face with such a titan was awe-inspiring, in the biblical sense. The man just filled space. The sofa he was sitting on bowed and protested under his weight, and even sat down a few feet away from her, it's like he was looming over her. She could feel his body heat from here! "It's okay though - I don't mind answering the question again," Adam says, sensing an awkward pause as Hayley seems to lose her train of thought. "Yes, sorry - got a little side-tracked there - Anton asks "I'm looking to improve my diet, but I don't know where to start. I've looked up opinions online but I feel there's a hundred of them and they all say different things, and when I try to read the science behind it my head starts to spin. Can you offer any useful tips?" "Aha, your head and mine buddy... So, the reason I hate answering this is because I feel like I don't have the right answer for it, y'know, but from what people I trust tell me, kind of nobody does?" "Hmm, we actually covered this topic a couple of weeks back. Recent studies out of Harvard has proven that 852 has profound effects on metabolism, but partly due to the differing levels of efficacy of the drug in individuals, mapping how it does so is still a long way off." "I'll take your word for it, haha." "Well then, what about you, Adam? Why not keep things simple? What does your food regimine look like?" "Honestly? Whatever I want and as much as I want of it. I've got this Thai-style pork recipe I keep coming back to, pretty sure I made a vid for that one, and I probably eat more burgers than I should..." "You realize you're going to make a lot of people very upset," says Hayley, though she's smiling as she says it. "Biggest guy on the planet says "eh, just eat what you want"" "I'm not officially the biggest," Adam responds with a smirk on his face, picking up on the humor, "But yeah, sure, why not? Like, okay, if you have a goal in mind, like you're a sprinter, or a powerlifter or whatever, and you want to try something, then sure, go for it. But this thing sets us all on our own journey. Your body is gonna react in its own way, and I think the only thing you can do is LISTEN to it, right? At least until the science catches up or whatever." "But what if Anton is leaving size on the table? You've been extremely privileged, but not everyone gets the level of growth you have. Can you honestly encourage everyone else to be so laid back, when it could cost them down the line?" Adam sighed. "I don't know, honestly. And yeah, I'm extremely lucky, I get that, but the things I'm luckiest to have didn't come from a needle. It's my family, my friends, my soon-to-be wife. And I've seen all kinds of crazy shit that people have tried, from starving yourself or, like, gorging way too much on the opposite end of the scale, and then there's all these knock-off drugs springing up, and none of it is proven to work. If you really want to get bigger, you gotta work hard, eat well and try to just enjoy it. Because I know this for a fact: if you make yourself miserable for the sake of being a little bigger, the best result you're gonna get? You're going to be big and miserable. And you deserve to be happy, regardless of what size you are." "I like that... Adam, thank you so much for joining us on Sizegeist, I know you're busy planning for the big day so we're thrilled you could make it -" Hayley went through the business of wrapping up the pod while Adam leant back. He'd gone a little heavier than he'd expected to, there; most of his own content was instructionals, some Q&A's and some band-wagon, meme-type stuff. It was nothing like this, and the speed in which they'd wrapped had him worried - he was relieved when, after taking off her headphones, Hayley came up to him and gave him a hug. Or at least she tried to - though he was still sitting down, he nevertheless towered over her, and arms barely made it past his front. "Thank-you - seriously that was fantastic, I think we're going to get some good numbers on this one," she says, breaking the warm gesture, "Did you enjoy it?" "I think so - it's just outside of my comfort zone, y'know? I hope I didn't mess anything up for you." Hayley bats the thought away as if swatting a fly, "Absolutely not. I mean, we're all friends here, and we'll be kind to you in the edit, but I don't think we'll have to do much. You're a natural." "Seriously?" "Absolutely. Actually, I was gearing up to ask you something, so I may as well come out with it - had you considered doing some longer form content?" Adam looked blank - he hadn't, it was plain to see. "Like... what exactly?" "Well, we're not sure ourselves yet, we're just testing the waters. It'll probably be a spin-off show, moving away from interviews, we're considering video. Point is, a high-profile regular guest could draw in numbers, and you've got a good product. You're huge but you're also just a guy; sort of relatable and aspirational, if that makes sense? That's a profitable combination." "Right, yeah, I guess it is." He was aware of it already, to a point. But again, this wasn't his wheelhouse - he was alone, expected to be professional, whilst being the absolute centre of attention. It just didn't sit right. "We'll do what we can by Zoom - no reason to fly out here once a week or anything, and we of course respect you've got a busy few months ahead. There's no rush. But how about we put together a proposal and send it your way? Absolutely no obligation." "Sure - sure, that sounds good to me. It's worth a look, right?" --- "Hey babe - interview went well, I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. Kick some ass!!!" His message to Brie was short; he knew she wouldn't read it until later, it was game day, and she’d be getting in the zone. He'd catch the stream, if he could, but for now he simply padded down the sidewalk towards his airbnb, and more populated parts of the city. Adam walked a lot - so did most people who had such dramatic reactions to the 852 shot. Vehicles, unless properly prepared for their densely muscled and towering frames, became uncomfortable at best and dangerous at worst. It helped that his much longer limbs naturally propelled him at a jogger's pace, and that his seemingly limitless pool of stamina made this effortless. If anything, it helped to nurse that constant urge to move which came with 852; the "itch" as Trent mockingly put it. The weather was fine, if a little breezy, and Adam was in good spirits, taking in the sights of a strange city. Although he was heading towards the more visitor-focused parts of town, he was enjoying having the opportunity to see the real-er parts of it. Old warehouses converted to lofts, remnants of an old packing district, little corner stores selling cheap coffee; all of which he passed, while the scant pedestrian traffic parted in front of him. And then he heard the shout. Adam was a simple man. He might struggle with public appearances and professional networking but when he hears someone shouting with that kind of inflection - anger, but mostly fear - his brain reacts within nanoseconds and his legs even sooner. Before he knew it he was bearing down upon three men who had another, smaller man, pinned up against a wall in a nearby alley. The trio were not small, each having willingly embraced their own 852 shots some months back, but neither had any of them enjoyed the success Adam had. The biggest of them, at 6’5, had his fist against the throat of his intended victim, while his friend smirked next to him. The shortest - 6’1”, but stockier than the other two - was hanging slightly back, and it was he who first saw the deceptively quick monster lumbering towards them. “Um, guys? GUYS.” he said with more urgency. The others turned to look. As Adam approached he slowed down, assessing the situation. It didn’t look good - a mugging, probably, or at least that’s what it looked like to him. The assailants didn’t pose much of a threat to him and their wide-eyed glances they shared showed they knew it too. But Adam was more worried about the guy at the back - slim, shaggy haired, with a short mess of stubbled stained with blood, he’d clearly been hurt already. While he was certain he could handle the three of them in a fight, he was less sure he could keep all of them occupied at once. “You want to stay the fuck out of this,” said the tallest mugger. “Yeah, I don’t think I do. How about you head home and leave the kid alone?” Adam said, trying to be firm, but not to provoke any rash actions. “How about YOU fuck off. I don’t take orders from the Hulk’s bitch cousin.” “You take orders from the guy who could turn your fucking bones into paste,” Adam said through gritted teeth, “So leave, and there won’t be any trouble.” “Oh there’ll BE trouble!” The mugger said. He took two steps towards Adam and, knowing he wouldn’t win any kind of fair contest with the giant, he reached into his pocket and brought out a knife. It was, in retrospect, the stupidest decision he could have made. Just as his movement was deceptively fast as he ran into the alley, so his reflexes allowed him to act with immediacy and significant force now. He saw the knife and he acted, his body moving before a complete thought could be processed, kicking forward with his leg. His leg, that was so thickly covered with dense, bulging muscle its size was more comparable to the smaller man’s chest than any other part of his body. Adam’s foot connected with the mugger's chest - and most of his abdomen, such was its size – before continuing to thrust forward, not slowing an iota. The mugger's eyes bulged nearly from their sockets, all air leaving his lungs with a bone crushing squeeze, before his entire body was lifted from the floor and propelled backwards. This transpired in the space of about half a second. One moment the mugger is bearing down on Adam, knife brandished;, the next he’s disarmed, sprawled, dazed and winded, 15ft from where he’d started There was a moment’s silence, broken when the knife clattered to the floor. The man’s friends didn’t need any further demonstration of what Adam was capable of. They ran to him and all but dragged him from the alley, while Adam looked on, a crooked smile on his face. He was quite proud with how that had all gone, and he turned to the small man the others had been assaulting. “Hey! Sorry if that got a little hairy there, I was improvising mostly. Are you alright? Name’s Adam.” He proffers his huge paw of a hand to the little guy. The small man stares at it, and then up at Adam’s face. Adam was never good at reading expressions, but something about this one made him uneasy. He’d often caught people staring at him, usually with a sense of awe or disbelief that anyone could get so huge. He’d learned to roll with it, and to just shrug it off if it got too much. It felt good, but knew it was best to stay grounded - he didn’t want to end up like Seb. The look he was getting now was similar, but tinged with - disgust? Recognition? The small man did not take his hand, or say anything at all as he averted his gaze and brushed past Adam. Adam, again acting mostly on instinct, stuck out his arm to stop him. He gently reached down and placed his big hand on the skinny man’s shoulder, only for the tiny man to immediately spin around and glower at him. “Get your fucking hands off me! Nobody asked for you to be here, so just fuck off where you came from..” And with that, the small man marched away. Adam watched him leave - now it was his turn to be puzzled. He hadn’t recognized the man before and he still didn’t, but his voice… It sounded familiar.
  11. Yesterday
  12. tester26

    Brent's first time (Part 2/2 added 3/27)

    Here comes part 2, enjoy! A FEW DAYS LATER Thankfully, the bathroom was empty as Brent lifted his shirt and stared at himself in the mirror. Looking at his reflection, the senior's gaze took in his altered appearance, tracing over the lines of lean but toned muscle under his lightly tanned skin. His chest was slightly more pronounced and noticeable, as was his abdomen. If he looked close enough, he could see the outline of his abdominal muscles, and it gave him a slight trill of excitement. Dropping his shirt back down, Brent curled one of his arms up towards his reflection, admiring the bulge of muscle that had never been there before. Instead of a lanky, average looking teen in the mirror, he saw a more athletic, fit looking man. His eyes dipped lower, passing over the noticeably larger bulge in the front of his jeans, and he grinned to himself, biting his lip slightly. He had already spied a few second glances his way from a few other students, directed below the belt. It was hard not to take a longer look at his newly 'improved' body, especially now that his pants tended to be just a size too small, his package more nicely framed and accentuated below the fabric. To be fair, Brent couldn't stop checking out himself down there every chance he got, still in slight disbelief it had all actually happened. It had been the better part of a week since the house party across town, and rumors of a guy from another school going missing after said party had trickled into Brent's high school. At first, his moral conscience had wanted him to tell someone...anyone...about what had happened. But as he admired himself in the bathroom mirror the next morning, he couldn't help but wonder....who would believe him? More over, what exactly would they do to him; lock him up? No...the more the senior thought about it, the more he knew it was best to just keep his mouth shut. "Besides," he thought, turning to examine his reflection a bit more. "I kinda like the new me..." The bell rang once more, and Brent swore under his breath as he grabbed his bag and darted out of the bathroom and down the hall. The corridors were empty and he cursed himself as he sped towards his next class, slinking in and making his way to the back. He had just about made it to his desk, where a loud cough emanated from the front of the room. "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Jacobs," the rather stern looking teacher behind the desk growled. "Take your seat." Nodding and keeping his head down, the young man slipped into his desk and kept quiet. The teacher then turned to the board and began her lesson, but her words were like background noise, as Brent propped his arm up and stared blankly at the board. It was hard to focus on her lesson, as like pretty much this entire week, his mind was filled with both the memory of the party. He shuffled in his seat as a gentle warmth trickled into his groin, remembering the sensations of being inside the handsome Jose before he....er, went away. His friends had asked him about it, naturally, since they had all ditched, but Brent just shrugged and told them he had gone home after an hour. He never told them he had gotten laid - or the other thing - instead preferring to keep his new secrets to himself, enjoying the little rush he got from them. After all...not like he had planned it, right? His hand dripped down to idly rub over the bulge in his jeans, feeling the newly increased weight of his package as it struggled to fit inside the fabric of his pants and boxers. Admittedly, the feeling of him stretching out the front of his pants did give him a little thrill, as well as a bit of stimulation throughout the day. Still, he reasoned, might be best to go shopping sooner rather than later. A thunk! brought him out of his stupor, as a large ruler slapped against his desk he jerked back upright, only to see his teacher standing before his desk looking cross. "Mr, Jacobs!" she growled. "Is it too much to ask a young man to pay attention when he is being spoken to?" "I...er..." Brent stammered. "I do not appreciate being ignored in my own class, especially after you decided to show up late to begin with," the woman snarled, smacking his desk again. He saw that in her hand was a slip of paper, and his heart sank. "Detention, now," she said, stalking back to the front of the class. Brent hung his head timidly, taking the slip of paper as well as his belongings and slunk out of class, feeling the eyes of everyone else upon him. Detention was held in one of the farther classrooms in the school, and Brent sighed as he pushed open the door to look inside. The old classroom was empty, save for a young substitute teacher at the front of the room, going over a stack of paperwork. The sub looked up as Brent shuffled over and handed him the paper, letting out a tsk as he read over it. "I see," the man churred. "Well, take a seat. You can either work on homework if you have it, or I can give you a worksheet," he said, pointing to the nearest desk by the front. Brent nodded and sunk into the indicated desk, slouching as he sighed. Part of him wanted to admonish himself for getting into trouble like this, but the other part of his brain shrugged it off. "Well, how can I not be absorbed in...I mean....focused on what happened?" He wondered, idly picking at the peeling paint of the desk. His groin gave an almost sympathetic twinge, making him shuffle a bit in his seat as he adjusted himself in his ill-fitting pants, unknowingly getting the attention of the sub. The college-aged sub looked up from his paper as the teen squirmed in his seat, and he inhaled to say something, when his gaze caught the sight under Brent's desk. The young teacher's mouth closed as he saw the rather noticeable bulge in the teen's jeans, blushing as he saw the teen adjust himself almost casually. Admittedly, the sight surprised him a bit; it was unlike a teen to have a bulge like that, and the sub couldn't help but steal a few more glances at it. His eyes flicked up to the teen's face, but the boy was off in space again, unaware. The sub's gaze dropped again and he bit his lip softly, shuffling in his chair as his own arousal stirred. One thing about working in a high school with his tastes; it was hard to ignore all the young studs parading around, dealing with hormones, puberty and the like. He had been there fairly recently himself after all, and made sure to offer his help - discreetly of course - to a few of the jocks over the semester. He prided himself on his youthful good looks and his fit body; he dressed regularly in tight polo shirts to show off his firm muscles, making it fairly easy to pick up any of the horny atheletes that were ripe for the picking. The sub subtly looked over at the cute teen twink once more, admiring the lean build and the almost out-of-place shape in his jeans. Reaching down under his own desk, he carefully adjusted himself through his slacks, starting to piece together just why this young teen was so...distracted in class. "You know," he finally said in a causal tone, making Brent jump slightly as he was brought back to the present. Once he had the teen's attention, the sub spoke up again, meeting his gaze. "There's really no reason for you to be here, what with a silly reason like 'not paying attention in class' as the crime," the young teacher shrugged, offering the teen a grin. "Um...but I got detention," Brent murmured, shuffling in his seat as he met the sub's gaze. "Honestly....sounds a little bogus to me," the sub said, lowering his voice to a more conspiratorial tone. "Between you and me, I think its a waste of both our time to be here." He watched the young teen blink, knowing he had gotten his attention. "If you want..." the sub continued, "You could probably slip on out of here and just go home. I won't tell." "Y-you won't?" Brent asked. "Really?" The sub nodded, grinning. "Sure....if you do me a solid." He saw the teen's gaze grow guarded, and quickly added. "Don't worry...its nothing you won't enjoy." Brent shuffled uncomfortably as the college-aged sub stood up and slowly walked to his table, leaning over the desk slightly. "Um..." "Look cutie," the teacher whispered. "I can see you squirming in your seat there, with those pants a little too tight." He grinned a bit wider at the flush of red in Brent's ears, and went on. "I think we both know why you couldn't pay attention in class. So tell you what; I'll help you with your little 'problem', and in return, let you scoot on out of here, with no one else the wiser." He grinned reassuringly. "That way, we both get something we need." Brent looked over the sub uncertainly, even though he felt his arousal pressing more firmly against the inside of his jeans. He couldn't deny his arousal - it was almost constantly smouldering since the party - but getting propositioned by a teacher was a little shocking. "I don't....er....know if we should," he murmured. Part of him wanted to get his rocks off, as even jerking at home didn't seem to staunch his libido now. But here, in the classroom, where anyone could walk in? "Come on, cutie," the sub said softly, still grinning. He reached down and gently rubbed over Brent's groin, earning a soft 'eep' in response. "I promise you'll enjoy it." He felt Brent's arousal throb in response, pushing against the fabric, and he took that as an affirmative. Sinking down to his knees, the sub slid under the desk before Brent could reply, caressing he thick bulge in his jeans. Brent bit his lip and squirmed, even as he felt himself straining his jeans from the older male's touch. His libido was quickly overriding his reason centers, feeling his enlarged balls churn with the need to get off. "O-okay..." he finally whispered as he was felt up, spreading his legs in acceptance as the sub moved under his desk. "Just...don't tell anyone." "Not a soul," the sub murmured as he licked his lips, his deft hands undoing the front of the teen's jeans and allowing that straining package to push free. He grinned as he saw the tent in Brent's boxers, the tip already darkened with precum as it fought against its fabric prison. Rubbing over the barely restained cock inside, he gave it a soft squeeze, earning a soft moan from above the desk he was hunched under. The shape under his hand throbbed harder, pushing out more against the fabric until the sub took pity on the shy male, and pulled those tight boxers down to reveal the prize inside. Brent's aching cock sprung free from its confinement, nearly hitting the college-aged sub in the nose. He bit his lip and gripped the top of the desk, shooting a quick glance towards the door in case someone came by. But it was only the beginning of the hour, and classes had barely begun, so the hallways were quiet and empty. Feeling himself throbbing free, Brent ducked his head down to his lap to see the sub gaping at his overly large cock. "U-um...is something wrong?" he asked softly. "Wrong?" the sub murmured. "My god dude...its anything but," he said, reaching closer and gripping the thick piece of meat. Brent's cock was a healthy ten inches long, nearly as thick as the lean sub's wrist, pulsing slowly as a bead of precum slowly trickled down from the tip. Below it, two large orange-sized balls, gently churning with goodness knows how much pent up need. The sub lightly hefted one to feel its weight, even as he pressed his face to the shaft of the teen's enlarged cock. "Damn kid...you'd put a lot of jocks in this school to shame," the sub muttered, letting Brent's jeans and boxers fall to around his ankles, leaving his whole package bare and in the open. "Heh...yeah?" Brent grinned sheepishly. He couldn't deny the slight rush of pride and satisfaction at hearing that, knowing most guys built like him weren't expected to be well-equipped like this. He could feel a sense of confidence settling in his chest, making him grin a little more easily as he scooted his hips forward a bit more. "Think you can handle it?" he smirked, before he knew what he was saying. The sub looked up at the grinning teen for a moment, before getting the hint and slowly drawing a lick up the top half of the pulsing cock. Brent grunted and his eyes grew half-lidded as he bit his lip, feeling the electric pleasure of someone's tongue along his sensitive cock. "Mmmff..." he murmured softly, his hips twitching a bit as the sub repeated the action again, and then again. His hand snaked under the desk without thinking, resting atop the back of the sub's head and holding him to his groin. "Mm...that's good," the teen grunted quietly. The young teacher groaned against the hot piece of meat, his hand barely able to wrap around the base. He slurped over the head a few times, before slowly swallowing around it. He heard the soft gasp from above as his mouth wrapped around the sensitive cock in a warm, wet embrace, earning a thick pulse of precum lancing into the back of his throat. The sub gagged softly in surprise and swallowed, allowing another inch or two of the teen's thick cock to slide into his mouth. He could feel the small hand on the back of his head urging him on, even as the tip started prodding at the back of his throat. Pulling back slightly, the sub gulped the second shot of precum as best he could, before another twitch of those lean hips sutffed his mouth full again, and that hand pushed him down a little more firmly. "Hhrgk..." "K-keep...going..." Brent gasped softly, a touch of a growl in the back of his throat as his cock was enveloped in that warm and eager mouth. His hips jerked slightly, like he wanted to shove forward and bury himself inside, but his remaining self-control fought the urge down. If he made the teacher choke, he'd probably stop this, and the last thing Brent needed was to be blue-balled like this for the rest of the day. Instead, he kept his hand firmly on the back of the man's head, encouraging him on as he felt the sub begin to slowly bob and suck up and down. "Nnnngh...fuck..." The sub could feel his jaw strain slightly as nearly half the teen's oversized cock pushed in and out of his mouth, trying to swallow around it each time the tip hit the back of his throat. It had been some time since he had someone this big in his mouth, and it took some concentration not to gag. Even so, a trickle of precum and saliva dribbled from the corner of his stretched lips, dripping down his chin as he bobbed in time with the twiching hips of the student. "Ggrlk...hhgh..." Brent panted as he hunched over the desk, his throbbing cock sinking inside that warm orifice over and over. He peeled off his shirt and fondled his hard body as he felt his orgasm build. Already he could feel his pent-up balls churned and tightening, and he knew it wasn't going to be long. "Unnff...so good," he grunted, his tongue lolling out a bit. "N-not gonna last long," he said a bit louder to warn the sub under his desk. Despite the young man's warning, the sub was well aware of how close the teen was to the edge. His hands had been stroking the half of the huge cock that was outside his mouth, feeling it throb and pulse in his hands. The sub dimly wondered what it would be like that try and take the beast all the way down his throat, but the thought was driven from his mind as that hand on the back of his head pushed down hard, and he found his gullet packed full of teenage cock before he could struggle. "H-hhrgrkkk!" The teen bit his lip as he shoved forward, his own need and growing dominance overriding his worry about hurting the other male, as he stuffed as much of his needy cock into that muzzle as he could. He was dimly aware of the feeling of the sub's throat spreading and stretching around the tip of his cock, but it was the sensation in his overly full balls that drove him onwards, tugging the older male down as far as he could around his throbbing cock. "N-nngh...g-gotta cum!" he growled out, arching his hips and pushing as much as he could inside that struggling maw as his cock pulsed heavily. The sub had no choice as that thick cock was pushed into and down his gullet by the teen's surprising strength. He could feel his throat bulge lewdly as he was forced to deepthroat it. Brent's growl was a distant sound in his ears as the rush of thick, sticky teen cum began spurting down his throat and straight into his guts. He could feel each kick of the teen's dick inside his gullet, pulsing and throbbing as it unloaded down into his stomach. It was all the sub could do to remember to breathe through his nose as cum trickled from the corner of his mouth, what little wasn't being blasted into his guts. "Take it...ohh fuck yes," Brent snarled, his free hand gripping the desk tightly. His earlier reservation had all but been smothered by the urge to cum inside the other male, the growing seed of dominance spreading though his lower belly and chest. Feeling something warm wrapped around his huge cock...it only made him throb harder as another heavy splurt pumped down the sub's gullet. His balls practically ached as they emptied themselves, churning hard with each pump of his hips. "Thats it...all of it now..." The sub whimpered slightly, though it came out more a gurgling burble from the thick cock stuffing his mouth, along with the thick jets of teen cream filling him up. Already he felt full, like he had eaten a big lunch, from the sheer amount this young, lean stud was packing into him. When he finally felt Brent's orgasm subside and the hand on his head grow slack, he slowly pulling back, coughing as his throat was freed from the huge cock inside it. The tip popped from his mouth with a wet slurp, spraying a last little jet across his face as he hacked and tried to catch his breath. "H-hurk...ghack...*couch*...h-holy fuck, dude...." Brent smiled in his blissful post-orgasm rush, leaning back and looking down between his legs at the coughing sub, his face splattered with the last of his thick seed. "Hehe....you liked that?" he rumbled softly. "N-ngh...yeah.." the sub panted, licking his lips as the taste of the teen flooded his senses. He pulled off his shirt to wipe his face clean, then leaned in, nuzzling the dripping cock as it pulsed softly, still hard. The teen sighed as his still-sensitive cock was nuzzled, earning another spurt of cum from the tip as he relaxed in his chair. "Mmm....might have to do this more often, yeah?" he chuckled. He felt he sub's response by way of that tongue slowly licking over is tip, making him bite his lower lip and stifle another gasp. "Oohh...I'll take that as a yes," he growled, giving a soft buck of his hips. "Keep doing that..." The subby older male was only to happy to keep servicing the hung teen stud. He licked over the thick tip, cleaning the remnants of cum from the pulsing meat, even as it spurted out again. He wriggled his tongue into that cumslit to catch it as it came out, pushing inside and delighting from the moan it caused from above. The sub pulled off of Brent's big dick and rubbed his face with it leaving a trail of sticky precum all over his face. Brent gasped as he felt the other male's tongue pushing into his cock slit, making him squirm at the new sensations it brought. His heavy cock throbbed in response, and he held the sub there as his tongue pushed deeper. "Nngh...f-fuck..." he panted, his hand pushing down on the sub's head harder. "Oohh that feels sooo good," he growled, squirming in his seat as he fucked the man's head. Despite the great feeling of this blowjob, part of him still missed that all-encompassing feeling of pounding Jose. He looked down at his thick meat buried halfway down the sub's throat, and then down between the sub's legs, where he had worked his pants open to free his own throbbing dick which was now dripping with pre. He grinned as he pushed the sub away and stood up. "W-wait...please?" the older male begged, one hand was furiously jerking himself while sucking the fingers on his other hand. "On you your knees and hands dude, I'm going to fuck that ass!" commanded Brent, in a voice that surprised even himself. "Wh-what? Fuck, wait," the sub stammered, even as he got into position beneath Brent. "W-we can't." he said, eyes darting back towards the classroom door briefly. "Please, if now one's walked in on us by now, I doubt they will," Brent rolled his eyes, lining up behind the sub and reaching down to grab his own, modest seven-inch cock, still throbbing hard. "You came on to me, remember? Don't act like you haven't been thinking it," he grinned, grinding himself against the teacher. The sub bit his lower lip, he could feel his lust winning out; even though he'd 'helped' plenty of jocks before, Brent's dick was intimidating. He worried about crying out and drawing attention to them. Finally he sighed, giving in to the throbbing need between his legs. "A-alright," he said softly, slipping his pants off and arching his hips back into better position. "Just....just take it easy." "Sure, yeah," Brent nodded, sliding his hips back until his thick tip pressed against his asshole. "Aww man...this is gonna feel sooo good," he growled softly, as he felt the tip begin to spread that ring of muscle around it. "Oh yeah, take it easy big guy... That's it, oh yeah that good," said the teacher as Brent started to slowly insert his huge cock his ass. The man gasped and arched his hips as he felt the thick shaft beginning to push inside. He was far from a virgin, but the sheer size made him feel like it all over again. He clenched his fist against the floor as Brent wedged that tip against his small pucker. "F-fuuck...ngh...you're too bi-AH!" he yelled out, as the teen's member slipped in with a wet squish of precum. "Ooooh shit...ohhh gods.." the man panted heavily, feeling the head and first inches of the younger teen push inside his passage. Ten thick inches of teen dick pulled at the teacher's insides, before plunging back in, each slow but steadily increasing thrust forcing the heavy cock deeper each time. "F-fuu-uuuck!" the college-aged man moaned out, squirming under his smaller partner as Brent set a steady rhythm of working himself inside. His breath came in deep gasps as he fought to keep himself braced under the teen's movements. "A-ahh! Damn...g-go easy!" "H-holy you're tight," Brent grimaced, feeling like the man's insides were trying to crush his dick. He managed to pull back and thrust in a bit deeper, bringing a groan from below him. The substitute teacher swore he could see stars as he was railed by the teen and his overly large cock, feeling those heavy balls thud up into his own as he was hollowed out by the sheer size of the thing. It was all he could do to brace himself under the slightly smaller male as he was mounted like a bitch in heat. Between his legs, his own modestly sized cock squirted ropes of cum onto the floor, his orgasm being pounded out of him by the sheer mass of flesh pummelling his insides. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahhh! Ah!" "Shit, your cock so big, your cock is fucking huge, FUCK that feels good, please don't stop fucking me!!" howled the sub. "Fuck yeah...keep moaning," Brent snarled, slamming his hips into the sub over and over again. Any and all concern was out the proverbial window at this point, as he pounded the older man below him. He could smell the other man's orgasm, and it only drove him harder. The only thing that registered in the teen's mind was how good that tight passage wrapped around his pulsing cock. "Nnngh...yeah, bitch...you like this big cock stuffing you?" he said, pulling the man's hair roughly. "Mmmf! Fuck yes!" the sub cried out, hips jerking as he emptied his balls onto the floor, his body screaming in pleasure from having something so huge inside him. He could already feel another orgasm building in his balls as Brent hammered away at his prostate and sensitive insides. "D-don't stop. Please!" Brent merely nodded in agreement, hammering the sub until he came again. With that orgasm Brent changed his tempo, pulling out briefly to spank the moaning man with his wet and throbbing dick. Now he pistoned his hips up and down, sinking nearly his full length with each thrust, alternating spanks with hard thrusts, his nuts audibly beating against the older man's ass. Brent huffed and leaned back, holding the sub by shoulder and hip as he drilled into him hard and steady. He drilled and nailed and pounded the sub again and again, picking up speed, until finally he felt his orgasm rise within him. "Hnngh...fuck...I gotta cum," he grunted, hunching back over the sub's form once more. He jackhammered the poor man hard and fast for a moment, before he snapped his hips as tight as he could as his own orgasm hit. The flood of cum that began pumping inside practically drove the breath from the sub's lungs, as the younger stud began to fill and breed him. "Hhrgk! Ack...i-it...its....fuck!" he gasped and whimpered, unable to form a coherent thought as he rode out the teen bucking atop his back. Brent's vision swam as he unloaded into the sub below, his orgasm stronger than he could ever remember. He could feel his heavy balls pulling up tight between his legs and they worked to empty themselves. "Rrrff..fuck...take it," he grunted, still thrusting away as his body worked on autopilot. "Take it all, bitch..." "L-little more..." Brent groaned, panting, as he hugged the sub against him. He was dimly aware that the sub had stopped moaning, but all he could focus on was riding the last of his orgasm. His cock throbbed hard and his balls clenched, sending forth another deluge into the male below. "A-al-almost..." he gasped. "Y-yes....fuck..." his tongue lolled out in bliss. Finally, after what felt like a full minute or two of cumming, Brent relaxed and gasped heavily. "Ohhhh fuck...." he groaned, arching his back as his cock pulsed securely in the male under him. He stroked the sub's sides, almost affectionately, his mouth wide with a huge smile. "Duuude...that was soooo good," he sighed. The young teacher was completely wiped out, laid beneath Brent's young body like a rag-doll. Brent admired the man's defined back and ass, a puddle of cum oozing out of where the two were joined onto the floor, his dick still largely hard and buried inside. Immediately, the young teen's mind flashed back to the night of the party, and the image of Jose riding his cock before being absorbed into him. His cock throbbed in response and Brent bit his lip. In his mind's eye he saw Jose slowly melting away into him, and his muscles glowing as they grew. That growing warmth and surge of confidence filled his chest once more, and Brent reached out to gently grip the unconscious sub's shoulders. His arms wrapped around the lean shoulders, and with an assured slowness, began pulling the sub into a bearhug. "M-mine..." he growled. The sub squirmed weakly beneath him, his breathing heavy and laced with the musky scent of the teen. Being so drunk on the young stud's cum and pheromones had made him light-headed. Brent panted and bucked his hips forward as he tugged backwards with his arms, letting out a groan as he felt his body heat up and glow. He looked over at the door quickly, making sure it was still closed and empty. His eyes darted up at the clock; still another twenty minutes till the bell. He could feel more and more of the sub slipping into him, and with each throb, the warmth and assurance building in his gut became stronger. "Th-this feels too good," he panted in his own mind. "And why should I? If it was me ...nngh...some other guy wouldn't care about me." He grunted and growled as he stuffed the older male further into himself, slowly growing more and more sure of himself as the pleasure radiated through his body. The young predator huffed and growled as he hunched over his partner, his toes curling as the chest of the sub merged with his own. He could feel the other male still struggling unconsciously, making him snarl and squeeze tighter. He gripped the teacher's trim waist and tugged him closer, sliding his hands along the sub's muscles as they sank into him. "O-oohh fuck yess..." Brent hissed, baring his teeth as the aching emptiness he felt was slowly getting filled. "Get in there," he growled softly, wriggling on the ground as he felt himself growing heavier bit by bit. "Goood boy..." The more of the sub that slipped into his body, the less Brent cared about the consequences of his actions. The pleasure was simply mind-blowing, and it felt so right. The party had helped him unlock something...glorious, giving herself to his body in order to make him better. Now, this horny college sub was doing the same, and Brent smiled as his body flushed with the warmth of these sensations. He was a predator, and he loved it. "You wanted my dick...now you get to be a part of it," the teen panted, lust fueling every muscle as he pushed and worked the older male deeper. As the seconds ticked by, more and more of the sub was absorbed into the teen's glowing body. Brent had rolled over to let gravity take over and stroked his rock hard cock, panting at the dual sensations of absorbing all that muscle as he stroked the sensitive flesh. Finally, the sub was gone, fully enveloped by Brent's hungry body. He groaned, standing up and walking to the teacher's chair, leaning back in the leather seat. "S-So..good..." he panted. Brent continued to jerk off, the need to cum rising once again despite having gotten off just a bit ago. The sub inside was compressed down and slowly digested by the predator teen's body. As the teen stroked himself off, he could feel his orgasm beginning to rise as he watched the glow from his chest spread out across his body. His cock throbbed angrily in his grip and he gasped as it swelled once more. Brent's throbbing cock pulsed and engorged with new mass with each beat of his heart and balls, inching longer and thicker. As he watched, it rose up his lean belly steadily, his hand now barely able to wrap around the soda can thick girth. The thick tip rose up his chest, until it nearly rested between his pecs. Brent squirmed and groaned at the sensations of his cock stretching longer and thicker, nearly yelping out as the same rush of intoxicating warmth that filled his dick now spread to the rest of his body. His abdomen clenched hard as the muscles grew, adding in more mass under his skin. His nicely defined chest grew thicker and plumper, expanding outwards gently, until his pectorals stood out nearly a whole inch from his torso, firm and wide with lean muscle. Brent squeezed his cock almost painfully tight as his arms lengthened slightly, bulging with new muscle fibre as it grew in. He leaned back and stretched out his legs as they grew further away from him, reaching out inches and inches as his quads and other leg groups bulged with increased mass. The young senior squirmed in his seat as the changes continued, the man's absorbed mass being added to his own as new muscle and size. He could feel his body pulsing as it grew. Brent panted and arched his back, too lost to the rush of pleasure and growth to even care if someone walked in now. His body stretched as he felt his body expand ever so gently and steadily. Finally, the warm rush vanished from his limbs and raced back to his cock, just in time to splurt forth from his enlarged cock as thick, white streams of teen cum. Brent bit down on his own hand to keep from howling as came all over the desk in front of him, emptying out the remains of the sub that his body hadn't consumed, until he nearly coated the entire surface of it with his seed. Panting, the teen sagged back into the chair, his thick cock thumping against his abdomen as it leaked the young teacher's last bits onto his pecs. Slowly, he managed to sluggishly pull himself up from his chair and find his pants, only to groan as he found himself unable to fit his enlarged junk inside now. His balls hung low and heavy under his huge cock, easily the size of oranges, and he was just able to hold one in his hand. Brent sighed, and looked around the empty classroom, until he spied the sub's jacket hanging off a hook on the wall. He stalked over and wrapped it around his waist as best he could, before tugging on his now ill-fitting t-shit. Quickly checking to make sure of the time, and that no one was approaching the door, the young teen used the sub's polo shirt to sponge off as much of the thick cum coating his desk. The whole thing was sticky and soaked, but it managed the job well enough. Hopefully the rest would dry by time anyone else came looking. Holding the sub's coat around his waist, Brent shuffled to the door and peeked out into the empty hallway. He checked to enure there was no one around, then darted as swiftly and quietly as he could down to his locker. He grabbed his gym bag out and then made his way to the nearest bathroom and shut the door. Once inside, he tossed the cum-soaked shirt into the trash-bin, then peeled off his tight jeans as well and tossed them as well. The sub's jacket soon followed, all the better to hide the evidence of the sub's disappearance. As Brent pulled out his gym clothes - that had ironically been a tad big on him before - he paused to admire himself in the mirror. This morning, he had seen a lean twink with barely noticeable muscles looking back it him from the surface. Now, the image of a well-toned jock grinned back at him as he rubbed his hands down his newly enhanced form, with his firm abdomen and chest moving under his skin each time he flexed or turned. He was taller too; at least a few inches more than before, only adding to his new athletic appearance. His hand dipped lower and hefted his enlarged meat. His cock was now roughly the size of his own forearm, and easily a foot in length. Gone was the below average teen from last week....replaced by the young stud of a predator grinning at him from the mirror. "This is me now," Brent rumbled as he flashed his brilliant white smile at himself. "And I like the new me." He pulled on his gym clothes, chuckling at how the track shorts still showed off his hefty package underneath, even as his cock eventually softened. His shirt was tight, but not overly so, still showing off the shape of his muscled torso beneath the fabric. He would definitely have to go clothes shopping tonight. Giving himself one last fondle through his shorts, Brent checked himself in the mirror once more. He could just imagine the looks he'd get when he wore these next gym class... and maybe find myself another partner, he mused with a predatory grin. Blowing his reflection a kiss, the muscled stud slipped out the bathroom and towards the front door, deciding to skip the rest of the day and head home. After all...he still had detention, didn't he?
  13. sirdave12

    Teenage Destroyers - Simon's Livestream

    Do you possibly have a link or so the Jason Chronicles?
  14. GaryD

    Black Hulk

    I understand some of the debates about members who are against AI, however AI generated pics are not that different from other types of fan arts. If we forget about fan arts, several authors are already including their own AI generated pictures as integral part of their own stories. I would also note that this particular story got its end in 2018, we can hardly say it is clouding up the story thread. Apart from one story (Freshman Roommate), all of the other stories for which I created fan arts already ended years ago.
  15. GymWolf

    Black Hulk

    While the AI-generated artworks are on-theme with the story, I feel there is a need to address to keep this minimal to prevent the readership continuity and discussion of the story from being distracted by the sub-topic of the AI-generated artworks. I would propose, at the best of possibilities, starting a new topic in the AI Generated Works forum with a link back to the respective story thread to serve as the inspiration for the creation. This would allow the artworks to take on their tangent path of discussion without clouding up the main story thread.
  16. kmxd

    The Gamma Wave (Pt. 1 & 2)

    Don't get swept up in it... Unless you want to! Hopefully you'll be ready for what's in store for Finn and Brian very soon.
  17. radiokida

    Black Hulk

    Wow. Very impressive pics. I love the size of Black Hulk - to me he's perfect. Chris would actually be smaller than that, although eventually, in the future (as the end of the story suggests), he would outsize even Black Hulk in muscle size, but not in penis size or in height, because he would continue training and lifting (whereas Black Hulk would invest his 'strength' in porn). But when he met Black Hulk for the first time, he would be smaller than that - he definitely wouldn't have those biceps. Still, very fine effort, especially for Black Hulk, who I think is practically how I envisioned him in my mind! Well done!
  18. HG01

    The Gamma Wave (Pt. 1 & 2)

    Here for this. … Wow!
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  20. Lutz

    The Weatherman. Part 13 added 3/24

    Slowing, but not stopping
  21. Ro20316

    The Gamma Wave (Pt. 1 & 2)

    #GreenWave !!
  22. FallenAway

    Superstar (Chapters 1–6)

    I just finished reading the entire novel and it is really fantastic! I hope you're as proud as you deserve to be, Expander. For those of you who haven't read the book, let me tell you that I rarely make time to read anything longer than a short story. But once I got started on Superstar, I wanted to give it all of my free time. The displays of superhuman strength were definitely a highlight, but this book explores how having that kind of strength could affect a person and those they are closest to. (This story goes way beyond the temptation to be a bully.) Kyle is such an interesting character because of that. We all have competing needs, desires, and temptations that pull us in opposite directions, but imagine what it would be like if some of those temptations had limitless strength and numerous other abilities behind them. Don't let my reflection make you think this is heavy reading. Despite some serious issues, the story feels light and entertaining, and it is totally fap worthy. I will be rereading certain scenes for the rest of my life. Probably at bedtime. I would love to read a sequel to this story set about 16 years later when Kyle and Lauren are dealing with an adolescent daughter and probably more. In the meantime, I'm moving right on to your other full-length novel, Demons. I'm so excited! Keep on writing, especially if you're enjoying it. And seriously... you should be selling these books instead of giving them away. I would happily pay for the pleasure of reading more of your work.
  23. kmxd

    The Gamma Wave (Pt. 1 & 2)

    Part 2 “This was stupid.” Finn felt embarrassed sitting in the locker room, surrounded by guys all around who looked three times larger than him. He was 5’10” and comfortably skinny. Not bony. But his baggy old t-shirt, basketball shorts and posture betrayed the fact that he wasn’t much of an athlete at all. A good look in the mirror told him he was way out of his element, and that this wasn’t where he’s meant to be. Brian thought different. “Everyone starts somewhere,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his sculpted physique. Finn got red seeing his pecs bulging and his abs exposed with its pleasure trail leading downwards. He looked away as Brian pulled on a loose stringer over his body. “What sport did you play again?” Finn asked. “Basketball in college.” Brian kicked off his work pants and slipped on his gym shorts. “Also did a little bit of football in high school.” “Seems like everyone else’s story here.” Finn glanced around the locker room again, standing awkwardly. He couldn’t even believe he was here, and that Brian was here talking to him like they were talking for forever. “It literally looks like no one else is ‘starting somewhere.’” “Relax, dude. No one here’s gonna judge you. Besides, you’re an intern. I got you covered.” Brian threw the rest of his items in his locker, atop Finn’s stuff. “Random question, what’d you eat today?” “Just some cheese pizza from Napoli’s.” “Damn bro, that’s it?” Brian seemed shocked. He chuckled before he reached into his backpack and pulled out a bottle. “Dude, drink this.” He tossed it to Finn, who miraculously managed to catch it. Finn inspected the bottle — it was another Gamma Labs drink, like the one he saw Brian drinking in the office, but this one was labeled ‘GAMMA UNLOCK PROTEIN SHAKE.’ Chocolate flavored. A crude faceless stock photo of a bodybuilder edited green was slapped on the side. “I just got a pack of this in the mail last night. I’ve never tried it before but I guess they just dropped it as part of a new line a couple weeks ago,” Brian explained. “I should’ve brought more than one.” “Thank you, but… Why are you giving it to me?” Finn inspected the bottle for a bit before a logo in the back caught his eye. “You need protein and energy. You can’t workout without either, and you got neither. It’s supposed to be some special formula that gives you both. I was gonna drink it but you need it a whole lot more than me.” Brian closed his locker before turning to see Finn still frozen looking at the bottle. “Come on, chug that shit so we can get this started!” Finn shook his head. “Yeah, for sure.” He twisted the cap off and started drinking it. The logo he saw — he wasn’t sure where he’d seen it but he swore he’d seen it before. But who it was… “You done?” Finn didn’t even realize he’d finished it so quickly. He pulled the bottle away from his mouth, quickly followed by a sudden burp. “...’scuse me.” After several minutes of Finn stalling, the two finally made their way out of the locker room. The gym wasn’t the largest in the world, but it definitely wasn’t just some small hole in the wall gym. Finn was astounded at how many machines were so tightly lined up on the floor, taking in the size of the huge mirror completely covering one wall. “I’ve never seen a mirror this big,” Finn said, bashfully following Brian walking through. He was wondering if the drink that Brian gave him had gone bad — his stomach began to hurt. “Yeah. That didn’t used to be there. It’s kind of a nice upgrade.” Finn was increasingly entranced by the whole gym floor, seeing everything through the mirror. However he was dismayed when he finally noticed the huge image reflected from the wall opposite to it. Finn turned to confirm — it was a huge painted mural of what looked to be some depiction of the Hulk (or “a” Hulk) curling a huge dumbbell in one hand and flexing his bicep on the opposite, all while stepping on a globe as if to show off his glutes and quads. Beside it were the words ‘Strength, Power, and Drive’ inscribed above an out-of-context quote from the late Bruce Banner: “Channel your rage and embrace the beast inside.” The mural was in his direct line of sight while they stretched. Finn just followed what he saw from Brian, stretching his arms, then his back, then his legs, then his sides. Each time Brian shifted a little off, Finn could see the painting, only compounding his questions and bringing him back to his assignment on the Green Wave. It was beginning to get distracting. “Don’t you think it’s weird how like… everyone’s treating the Hulk like some kind of fitness legend and model for men?” Finn stretched towards his toes once more. “He was a destroyer — even Dr. Banner said so — but fast forward two decades later and he’s the idol of every jock on the block.” Brian looked up and glanced behind him. “Talking about that shit on the wall, huh?” He turned back around and slowly got up. “The new owners put that one in there too. I used to think it was corny, but I’ve kinda warmed up to it.” Finn leaned forward to listen, loosening his stretches. “Bruce Banner had issues on his own. If he didn’t, you know it’d be different when he’d go Hulk mode. But imagine if some average dude like you or me could be like that.” Brian slowly loosened up his stretches. “Super strong, hella tough, running off all your rage but without losing control. No one would fuck with you. You’d be the biggest man in the room.” “Even with the green?” “I don’t know, but to be honest, the green’s lowkey the best part. Don’t get me wrong, it’s fuckin weird. But think about it, it’s like poison dart frogs. When people see you, they’ll know exactly what you are. It’s badass. I like badass.” Brian finally got up. “You ready to hit some weights?” Finn thought about it as he finally got up. “Yeah.” Brian’s explanation seemed so effortlessly simple. Like who wouldn’t want to be super strong? But what exactly did Brian mean when he said ‘exactly what you are’? They wasted no time heading to the dumbbell rack, right under the mural. The first exercise was bicep curls, which Brian tried to explain would be the easiest to test Finn’s strength. “Look, we can start you off at 10 pounds,” Brian said, settling into his fitness trainer tone of voice. “We’ll just work on form and making sure you get the motions right.” And on form they worked. Finn had never scrutinized himself in the mirror so harshly before, trying to imitate Brian’s movements so closely. But even when Brian was just trying to demonstrate what to do and what not to do, Finn had to bite his tongue. Brian used the same 10 pound weight as him in his demonstration, maneuvering it about effortlessly with little sway while Finn was flailing about and shaking, clearly unbalanced and not as strong. As soon as he’d be done, he’d switch over to his pair of 50 pound dumbbells. “And that’s 8 full reps.” Brian put down his weights. “How are you feeling?” Finn bent down to put his weights down as well. He was short on words as his muscles relaxed. “Fine,” he said. “Just fine? You feeling any burning, soreness, anything?” Brian asked. Much to Finn’s relief, Brian picked up Finn’s weights to return them to the rack. “I can feel my heart rate’s up,” Finn said. It wasn’t by much, but the feeling of the beating in his chest told him he was actually breaking a sweat. “I mean, I’m catching my breath over here.” “Well let’s see how you do with 15 pounds.” Brian walked back with a new pair of dumbbells, visibly larger than the last. Finn put his hands up. “I think I’m good with 10. I don’t know if I’m ready for that.” “There’s that fear again,” Brian said, cracking a smile. “Trust me. You said you’re just feeling your heart rate up, but it didn’t look like you were feeling that much resistance. That’s just the warm up.” There was, again, no other excuse from Finn. He looked at Brian and sighed before reluctantly squatting down to pick up the dumbbells and — wow, that’s some actual resistance. The additional weight, though small, only further illuminated Finn’s lack of strength. Where before, Finn looked clumsy just because of his poor form and lack of experience, you could now actually see the effort he was putting in as his muscles began to start working. He was embarrassed, feeling the fibers in his biceps wake up and come alive, an unfamiliar burning beginning to set in. He was scared. A voice in the back of his head told him to just keep pushing. Strong. Forceful. Commanding. “There we go,” Brian said, watching Finn test himself even more. “I bet now you’re feeling it. That’s that lactic acid doing its work.” “Yeah, I’m feeling something for sure,” Finn said a bit sarcastically, getting more irritated than comforted by Brian’s voice. Did he detect condescension? That voice at the back of his head once again spoke up, quick to anger, noting Brian was beginning to piss him off. And in the middle of him struggling, but for some reason actually trying, he wasn’t interested in Brian’s patronizing attitude. On the third rep, Finn was feeling good. Keeping pace with Brian. This was feeling easier. Finn wore a fierce expression on his face that he’d never had before, locking eyes with himself in the mirror. The burning he felt was quickly subsiding as his back straightened and his shoulders looked more taut and controlled as he rolled them backwards. A tingling sensation instead arose at the back of his head and in his muscles. “You’re actually hitting those reps perfectly,” Brian said. Even he looked a bit confused. “Fuck yeah I am.” A certain confidence oozed from Finn’s words. Something had clicked as he took another breath in, pushing his chest out and leaning just slightly forward. His brain’s synapses were firing off as they quickly wrote something new into his muscle memory, making him look like a natural master at form. Confidence in the gym was not something he thought he’d see today. The large mural looming large behind him as he looked at his reflection only added to him suddenly feeling like he was on top of the world. The voice in the back of his head called out to him again. Telling him that this was what he’d been missing his whole life — discipline, training, the feeling of power in his body. It felt almost like the devil whispering things in his ear to tempt him. If so, the devil’s suggestions were innocent enough; just add another 5 pounds. And then another. He’d completed two sets at 25 pounds in each hand when the fatigue was finally setting in. Finn set the dumbbells down, sweat dripping down his arms and chest. “That… that felt good.” He felt like he was clawing back to a more conscious reality, a strangely dazed look in his eyes. Finn had felt the high of good exercise before, especially after his long runs. But this… Something was different about this. He felt different. “Hell yeah, bro,” Brian said, clapping his hand against Finn’s back. “You picked up the intensity way faster than I ever did. No offense dude, but you were looking like someone who could only lift 10s. Are you sure you’re a beginner?” “I’ve only been a runner. I’m serious when I say I’ve never touched a weight before in my life.” Finn picked up his water bottle as the tingling sensation subsided. He half expected his arms to feel like pure jelly, like other people in his life experienced when they started working out. Instead, he just felt stronger. Better. Bigger. If either of them had paid closer attention, they would’ve noticed Finn’s eyes flash green for just a moment, and Finn would’ve noticed his shirt was a little tighter than before. — Sprawled out on the couch of his living room was Finn, feeling himself sink into the cushions. He was back home earlier than he’s ever been all summer, but he felt like he had his longest day yet. He would ordinarily rush to describe it as weird, with such an unorthodox schedule. Finn felt outside of himself, doing things so different from what he’d imagined the day would let him do. In reality, it would be an otherwise ordinary day. The morning was just a little rough. And him going home early was unusual. Even in spite of the weird strength discovery, his first time at the gym was decidedly mundane. The only thing he couldn’t explain was this shift he could feel within himself. Something about the idea of becoming like the mindless meatheads in the gym terrified him, but the relief and satisfaction he felt only served as justification for their devotion. He laid there, his damp shirt stuck to his chest, feeling the sheen of dried sweat sticking his fluffy hair to his forehead and temples. He was… exhilarated. For the longest time, he’d denied any inkling of interest in the gym. Now, he couldn’t wait to go back. Finn absentmindedly scratched his crotch, trying to adjust himself towards more comfort. As he did, stretching his arms up, the smell of his pits hit his nose. A combination of his more subtle fragrance, deodorant, and the strong smell of a man’s sweat. His nose scrunched up and he immediately got up. He didn’t even know his body could smell like that. He needed to shower. A buzzing sound reverberated in his bag as he dragged it to his bathroom. Eager to end the vibrations, Finn dug into his bag and pulled out his phone, seeing a notification from Brian. Brian: Hey can you check if one of my shirts in your bag Brian: Cant find it Finn’s thick brows furrowed before he turned on his phone’s light to illuminate the contents of his bag. He stuck his hand inside and, lo and behold, out came a white shirt damper than his own, it’s sleeves cut off smelling much stronger than any of his own stuff, adorned with the three Greek-letter logo of a fraternity. On the tag inside was Brian’s name. Finn tried to hold his breath, as to not be attacked by the strong musky scent that infected his bag. He snapped a pic and sent it to Brian. Finn: found it i think Finn: [Sent 1 image] He went ahead to turn on the shower and open the window before he finally took a breath — just to realize his precautions did nothing to lessen what was emanating. A strong cologne and the remnants of crude body spray, all mixed with the thick scent of a man, stronger than what Finn thought was offensive coming from his own body. Idling holding it while trying to decide whether he’d rather stick this in a bag in the kitchen now or after his shower, the smell continued to flood his senses. Finn had always hated how gross it seemed, going around dressed in fragrances that barely masked the workout a guy had just completed. Yet as he held the shirt in his hand, feeling the steam of the shower fill the room, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to it. Brian: Thanks sorry if it smells, that’s my usual workout shirt Brian: Can you bring it to work tomorrow lol Finn imagined him wearing it, slipping on a remnant from his time in his fraternity, working up a sweat in the gym, just like he’d seen him today. His muscles rippling and bulging with each rep, coated in sweat and reflecting the harsh white overhead lights. His labor in the gym fueling his gradual transformation towards something bigger. Just like the Hulk, laid out on the wall behind him. Was he really horny thinking about this? His chest started to pound as an uncomfortable stiffening took place between his legs. His mind raced as the image of Brian standing tall, intently staring into his own eyes in the gym’s large mirror, watching his sweat stain his shirt, getting tighter around his muscles every day. “Shit.” Finn felt distracted from his original task at hand. He began to fondle himself through his basketball shorts, eventually settling into a gentle rubbing and stroking of his newly erect cock. As if it had a mind of its own, acting on wants that Finn never knew he had, his hand brought the shirt to his face for him to fully inhale Brian’s masculine scent. He quickly dropped his shorts to the ground, sitting on the top of his toilet’s seat. As his eyes closed, fully indulging in the idea of Brian turning into some warped version of himself, muscles instantly inflating into hard boulders around his body, his eyes going green before his skin does, mimicking the transformation of the late superhero. Finn softly moaned, his dick lurching forward at the thought. He reminded himself of what Brian had been saying at the start of their workout, talking about how he wouldn’t mind being a Hulk. A memory of a decades-old clip of Dr. Banner hulking out in a documentary, showing off his monstrous, powerful physique played in his head, slowly morphing into Brian going through the same thing. He thought about Brian wearing this shirt and ripping out of it, a green-skinned chest pushing out between the shreds of the shirt. Dropping the weights in his hand and standing over him, flexing biceps. “You wish you were half the man I was, don’tcha, bitch?” A voice called out. But it wasn’t quite Brian’s voice, it was… The pace of Finn’s stroking quickened as he took another deep breath, Brian’s shirt so intoxicating and mind numbing at that point that Finn couldn’t help but push himself deeper. He imagined Brian’s taking on a more brutish personality, a combination of the meathead stereotype in his head and the masculine personas he’d encountered in his research into the Green Wave. He could tell something was wrong, but he didn’t want to stop. He imagined Brian being a total dumb show off, ready to prove his superiority and masculinity at a moment’s whim. He’d denied it for so long, but he now he couldn’t — guys were hotter like that. He felt himself slowly get closer and closer to climax, with everything flashing in his head all at once. A part of himself asked why he was so worked up — did he want Brian or did he want to BE Brian? Any interrogation was quashed by his desperate sniffs in between his tugs, his brain desperately trying to sustain the image of Brian turned into a gamma-powered brute. Unable to control himself, he dropped Brian’s shirt as well. He began to whisper to himself, talking to himself in a way he’s never done before. “Fuck… Fuck yeah… Lose control… Hulk out… You know you want to…” His conversation with his friend the other day popped up in his head. He thought about how uncertain and weirded out he was by his friend’s sudden conversion, but at least at this moment the appeal was apparent. The words he was whispering — he wasn’t sure if they were meant for Brian or himself. That uncertainty is what led to the image of a Hulked out Brian to falter in his head, slowly losing it, cycling through, before it became clearer once again, Finn trying to make the image clearer in his head, trying to make out who owned those boulder shoulders and abs, the thick green neck, the trail leading to his dick, that messy short black hair, those eyes, it was him, Finn hulked out, he looked fucking amazing hulked out, he was— “Ungggh -” A deep moan left his lips as he shot a load up onto his shirt before he pumped himself all over the bathroom floor. It felt like a part of his soul went as he did, his brain short circuiting for a moment as pure pleasure overtook him, the gratification unlike anything he’s ever induced in himself and more primal than he’d ever felt in himself. Finn sat there, slouched over, trying to support himself, shaking. He was shuddering trying to catch his breath, each one deeper than the other. He gently licked the cum on his fingers in his haze as the orgasm’s euphoria slowly subsided. It was a slow fall back to earth as he realized the shower was still running. He blinked and shook his head. Clarity hit him and he realized the full extent of what he’d done — he’d just jerked himself off to his coworker’s sweaty shirt. And over what — him turning into the Hulk? Finn felt conflicted and upset as he realized how strange he was being today. He would’ve never done something like this before. A voice in the back of his head told him it was just that his testosterone was up because of his workout. Testosterone’s a bitch. Finn looked over to his phone, contemplating the sound of the water running from the showerhead. Brian’s messages were still open, awaiting a response. — Finn took a very long time in the shower, standing for several long minutes taking in the heat of the water. After, he got dinner: his usual spicy tofu dish and fresh greens from the Chinese place around the corner — with a twist: to satisfy his insatiable hunger that day, drained from the workout, he got an extra serving of orange chicken. After such a long, unconventional day, there was nothing that better suited him than spending the last hours of the day in bed, half under a blanket under a fan set to the highest setting. He plugged his phone in and pulled up TikKot in an attempt to just take his mind off of… everything. A collection of social satire, bite-sized explainers, and media commentary was right at his fingertips once again, populating his endless feed. It worked to entertain him for a short while, but there was something missing. There was something gnawing at him on the inside. As if the phone could read his mind, Finn’s next swipe revealed a video of a guy showcasing his progress. Crudely cut together were a couple videos of him just a year ago, looking just as weak and scrawny as he currently did. The music suddenly dropped into a bass-y breakdown, and the video transitioned to a few clips of the same guy, looking three times bigger than he did before, bulging with muscle and a tame imitation of the Hulk’s anger and drive in his eyes. In the caption explaining his transformation were the tags #hulkout and #greenwave. Finn did a double take, checking which account he was on. Sure enough, he was on his own personal account. Did he accidentally try to dig into the Green Wave with his main profile? For some reason he didn’t really mind it. It changed things up, which was very nice. As his concern and panic melted away he scrolled on, his mind lingering on that guy’s Green Wave-motivated change and bravado as he watched short videos of cats. It didn’t take long before he encountered another outlier on his feed. It was a podcast clip, with just three guys sitting around the table on an elaborately decorated set, behind expensive looking microphones. They looked a bit familiar, but Finn couldn’t help but feel immediately glued to the screen. Something about how the guys looked and how they talked just commanded his attention, making him invested in what they had to say. They all looked around the same level as each other but one of them, maybe 5 years older than Finn at most, was positioned across from the other two, framing him as the host of the show. His short blond army crew cut hair, clean five o’clock shadow, and thick neck gave him a classically rugged masculine look. “You know why we always bring up the Hulk as a model on this podcast? It’s not just because he’s a badass fuckin beast,” he said, sounding vaguely familiar to Finn’s ears. “For people that have just found this podcast, you know we all keep saying that we all need to embrace the Hulk inside, to take up the mantle of Hulkhood, but you probably are missing some of the context that defined this podcast at the beginning.” Finn looked to check who this was — it was the Intelligencia Pod from this morning! His first instinct upon this realization was to scroll again, but the next guy spoke and Finn couldn’t help but continue watching. The next speaker looked like he was more around Finn’s age. His black hair was matted by a backwards cap, his skin had a subtle tan, and his sleeveless shirt revealed a not-as-large but still impressive physique. “The obvious one is the physical part. You gotta want to be better. That means getting bigger and stronger, and being able to prove it. You look at the Hulk, you look at Banner — Banner is where we start off at the beginning of our Hulk journey, but Hulk? Hulk is what we wanna be. No, it’s what we are MEANT to be. Strong as hell, being able to take lead. Nobody wants their friend, their brother, their partner to be fuckin weak,” he said. Finn recoiled at his first instinct. It sounded toxic as hell, the same kind of toxicity he’s spent half his life rebelling against and the full duration of his internship trying to strategize against. The false equivalency between absolute strength and absolute weakness. All echoed effortlessly and casually by some random dude on this podcast for any guy to pick up. Yet that voice at the back of his head echoed it as well, planting the seed of doubt in his own convictions. Did he really want to be weaker than the rest of the pack? “The rage. The anger. Most men these days have it bubbling inside, but they don’t know where to put it. Where to let it out,” the guy said. “The Hulk had it down, he channeled that rage into his power. That’s better than the average human, who lets it eat it up. Nah, Hulkhood is about owning your anger and harnessing it. Letting it become your mode of control.” The historical revisionism of their characterization of the Hulk was astounding. Dr. Banner would’ve condemned this for sure. The idea of rage being your default state seemed a bit terrifying, as the Hulk’s early incidents would reveal. Part of Finn wanted to write an angry comment about how dangerous this was — another part of him wanted to let out that anger otherwise. As Finn continued to listen, it sounded like there was a weird overlay in the audio. The audio anomaly was distracting, but Finn couldn’t make out exactly what the sound was. It sounded almost like words being whispered, but tucked far enough to the back that he couldn’t fully make out what they were saying. “The psychological aspect is huge,” the older host said. “The Hulk represents being unchained from society’s standards. Their trends. Their wants. He represents letting out what’s inside and truly becoming who you’re meant to be. And most men, especially the ones listening, are meant to be more than they can imagine themselves to be. Do you want to be like the average joe on the block? Or do you want to join the lineage of men reclaiming the power they have inside?” Finn was getting a headache watching the clip. Not just from the rhetoric, which he found abhorrent and antithetical to his own values. What he didn’t realize was that there was a subtle, weird pattern periodically overlaid upon the video, words flashing, invisible to the naked eye but pronounced to be picked up by the subconscious. The third guy in the podcast spoke. His light blond hair was separated with a middle part, the sides shaved tight. “I know when Mark first tried to get me onto the Green Wave, I was skeptical. It just didn’t seem like it was meant for someone like me,” he said, gesturing to the other younger speaker beside him. “But the more I dove into it, the more I found myself in it,” he continued. “Mark sent me episodes of this podcast — your podcast — and I realized how much I resonated with it. You don’t realize the confidence you feel, you almost feel, like, superior. That Hulk mentality changes you. It makes you tough. It makes you fear your own strength. I like it.” Finn didn’t know why he decided to watch through the whole thing, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He was about to leave a comment, but instead decided not to feed the trolls. He just scrolled away, their words weighing heavy in his mind. However, the next video was even more strange in both its sheer appearance and its place on Finn’s feed, although more mundane. The video started off with the sound of a man yelling “HEY BRO,” vaguely sounding like the voice of Mark from the previous video, before white noise completely took over. The video playing looked like pure static. Finn was ready to just scroll away when he noticed the caption was only the tag #greenwave, and that the video’s view and like numbers were rising by the second. What was this? A teaser video? Promotion for something? Finn pulled up the comments, hoping to gain some insight. Unfortunately, the comments were just as confused as he was, with about half questioning what the point of the video was, a quarter being Green Wave acolytes repeating the same faux “self improvement” rhetoric, and the remaining encouraging readers to watch the video through to the end. So Finn did just that. Trying to combat that headache and the weird tingling that returned to the back of his head, he laid there, staring at the static. His screen would flash green periodically, but he just chalked that up to a glitch in the app, as it always was. It wasn’t long before his eyes slowly closed as the video’s white noise and its contents filled his ears for yet another night. ---------- Parts 3 and 4 will be finished and uploaded by the end of this week or middle of next week.
  24. kmxd

    The Gamma Wave (Pt. 1 & 2)

    Summary: A level headed and principled intern at a think tank, is tasked with researching the so-called “Green Wave,” a new movement sweeping the nation’s male youth tangentially inspired by the superhero alter-ego of the late Dr. Bruce Banner. As this intern falls deeper into the rabbit hole, he finds out more than he expected and finds himself questioning his direction. Loosely inspired by She-Hulk: Attorney at Law (2022) season 1 Disclaimer: The Hulk is a copyright of Marvel. I do not claim ownership. Warning: Political themes, toxic masculinity (?) Thank you to @czechhunter69 for feedback. This is a very plot-heavy story, so if you want a deeper story and not just a cum-and-go story, you’re in the right place. Originally written to be a one-shot, but split into parts for easy reading. THERE WILL BE FOUR PARTS TO THIS! ---------- Author’s Note: I was watching She-Hulk again with a friend, and while it’s not Marvel’s best work, the plotline involving Intelligencia had some potential. I have an idea for a line of stories based on it, starting with this one. Whether they all get written, who knows - but at least we have this one. And I know it takes place 4 decades in the future with all the contemporary slang, websites, and archetypes of today, but bear with me. Also, this is loosely in the MCU, but it doesn’t focus on any superheroes or pre-existing characters too much (other than the Hulk of course), only using it as a backdrop. Be aware that this has some darker implications and explorations of masculinity mixed into the muscle growth, so if you’re not into the parallels I’m drawing to real life, this might not be for you. Maybe consider this a bit of a cautionary tale about looking out for what your friends are looking at online. Please note that this first part does not have ANY muscle growth — but still please read for the story! I promise the next parts will be much more spicy. ---------- Part 1 2064. “Morning Finn. Got a new assignment for you.” Peeking from behind the large monitor, the intern’s brown eyes locked onto the packet of documents dropped onto his desk. Without missing a beat, he picked it up and opened it, reading through the organization’s briefing. Sometimes he felt like he was a CIA agent planning a psyop, not a political science student working at one of the most guarded think tanks in the nation. Each topic and area of research was treated as a “case” — not just a study, but an actual investigative case to close. Case in point, the documents detailed a small, but steadily rising movement among his peers. “Good morning to you, Marty...” Finn’s voice had a deep but raspy tone, almost sounding as if he struggled to keep it at that pitch even at his soft-spoken, almost whispery volume. He swept his dark brown short shaggy hair out of his face as he continued. “What is this? ‘The Green Wave, popular with Gen Gamma males aged 18-25.’ It just reads like another dumb trend for immature guys.” “Read more,” the middle aged man pulled a seat in front of Finn. Finn glanced up before continuing. “‘Idolizing volatile fitness personalities, feeding off a culture that borderline fetishizes strength and power, and inspired by the late legendary superhero Bruce Banner, Gen Gamma swept up by the Green Wave are redefining what masculinity means for them by reinforcing what they know. They’re projected to have a devastating psychological and political impact on the demographic.” Finn paused before recalling some of his friends who’ve been acting different over the past few months, wondering if this had something to do with it. “Interesting,” he ended simply. “Your goal is to study them,” Marty said. He reclined a lil bit in the chair. “I want you to figure out how they appear. How guys your age get pulled in. What methods they use. What makes them tick. What changes in all these guys. We figured since you’re in Gen Gamma it would be easiest for you to understand them in context.” “Just study them?” “We want to see if they’re doing anything different that we could use for our own campaigns. Election season’s coming up and our client wants some data on what’s happening here, and maybe we could even intervene. Think you can do that?” Finn looked through the rest of the packet. Some lists of hashtags, accounts, ideas, and people apart of this movement. It seemed… A little unrefined, but workable. Though Finn thought that ‘intervention’ was not exactly the direction he cared about. “Yeah I can do it,” he said. “What’s the deadline for the first round of info briefs?” “End of week.” Marty sprung out of his chair and headed towards the door. “Ping me if you got any questions.” — Finn spent the first half of the day finishing up his last reports before transitioning to working on the Green Wave assignment. And he wished he wasted another hour before jumping in. As expected, the scene was very… Male. It was a bunch of amateur bodybuilder bros drunk on their own manufactured sense of masculinity. They were pretty much exactly what you’d think. A lil dumb, a lil vain, definitely cocky, and one-track-minded on reaching ‘Hulkhood’ — whatever that means. Corny naming aside, it definitely looked like their model and template was this bastardized idea of the Hulk — this toxic, inhuman, ultra strong, gamma green image of being a man without any of the Banner. Finn just shook his head the whole time. If any of the Avengers were still alive to see what people did to his image, they’d all condemn the glorification of the Hulk. But their naming just made it obvious they just didn’t get that. Maybe Finn was just too pretentious to handle the mindless and uneducated droning of these guys. But that was just the surface. Finn barely knew what else laid underneath the surface, given that these were just the most popular creators. As far as he could tell, it really was just another stupid aesthetic latched onto gym bro culture. But there had to be something else. The comments on some of these reposts on Britter alone were enough of an indicator that this had to be a whole other corner of the internet that he just has never interacted with. Not wanting the algorithms to mess with his carefully curated timelines, Finn made a new account on each of the major platforms. He immediately followed different accounts — the big ones listed on the brief he was given, other big accounts that seem only tangentially related to the Green Wave, and a few random guys his age who follow Green Wave guys and seem to be posting a lot. It’s time to research. — The rest of the day was slow. Finn felt like he was losing brain cells every time he scrolled to another Green Wave video on TikKot. They all started the same: some kind of hook focused on the guy trying to gas himself up for being ripped, then some faux-deep talk about “finding your inner Hulk,” then some workout tips, then an edit of their latest workout set to whatever trending song seemed most “hard” at the moment. He just didn’t get it, it seemed like generic gym motivation content. Two months into this internship season, and this might be the most nothingburger case he’s handled. How could this be politically relevant? Going home was his respite. Thankfully his internship paid for his rent for the duration of the internship, letting him live in a nice apartment for the summer. He just has to keep the internship, which should be no problem. He’d never say it outright, but Finn knew he was dedicated and smart. That’s why he was the only intern they recruited for three seasons at a row at this point. Changing the world for the better by understanding, was what he said in his interview. Bridging divides and making connections. Solving the social issues of our time. Creating acceptance and good for the world that would transform the headlines in the news into positive ones. But increasingly discouraged by the lack of change despite his efforts, the news never changed. Even as Finn turned on the TV and switched it to the news channel, he was feeling like it might be a lil futile. What good was this data? He knew where he stood, but he wondered if it was a combination of boredom and frustration that influenced his growing apathy towards change. “We’re coming to you live from the city,” the news anchor announced. “Today we are doing a deep dive on the so-called ‘Green Wave.’ Could it impact the future of Gen Gamma? Or will it end up be—” Finn groaned and shut the TV off. Even at home he couldn’t escape his work. However he knew the news was clearly overreacting as always, sensationalizing something that would turn out to be an unpopular, fringe online community. As he idly thought about what he should get for dinner, he scrolled through Extergram, trying to see if his friends were doing anything. He had a dry feed and instead went to check his own profile, looking over his old memories and pictures with friends. He should check in on a couple of them. Finn took no time in video calling Tyler. He picked up immediately, his face popping up and his voice, a bit deeper and more monotone than Finn remembered, boomed through his phone’s speakers. “Heeeyy, it’s been forever! What’s up, man?” His voice had a weirdly familiar inflection that was definitely different from how he talked before, but Finn wasn’t entirely sure where to place it. But Finn’s attention was directed elsewhere. Absent in the frame of the video feed was Tyler’s shoulders, which were pushed out of sight but framed his newly slightly muscled frame, covered only by a loose shirt with its sleeves and sides cut out, showcasing the edges of his lats and pecs. Finn couldn’t believe it — Tyler had gone through a crazy transformation, looking less like the scrawny nerd he left him and more like the athlete his father wished he’d been. What happened to him since Finn had left for the internship just two months ago? “Helllooo. Shit, am I lagging or something?” Finn shook his head as he pulled himself out of his thoughts. “I’m here! I’m here,” Finn said, trying to take in the sight. He could barely articulate, being distracted at what his friend had become. “Hi. Sorry I’ve been so busy; I was bored since I finally had some time to kill and thought I’d call. I’d ask how you are, but you look like you’ve been doing… good. Real good.” Cutting through Finn’s awkward chuckle, a grin stretched across Tyler’s face. “Oh man, you mean this?” The camera got tilted to the right as Tyler’s arm flung up into a flexing pose, a prominent bicep peak straining against his skin as veins bulged around. His face came back into view as he relaxed his arm, an irritating cocky expression on his face. “Phew. Yeah, I kinda started hitting the gym while you were doing your thing in the big city.” His words carried an uncharacteristically brash energy. Finn’s jaw almost dropped at the sight. Where the hell did this come from? Despite the weird shift in his attitude, Finn had to admit Tyler was looking good. “Damn. Did your dad finally get to you?” Tyler laughed. “Not exactly. I just decided to stop being a bitch and start getting tough.” The expression on Finn’s face shifted a little, his brow slowly raising with his smile not as strong. “You know you could’ve just said you wanted to get stronger.” Finn was not amused. “Hey, it’s just a joke,” Tyler said playfully. “No yeah, that’s the one. I mean, there were like a bunch of reasons though, like I got a job at the gym and I kinda got swept up in…” “...The ‘Green Wave’?” Tyler’s eyes widened before he brought the camera closer to his face, looking around before speaking again, as if he wasn’t home alone at this time of day. “Yooo…” His voice was lower, like he was trying not to let anyone else hear. “You’re in that too? You gonna go full Gamma, bro?” He was talking like Finn knew what he was talking about. The look in Tyler’s eyes made it look like he was begging for validation, hoping that Finn was one of “them.” Who “them” was exactly was still unknown to Finn, but his catch-up call was turning out more relevant than he realized it would be. “I… I just heard about it a couple days ago,” Finn lied, trying to maintain a cool tone and contain his immediate urge to go on with a barrage of questions. “I think I wanna look more into it but don’t know much… But it sounds like you know more than me.” “Nah, I don’t know much,” Tyler said, relaxing a little bit. “I just got into it a few months ago. I’m just hyped I finally met someone else who can understand my Hulkhood journey, bro.” “A few months ago?” Ignoring the weird terminology popping up again, Finn tried to chart out the timeline. This meant that he must’ve gotten hooked… “Like a little before you left, I started getting Green Wave stuff on my TikKot and Britter feeds. I thought it was a bunch of bullshit, so I used to just scroll past it as soon as I could recognize what it was…” Tyler shook his head and grinned, as if he was recalling naivete. “Just a few days after you left for the big city, my feeds were completely swamped with the Green Wave. I tried avoiding social media for a couple days but I decided I should just check some of these people out. Understand what they’re saying so I knew what I was up against.” Finn interjected. “But it didn’t turn out that way.” “Nah, bro. I finally sat down and scrolled through. At first it was just dumb, filler shit. Then I started seeing more and I started understanding… Even though I hated them at the beginning, I just realized I didn’t fully disagree with them. Then I realized they kinda opened my eyes in a different way. Like fuck, they’re right, there’s a Hulk inside me waiting to be unleashed…” Finn shifted uncomfortably as he saw Tyler stare off into the distance, biting his lip, his arm moving in a way that suggested him adjusting a half-hard dick. (Or was that just Finn’s imagination?) “Remember how I got hired at the gym and they never gave me a schedule? I guess I was a seasonal hire and didn’t realize it, ‘cause the next week they finally had me working in the gym. And that’s also when I actually started working out too. By Wednesday I’d woken up to the sound of my Gamma Protein being delivered to my door.” “That’s a fast change.” “That’s what my dad said.” A smirk came across Tyler’s face. “Imagine the look on his face when he saw me walking in and finally noticing the gains. The growth. I told him I was serious about this shit. He sent me some Green Wave videos he didn’t even realize was Green Wave stuff, which just cemented this shit for me even more. We started bonding again, to be honest. Bro, he ordered me a tub of the Gamma Labs protein powder, and it came in yesterday.” “That’s it?” Finn tried to imagine himself witnessing the changes in real time, but it all still seemed a bit too unrealistic. Too drastic. Tyler nodded. “Look, I don’t give a fuck what everyone else says, bro. They’re just haters. They just don’t understand what it feels to finally be free and know it.” Finn grimaced at the wording. “You make it sound almost like a cult.” “It’s not, I swear! It’s just opened my eyes, a little, you know?” “What is it, then? Like what exactly is the Green Wave?” “It’s just…” “Just what?” “I don’t know how to explain it, bro.” “Well try! How can you not explain it after 3 months?” Finn’s neutral, friendly tone broke for a moment, sounding more forceful and irritated. Tyler just chuckled before taking a hard look at Finn, almost studying him. “Look man, if you’re that curious, you gotta check it out yourself. I think you’ll resonate with it, bro.” Finn could’ve sworn Tyler’s brown eyes looked a lil green as the light hit them. He blinked, and the green was gone. After the call, Finn got dinner: some spicy tofu dish and fresh greens from the Chinese place around the corner. The whole time, Finn couldn’t stop thinking about his chat with Tyler. It just seemed a little strange that Tyler had slipped into it and changed so quickly. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to get sucked in just by watching some random videos online. That’s not to say that Tyler didn’t seem happy or like he was taking care of himself, it’s just… A weird shift. He was missing something. When he went to bed that night, it weighed on his mind. This didn’t seem very interesting at first, but seeing Tyler talk and carry himself the way he did seemed a little sobering. He did want to understand. As he laid there, earbuds in, he decided to do a deep dive once again. He pulled up his burner account on TikKot once again, hoping that maybe a couple more scrolls could illuminate his friend’s motivations now. Instead, Finn was disappointed to find that his new scrolls weren’t bringing up anything new — just the same kind of generic motivation edits and short videos of people trying to show off their progress in the gym. There was nothing new. Nothing interesting. Nothing provocative. And so he eventually slipped into his sleep. It was too boring. With his earbuds still inside, the noise of his feed continued to fill his ears, dumping its cacophony unprocessed. Words whispered into his ears began to sound like Tyler’s voice, echoing what he said before: “a Hulk inside waiting to be unleashed…” — “GET THE FUCK OFF YOUR ASS AND START MOVING, LITTLE BITCH.” The loud, bass-y voice suddenly blared in his ears, startling him out of a deep sleep and back to consciousness. Finn nearly had a heart attack. He immediately pulled his earbuds out and threw them across his bed. Palming and massaging his face with both hands, trying to rouse himself awake, he struggled to reorient himself. He felt well rested yet restless. Looking down, feeling a dampness around his neck and chest, he was shocked to see his shirt was actually drenched, as if he’d run a marathon in his sleep. And at the back of his head, a hazy, tingly sensation as he tried to shake the ‘sleep’ off. Feeling around his bed, he finally picked up his concerningly warm phone, playing a short clip from some podcast on TikKot. Then he looked down at the caption — tagged with #greenwave — and username behind the clip — “Intelligencia Pod”. He didn’t see this account yesterday despite his diligent searching and decided to screenshot it for his later reference. “Geez, I must have left it on auto-scroll all night…” Finn muttered. Then he looked to see his phone’s battery — at an abysmal 11% — and the time, evoking a horrendous horror — “Holy fuck, I’m already 6 minutes late?” Finn rushed to beat the clock. He typically had a whole morning routine and never missed it. Now, he had to skip it, instead rushing to brush his teeth and wash his face, foregoing the shower in favor of cologne and body spray he never even knew he had, and quickly throwing on the first clothes he could find before making his way to the office. What he didn’t notice as he rushed in the bathroom, was his phone, still open to TikKot, scrolling on automatic once again, passing a few seemingly ordinary clips. Maybe if Finn had lingered a while longer he would’ve noticed words flashing on the screen, with binaural beats and subliminals pulsating through the speakers. — Today was going to be a long day. “Are you okay, Finn?” He looked up to see Marty, his mentor popping by his desk for the fourth time that day. Finn tried to dust himself off, an attempt to make himself look more presentable in spite of his disheveled experience. “Yeah, yeah, I’m great. Why?” “Just checking,” Marty said. “You just came in late, looking a lil rough this morning. I’d never seen you show up like that.” “Yeah, I’m fine. Just, uh… Just overslept my alarms a little bit. I really am fine, though.” “Really?” It was true. Despite his bad start to the day, Finn was strangely feeling more energetic and eager to seize the day. He hadn’t felt this motivated in months. The only issue was that with the energy seemed to be a lack of focus. He was getting distracted from his work, his mind and fingers always making their way to TikKot on his phone before he stopped himself. Marty gave Finn a long hard look before he sighed. “You know what? Take the afternoon off.” Finn’s head snapped over. “Take the afternoon off?” “You’re one of the best interns this firm has ever had, and the longest one we’ve ever retained. It’s beyond worrying to see a bright star like you so off your game today.” “But I need the hours! Seriously, I’m fine,” Finn protested. “I can clean myself up for the rest of the day. I need to be here.” Marty shook his head. “You can stay til lunch, but I want you to rest. Don’t worry about your hours — consider it a fully paid half day. You deserve a break, kid.” With the rest of his day cleared, Finn was left with nothing to do. It was only at this point he’d started to realize that his life was empty; his weekday cycle was just waking up, working, eating, then sleeping. He hadn’t a clue of what to do til he stepped into the breakroom. He was idly pacing around the room as he contemplated grabbing one of the donuts left out by one of his coworkers when he jumped at the sound of the door creaking open. In a panic, he scrambled to look like he was in the middle of some meaningful action, maybe about to grab a donut, before he saw who was at the door. Walking in was a guy not much older than Finn, standing much taller than him at 6’2”, his dark sandy blond hair cut to a short cropped undercut, his cool gray eyes wandering around the room before settling on Finn. His stoic expression shifted to accommodate a slight grin as he nodded to the intern. His plain office-appropriate shirt and tie did little to conceal the young man’s physique, only sparing spectators the details of the precise angles of his muscle insertions while betraying the shape and density of his muscles. “‘Sup, Finn,” he said plainly. “Hi Brian,” Finn muttered. Brian had been brought on as the firm’s newest junior associate just as the internship season had picked up, hired straight out of college somewhere in South Carolina. Finn hadn’t paid him much mind at all, barely prodding anyone with questions and never questioning how little the two crossed paths, if they’d even see each other. He wasn’t one for stereotypes, but Finn just thought Brian had that look to him that said they wouldn’t quite… align, so to speak. Brian looked like the type of guy that would be on the other side of his issues. Coupled with his apparent lack of enthusiasm for progress and his masculine bravado, Finn just steered away. He wasn’t his kind of crowd. But today, Finn was ogling him. He felt drawn to him. “So, uh… You’re grabbing a donut, huh?” “Nah.” Brian walked past him to the office fridge and opening it. “Just getting some protein in.” He reached in and pulled out a bottle of Gamma Labs Mass Milk, with its unassuming white packaging and a deep green cap. “Right.” Finn sheepishly withdrew his hand, as if not to let his habits offend the gymgoer in the room. A distinct snap sounded through the room as Brian quickly and forcefully opened the bottle. “So you taking an early lunch?” Finn shook his head and lightly chuckled. “No, I… Well, Marty let me take the rest of the day off. I’m just hanging out in here before I go.” He shuffled to the side, allowing a clear path from Brian to the door. “Oh! Sweet,” Brian said simply. Finn was waiting for him to leave, but the tall associate instead pulled a chair beside him, angling it towards Finn before sitting in it. His legs were spread casually, his left elbow resting on the table looking up at Finn. It felt like Brian was fucking with him honestly, but Finn was feeling confused more than anything. Why is this guy entertaining a conversation with him? Brian took a gulp of milk, a loud ‘glug’ sound unnerving Finn. “So what’s your plan for the rest of the day?” “I don’t know. I don’t really do much since the internship usually takes up so much time…” Finn felt so awkward talking. Even as he did, his eyes were glued to Brian setting the milk bottle down as he tilted his thick neck, stretching it and showing off the striations of his subtle traps — then lifting an arm to scratch the back of his head, as his white shirt slightly tightened around his biceps and shoulders before he relaxed. “Really?” Brian leaned forward, letting Finn take in the broadness and width of his shoulders and the way his shirt hugged his chest. “You look like you’d have a lot of hobbies. I thought a guy like you would be like… a painter or some shit.” The mild stereotyping would’ve ordinarily annoyed Finn, but he had no place to talk since he categorized Brian as one of those entitled jock types. “Well I used to skate, but I…” Finn watched the slight flex of Brian’s bicep as he went to take another gulp of his milk. He hated that he was noticing all of this right now, but with Brian just there in his sight, he just couldn’t help but notice. He ended up wondering if… “I… gotta hit the gym.” “Huh.” Brian’s eyes lit up at Finn’s words, and he stopped himself from taking another sip. He looked Finn up and down, almost studying him. “I never took you for someone who lifts. That sleeper build must be fucking crazy, dude.” It took a moment for Finn to fully process what Brian was implying before he exclaimed, “No, no, no. I mean like... I’m interested in maybe starting to hit the gym. Not that it’s on my schedule. It’s just been on his mind, like maybe I should start going…” Finn’s brown eyes were wide as he talked. He honestly didn’t know what he was talking about himself — what he was saying was a total fabrication just to make himself seem relatable or on the same level. But he’s usually not afraid to say it: that’s not his crowd. “That’s what’s up,” Brian affirmed, his voice taking on a more casual and irritatingly familiar fratty cadence. He kept his eyes locked on Finn, looking him up and down before speaking again. “Hey, uh. I’m gonna be off in a couple hours actually. If you’re down for it, you could come to my gym.” Panic. “No, it’s okay,” Finn said quickly. “I’m heading home after this, I’m down by 87th and 52nd…” “That’s perfect!” Brian’s eyes lit up even more. “I go to Phelps Fitness on 87th and 50th. It’s the one that used to be Energy Gym, but some chain bought it out.” “But for me — I just don’t know if it’s for me. Like I’ve never even touched a weight,” Finn tried to reason. His bashfulness was genuine, and he was quickly realizing he should’ve just admitted that he didn’t give a fuck about the gym. Brian instead took it as a challenge. “That’s just fear, dude. Fear is what keeps men like you and me from reaching our potential.” He stood up as he crushed the rest of the milk. “Come on! You said you were interested. Just tag along, I can show you a couple workouts, then you can decide whether or not it’s for you. Deal?” This was far from anything Finn would seek out for himself. He’s a proud bookworm, armed with political theory and psychology. After all, the pen is mightier than the sword. Plus he has his fill of physical activity in his walks around the city. But in the back of his head, a voice was pushing him to try — plus he had no excuse not to. Finn couldn’t place exactly why he felt uncomfortable feeling the urge, or where the urge had come from. Years of lack of interest suddenly flipped to a cautious interest. Not that there was anything wrong with it. It’s good to want to be stronger after all. Finn looked up to Brian. “Sure,” he said, looking a little confused by his own decision. Something inside told him this was the right choice. “Yeah, I guess it wouldn’t hurt.” Brian grinned. “Hell yeah. Alright, I’ll message you or something. I’ll be out in a couple hours and let you know.” He extended his hand. Finn awkwardly reached forward to shake it, just for his business shake being subverted by Brian dapping him up before he left the room. All alone in the breakroom once again, Finn began to agonize over the idea of scrawny him struggling to bench just 10 pounds. A part of him wanted to be able to bench 10,000.
  25. TubokuZumuru

    The Professional Tease

    I noticed a bit of mistake, in page 2, Henry friend name was Ray, but now his name is Roy.
  26. ploder4

    The Weatherman. Part 13 added 3/24

    I would kinda like to see Hank taken down a peg or two by Sam and/or Joe. I think Sam needs a little more empowerment but especially Joe.
  27. arpeejay

    The Weatherman. Part 13 added 3/24

    Exactly! When all four of them are over 500 lbs. MAYBE think about slowing it down!
  28. ploder4

    The Weatherman. Part 13 added 3/24

    Why stop at 840?
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