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I reached over and dug my thick, strong fingers slowly into the concrete – making sure the sound was loud enough to frighten the group of guys standing in front of me. They watched – amazed, scared shitless, and I’m sure a little turned on – as I forced my hands down into the cement at the base of the three story building beside me. I was standing at the corner of the structure – having caught them in a dead-end alley. They had run like hell after I picked up an SUV and tossed it into the air out of sight and then easily caught it when it came barreling back to earth. I loved it best when other guys provoked a fight – thinking my muscles were just for show. The thrill also came from shocking the crap out of cocky guys who figured they were going to dispose of me easily. And when it was a group of five or more – like tonight – well; that just got me more excited. The sound of a building being ripped apart can be pretty intense – who would’ve known. I watched, along with my captive foes, as cracks shot up the side of the building far above where my hands were doing their destruction. Suddenly, a humongous chunk of the building – concrete, girders, sheetrock and more came ripping away in my hands. I was easily lifting a massive corner of a building. “Fuck, I’d say this is a good two tons or more, fellas. Look how easy it is for me to hold this giant chunk of concrete and steel above my head. Here, catch!” I acted like I was going to toss the entire slab of an abandoned warehouse in their direction. The five of them screamed loudly, crouched down, and covered their heads. I threw the heavy thing up in the air slightly and then caught it again, laughing hard at their reaction. “Scared the shit out of you boys, didn’t I? Oh, you certainly decided to pick on the wrong dude, tonight, guys. Maybe I should just set this pile of debris on your bodies slowly – just to hear the sound of you being crushed by the weight. Yeah, that might be fun. Almost as much fun as watching you five run away at full speed and I simply had to skip a little to catch up with you. You should have seen the looks on your faces when you noticed I was standing in front of you. I could have gotten here so much sooner than you that I could have ordered and finished a pizza by the time you arrived. But we’ll save that for another time. Right now, let’s have some fun with this chunk of building. How about a little rock and sand shower, fellas?” I, again, tossed the heap of demolished warehouse into the air and then swung my super strong arm upward, punching the chunk of concrete and steel with my powerful fist. Instantly the entire thing shattered into millions of tiny piece of rock, steel, and sand – showering all of us with something that felt like a rain. I was impressed with my own abilities – and then I noticed that each guy was cowering with their eyes shut. As they felt the dust like debris hitting them they opened their eyes and were immediately amazed at what I had done. “Hey, big dude, we’re really sorry we bothered you. Why don’t you just let us go?” It was the leader of the troop speaking. He had been the one that had requested I hand over my wallet and watch when they had first approached me. I had simply said no and he had told me that my answer was incorrect and that I would be sorry for it. I could hear the fear in his voice now, though, as he pleaded with me for their release. He was trying to act all butch for his little gang, but it was clear to me that I scared the bee-Jesus out of him. “Let you go. Why would I do that? Did you even give me an option when you demanded I hand over to you my personal belongings? Did it even cross your mind to be gentle with me when your thugs here smacked me on the head with wine bottles and beat me with lead pipes? Granted, the bottles shattered and the bars were bent senseless against my body - but you didn’t know that when you attacked, now did you? No, little pathetic men, I’m not going to let you go. I’ll tell you right now that I’m not going to kill you – well, unless it happens by accident, sometimes I don’t know my own strength – but I am going to have a lot of fun with each and every one of you. Your little attempted mugging has given me permission to use your little bodies as my playthings. I am so in the mood for scaring the shit out of some supposed macho dudes and you fit the bill perfectly. You’re all in such deep trouble and you don’t even know it. There’s no limit to the things I can come up with to wreck havoc on all of you. You see, little men, I’m stronger than Superman – and he’s a fictional character – I could beat his ass easily. If I took a deep breath and exhaled I could blow the five of you through that building and easily send you through five blocks of buildings, but that’s not my style. I like it nice and slow – to see how freaked out each of you get.” It was wild how quickly each man grasped that I could do all the things I said. I could smell the fear permeating from each of them. I know it sounds cruel and some people would want me to lose somehow, but those people didn’t realize how these five had terrorized the neighborhood for a long while. I had watched and learned. I knew everything about them. They didn’t care who they hurt – elderly women, young kids, but their favorite targets were gay guys. I’m sure some therapist would have had a field day as to why they acted this way, but it didn’t matter at the time. It was just the moment when they needed to learn a lesson. They were going to jail, of course, but not before I had a lot of fun with each of them first. “Listen, big man, how much money do you want to let us go. I can get you anything you want. I’ve got about ten thousand on me right now. Just name your price.” “Money? You just don’t get it do you, asshole? I could rip a fucking ATM out of the wall and then easily pull it in two to get any amount of money I cared to have, but that’s not what I want. You can’t buy me, dude. I just want to play with you and your little gang until I’ve satisfied my muscle itch. Tearing out a chunk of building is pretty easy for me, man. That was like a little appetizer and I’m hoping to have a few more appetizers before I go home. Here, let me again show you what I mean.” I placed one of my big hands on the side of a large metal dumpster near us. I then started pressing in. Because of the width of my hand and the power in my arm the entire side of the metal frame started caving in. It was like I was shoving in a flimsy cardboard box. The huge dumpster basically gave me no resistance. I compacted the thing into something as narrow as ironing board – the piece of junk barely standing upright on its wheels. The screeching of metal was glorious to hear – causing all of the men to get even more frightened, which had been my goal. “Little dude, I just smashed a dumpster into something as thin as your scrawny body. Damn, that felt good. Did you hear how that metal screamed as I crushed the shit out of it? Imagine the noise you’d make if I did that to your chest. Look at my big paw print in the middle of that piece of junk. I guess you guys have picked up that I’m a super man that doesn’t have any inner turmoil about my incredible strength. Nope, no conflicted self-esteem here, fellas. I love being freakishly powerful. As a matter of fact it excites me to no end to show off my superior abilities. Watching you guys nearly pass out from seeing me do amazing things is like really good foreplay. Demolishing a dumpster is really cool and everything, but it’s when I use my strength against guys that think they’re tough, but they’re really just pathetic weaklings, that I get most excited. Here, let’s do a little bowling without a ball.” My big fist flew into the air and then came pummeling down into the ground with tremendous force. As soon as my fingers connected with the asphalt below the entire block shook ferociously. Giant cracks zig-zagged all over the area and all five guys instantly fell to the ground. Everything rumbled for a good forty-five seconds and the small guys couldn’t keep their balance for anything. I noticed my fist was sunk about a foot into the alley floor. “What’s the matter fellas, a little muscle man tremor made you fall down and go boom? Damn, that’s still super fun to do. I wonder if I could actually make a few buildings fall down if I hit even harder. That would be awesome. Maybe I could make that big wall behind crumble down on top of you. Would you like to see that, little men?” I knew I was being obnoxious, but I couldn’t help it. I was too jacked-up by my own strength. This happened every now and then – I just needed a night of going crazy with my power and talking smack with some cocky thugs. Wrapping thick metal bars around their bodies, tossing them to the top of streetlights, crushing the roof of their car down so they were pinned inside and stuff like that just seemed to give me a muscle fix for a few weeks. Watching them turn all bug-eyed when I did something super spectacular, which was actually something really simple for me, was just too much fun to pass up. Their legs right now didn’t know whether the ground was still shaking from my powerful punch or from their fear. It was like when you got off a boat and still felt the ocean motion for a few hours. They were all standing again, but they were a-wobbling. There was just something about watching the fear level in them rise that got me so turned on. I knew I could take on a thousand men and still only use a fraction of my strength, but having a small group like this made it easier for me to enjoy their reactions. I could sense how panicked they were becoming and that only fueled me on even more. “Who wants to be twisted like a corkscrew, fellas? Come on, don’t be shy. I’d like to grab one of you by the feet and head and just start wringing you out like a wet dishcloth. What? No takers. Okay, we’ll just have to find something else to do. How about a little batting practice?” I walked over and grabbed a discarded ancient radiator that was leaning against a wall in the alley. I casually started compressing the thing in on itself as I walked back, not even realizing I was squeezing the shit out of thick heavy metal. I just needed something to make a ball out of and it was the closest thing. It took me no time at all to demolish the steel contraption and re-shape it into a round mass of junk. Again, the sound of something so indestructible being easily manhandled made the alleyway reverberate with screeching noises mixed in with gasps from the puny onlookers. It barely registered that I was doing something powerful – I was too busy looking for a bat. I finally noticed a thick water pipe running along the outside one of the buildings about twenty feet above on the wall. I easily jumped up, grabbed the metal tubing and wrenched it from the wall, snapping a big piece of it off as I came back down to earth. My hand had merely squished one end and ripped it apart – as if it were just a stick of licorice. I then yanked the other end from where it was bolted into another pipe – as easily as pulling a Kleenex from box. My ‘bat’ was about ten feet long and as thick as a big man’s thigh. The radiator was now the size of a bowling ball and I made it look as light as a feather as I tossed it up and down on my big palm. Setting up my little muscle-made ball game had taken about two minutes and the small crowd in front of me was frozen in awe. Shit, I loved it when grown men were so stunned that they couldn’t move – barely even able to take a breath. The leader of the group somehow was still able to speak. “You must be from the devil.” “Or maybe I’m an angel. Either way, I’m strong as hell. I’d duck if I were you, little fellas. I’m about to hit a homerun.” I gave them little warning, but they could clearly see what I intended to do. They all hit the ground faster than a speeding bullet. Each of them, however, did not take their eyes off of me. I tossed the compacted radiator into the air and swung the big pipe back a little. With most of my strength I brought the steel tube barreling forward and when it connected with the dropping radiator there was a boom that sounded like a small explosion. Immediately the superman-made ball rocketed forward and took a huge chunk out of the wall behind the men. It continued to shoot through multiple walls of the building across from me, shot out the other side, and then powered through three or four other structures in its way. It was too dark to actually see how far the thing travelled, but I had a feeling it was lodged in something about ten blocks away. My muscles were on fire with pleasure. I loved how powerful I looked from such a simple action. I had knocked holes through maybe a hundred walls with just one strong whack from my big arms. I desperately needed to intimidate the cowering men a little more. I reached up, grabbed the front of my shirt, and ripped it off my body with one solid yank. The sucking in of air and gasps from my captured group pleased me to no end. I decided to up the ante a little more and I forced my body to start sweating. I hadn’t exerted enough energy to perspire, but I knew I could simply will big beads of salty water to break out all over my arms and chest. I figured it would enhance the beauty for my forced followers. They deserved to see my bulging muscles shining in the soft glare of the streetlights. The reaction on their faces was priceless. They seemed to finally grasp just how powerful I was, now that they were able to see all of my enormous hard mounds clearly. As they each stood back up I saw a mixture of lust and fear – just the kind of look that got my motor running. I decided it was time to toy with them directly – something that always thrilled me even more. “Hey Mr. Leader-Man, I think I’ll give you a ringside seat for a little action. We’ll save you for later on. You’ll enjoy the show from the nosebleed section as I take care of the rest of your gang.” I held the metal pipe over my head an easily bent it into a ‘u’ shape. I then caught the group’s leader in the curved part of the thing and pulled him towards me. I spun the bent tube around him so the two ends were pointing out beyond his back. I then twisted the two ends together – capturing his arms against his body and tightening it so much that he was trapped securely. I left him room to breathe, but there was no way he was escaping until I untwisted the thing. He cried out a little when I lifted him off the round and put the twisted ends of the pipe against a wall. I pushed in and loved how the pipe just shoved its way into concrete. I basically created a giant eyehook and slammed the guy about eight feet off the ground – so he could watch what was coming next. “Shit, little dude, it’s going to take some heavy machinery to finally get you out of my little contraption. It was nothing for me to wrap that big pipe around your body and then slam you into the wall. You’re like a little alley decoration. I think, later on, I’ll do the same with all of your little gang – just to freak the police out when they come. They’ll have no idea what could have put all of you in this fun little prison and they’ll never believe it when you say it was some guy. Damn, look at what my power can do – your legs are just dangling way above the ground and you can’t move at all. Oh, I’m good . . . real good. Now for some real fun. Hey, leader man, choose one of your little minions here to come over and punch me in the face. I want to show you what true power is.” Every man seemed to immediately cower – each hoping to disappear into the wall behind him. Even the ringleader was unusually quiet. I waited patiently, forcing myself to sweat a little more and tensing all of my muscles just to help the intimidation factor to increase. The silence seemed to frighten everyone even more. I loved how I could scare smaller men without even doing a fucking thing. It was clear they all now knew what my muscles could do. They had underestimated me and that’s exactly what I had wanted. Now they feared me more than anything – god, what a rush that was. I glared at the men and finally let my gaze shift upward to the boss-man hanging defenseless from the wall. He looked petrified. I growled when I spoke – just to jack up the intensity even more. “Choose one of them, little man!” “Zeke, take your best shot.” I smiled. The leader had spoken and a rather large guy stepped sheepishly forward. I was surprised I hadn’t noticed him before. He was actually a big dude. It was going to be fun not feeling his punch at all. I felt a little sorry for the pain m chin was going to cause his hand. He came a little closer and I loved how powerful his forearms looked. Damn, it was going to be awesome overpowering this dude. Zeke rolled up his sleeve a little and then pulled his arm back. Suddenly, my body was flying through the air and I was knocking down walls as I traveled through seven consecutive buildings landing a couple of blocks away. It took me a second to register what had happened. My cock shot instantly hard and I actually felt a little pain in my chin. I sat up and glanced back through the holes in the walls between Zeke and me. I saw the big man smiling from afar and realized the dude must be strong like me. This excited and challenged me at the same time. I shook the debris off of my sweaty body and thought, “Fuck, this is going to be great!” I leapt off the ground and zoomed toward the big man, rocketing back through the holes my huge body had made. Zeke, however, had anticipated this and had grabbed the end of the dumpster I had crushed. He swung hard as soon as I got within hitting range and he sent my body flying into the air. I felt like a baseball being hit out of the ballpark. I landed with a thud about a half a mile away – tearing up a large chunk of the ground when I landed. The pain was minimal and it was also intoxicating. Since I had never met anyone that could even dream of challenging me it was thrilling to realize I was going to be able to let go with all of my power on this guy. I could feel my juices hitting their boiling point just from the anticipation of fighting someone as strong as me. God, I was pretty sure I was going to explode way before the fight was over. Super-power fighting was going to be better than sex – I just knew it. I easily leapt back to the alleyway, just in time to see Zeke lowering the ringleader from the wall and easily unbending the mangled pipe I had wrapped around the guy. The sight of him undoing my handiwork made me very happy. Everyone felt the ground shake when I landed. I think they were also pretty impressed with the crater I created in the asphalt. There was a moment of mutual appreciation between Zeke and me. I knew he was feeling all the same emotions and desires as I was – but he was also a foe. “Surprised the shit out of you, didn’t we big man?” said the ringleader. “You see, all of this wasn’t by accident. We’ve been watching your handiwork for months – just biding our time for when we could get you alone and have Zeke, here, teach you a lesson. He did a good job of hiding his super powers, didn’t he? Zeke’s a strong boy, but sometimes he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed – kind of like you musclehead. If you had been on the top of your game you might have anticipated our little plan, but you just like showing off too much. It is going to be fun watching you suffer, dude. Earthquake, Zeke!” The big man copied my action from earlier and punched the ground as hard as he could. I immediately fell to my knees because of the shaking. The wall of the building behind me crumbled down on top of me. It wasn’t like the huge chunks of concrete and steel hurt me in any way, but it was kind of obnoxious to be buried in the rubble. The magnitude of the shock gave me an unanticipated thrill. I loved the fact that big Zeke could do that. Man, it was awesome knowing there was another guy like me. I had been careful all my life – always being told stuff like “You can’t play hard, you’ll hurt the other boys,” or “Don’t use so much strength when you shake hands - you tend to break bones.” I got the distinct feeling that I had met someone who could take the brunt of my full power – and that thought excited me beyond my wildest dreams. It had never crossed my mind that I would have a capable adversary, so I just always filled my playtime by showing off my strength with smaller and weaker men. The idea that Zeke was going to be able to match me muscle for muscle made my heart and my cock swell. I used my powerful legs to blast from the pile of destroyed wall and pummeled into Zeke’s chest with both of my fists. It seemed like the dude had actually thought the debris would keep me down and I caught him off guard. I sent his body flying – easily taking out two light poles and a US mailbox down street on the corner. I also heard the air get knocked out of him. When he stood up I could see that he was smiling at me. This was thrilling him, too. There was a small Volkswagen Bug parked on the side of the road at the end of the alley and he easily hoisted the thing in the air and sent it flying at me with so much speed I barely had time to jump out of the way. With a loud bang the thing got lodged in the thick concrete wall behind me – about six feet off the ground. I got goose bumps all over my body when I looked at the destroyed vehicle sticking out from the building. Zeke definitely had some power in him – maybe even strength that rivaled mine. I thought about him making pretzels out of steel girders, punching busses so hard that they slid miles down the highway, crushing big boulders between his forearm and biceps, and stuff like that. I was so energized by our little confrontation I didn’t realize how much he was turning me on. Suddenly the big guy was in front of me, but I had anticipated his move and had already dug my hand into the bottom of the Volkswagen. With one huge tug I yanked the vehicle from the wall and arched it in the air as I swung my arm. I brought the roof of the car down on Zeke’s head and watched – thrilled beyond belief – as his body stayed stiff and tall – easily bursting through the top and bottom of the car. The guy’s frame literally poked a hole through the tiny Bug like it was a piece of paper. I used so much force that the car was flattened as soon as it hit the pavement, but Zeke still stood in his place – his hair maybe got messed up a little, but that was all. Ripping through the vehicle had also caused his shirt to be torn from his body. I felt myself immediately start to leak a little pre-cum when I gazed at the man’s unclothed muscular torso. We were so alike in our hugeness. The dude’s body was bulging in all the same places. And the big smile across his face was so familiar – it was just like the one that would bust out across my own mug when I would do something powerful. We were like twins separated at birth. We also clearly understood each other in a way that no one else could possibly comprehend. Suddenly the big man was right in front of me and his huge arms wrapped around my arms and torso in a crushing bear hug. I was able to get my own arms around his thick mid-section and started squeezing at the same time. We were two giants engaged in a power grip-off, knowing full well that neither of us could win. As I squeezed the dude with all my might I was overcome with admiration. “I’ve never met a man as strong as me, Zeke.” “I was thinking the same thing.” “I can usually crush a four foot thick concrete pillar with less pressure than I’m using on you now.” “And I usually snap oak trees in two with lighter squeezes.” “Speaking of oak trees, Zeke, it feels like something that big is turning hard between your powerful thighs.” “It only matches that third leg of yours that’s bulging against my crotch, big man.” “I’m so fucking turned on by your strength, dude.” “I’ve been raging hard ever since you ripped out that huge chunk of building earlier. That was awesome.” “Imagine us tearing down an entire city block just from foreplay, Zeke.” “Oh shit, man, you gotta shut up or I’m going to explode.” I brought my face into his and we kissed like two savage beasts tearing into one another. We were still squeezing the crap out of each other, but now it was just loving, super-strong hugs. I had never been kissed like that before – so manly and so powerful. If I had smashed my face into some little guy with that much force I would have crushed every bone, but it felt like a strong tickle to Zeke. Our stubbly beards rubbed together like thick sandpaper and that turned me on even more. The ringleader, however, was not amused. He was standing nearby with the other guys and it was clear he was disgusted. As he spoke we didn’t stop kissing. “Zeke, stop it right now! What are you doing – going soft on me? Has this asshole converted you or something? Seriously, dude, stop sucking face right now. You disgust the…” The asshole didn’t get to finish the sentence. Zeke, without any warning, backhanded the dude and his other cronies with enough force to send them flying into the brick wall a few feet away. My big make-out partner didn’t use enough force to hurt the guys too much, he just wanted to make sure they all went nighty-night and he succeeded. They slammed up against wall, stayed stuck there for a few seconds from the might behind the blow, and then slid down to the ground – out cold. I watched out of the corner of my eye – mainly because it turned me on so much. I noticed Zeke was doing the same thing. Our kiss intensified once the little men were just a pile of unconscious bodies on the ground. I pulled my face back from his. “Impressive.” “I did it to please you.” “And to shut him up.” “Well, that too.” “What should we do with them?” “I have an idea. Go get something heavy. Let’s put the trash where it belongs.” I immediately knew what he planned on doing. I walked up the alley to the main road while Zeke easily gathered the four knocked-out bodies in his strong arms and started heading over to a dumpster that hadn’t been demolished by me. He tossed the four dudes in with the trash and then pulled the top down with a loud bang. When he turned around he smiled, because I was walking up with a Ford Explorer hefted over my head with just one arm. I loved how the feat impressed him. “Much better than a Volkswagen.” “Heavier, that’s for sure. Still, I loved seeing your body burst through the car like it was nothing.” “Anything to make you happy, big man.” I felt a jolt of power shoot to my crotch from his comment. I was like a schoolgirl with a new crush. I placed the huge SUV on top of the dumpster, making sure the tires wedged the thing on so it wouldn’t slide off. Zeke actually pushed on the tires and made the axle bend in – just to make the fit even tighter. I followed suit with the front tires while he did the other rear one. When we were done he thought it would be fun to explain. “This way, it will take longer for the rescuers to get the car off. Just knowing that gives me a little more pleasure. “Nice. Speaking of pleasure, I think I’d like to take out a couple of walls with a super ejaculation. How about you?” “I thought you’d never ask. I think it’d be fun to blast away the roof and walls of this abandoned warehouse. You game?” “Lead on, monster Zeke, lead on.”

Posted in original forum *All characters 18+ The Growth "Contact with the Altair in T minus 2." The systems voice command alerted. Jake looked out through the rescue pod's small window, watching it begin to dock with the large freighter. The pod gently rocked as it positioned itself, making an air tight seal between the two vessels with a faint hiss. "Air lock sealed, boarding permissible." The similar voice added as a green light brightened the door as it slid open. The NASA marine grabbed his gear and stepped through the door channel, cautiously walking into the Altair's loading bay. His laser rifle aimed, looking high and low before each turn and corner, advancing further into the silent haul while avoiding any sudden movements or sounds. Jake progressed through the ships interior, clearing the various rooms he passed. It was when he made it to the mess hall where he thought he could hear something, shuffling of some sort, but not sure exactly what it was...stepping up to the metal door frame he slung himself and his rifle through the door pointing it in the corner with his finger putting pressure on the trigger, only to see three frightened crewmen huddled together. He made a quick glance of the area. "You men alright?" Jake said sternly, as the men could only respond by nodding like timid bobbleheads. He looked around, "Where is it?" One answered, "I..n there," he quietly said in a nervous stammer, pointing to the medical quarter's white painted door. "Wait here and don't make a sound." He ordered, checking his rifle over one more time as he walked up to the door, opening it. Jake had no idea what exactly he was going after, except that it had just killed four men of the Altair's crew, according to the distress call. He was the closest armed vessel in the area that could respond, but didn't bother to wait for a reinforcing crew, unwilling to let whatever it was pick-off the remaining crew members one-by-one. He placed one foot over the door threshold, hearing a squishy sound as he slipped forward with his right leg. Looking down he saw a thick slimy substance that coated the floor, it was almost clear with a slight blue tint to it and not to mention slightly warm. "What the hell?" He reached down and dabbed it with his middle finger, feeling its strange texture rub between his digits when a thick, gooey, rope like arm wrapped around his wrist from above. In an instant reaction he quickly pulled his laser rifle up, firing three shots up towards where he felt the pulling come from while burning holes through the ceiling before it was slapped across the room by another goo rope which also restrained his trigger hand before he could even think about reaching over to release the other. Something wrapped around his waist as it squeezed and lifted him off the floor, slamming his back into the wall behind. He pulled and tugged, desperately trying to free himself but to no avail. "Relax young man...relax." A strange and distorted voice soothed in as a slimy tentacle wrapped around Jake's neck and face, stroking his black buzz cut hair. "Let go you fuckin...aghhh!" He yelled as the tentacles pulled even tighter on his waist and rib cage, increasing the difficulty to breath. "My intent is not to kill you, but if you continue to struggle this will be excruciatingly more painful than it needs to be." Jake tried even harder to release himself, but despite his strength he couldn't overcome the constricting forces around his joints. But his problem only got worse as just then, one of the tentacles lunged forward and through his un-expecting mouth, pulling deep down his throat, causing him to cough and gag. As it settled inside it started to throb and give intermittent squirts of the thick fluid into his stomach just when small prickly hairs poked their way out, releasing tiny spores inside him that would eventually spread to every tissue. The fluid gave a burning sensation in his gut as he felt like he'd just swallowed a handful of needles and having it roll around inside him. Intense screams that would have filled the room were only muffled by the heavily planted tube, making Jake helpless in every way possible. It was persistent in inflicting pain as what felt like an eternity only lasted a few minutes as the mucous tentacle filled Jake with its strange slippery substances. But just as fast as it started, it suddenly released allowing him to the floor in a puddle of the sticky fluid, groaning in pain. Hardly able to turn his head and look up, his hazy vision almost caught a glimpse of the creature that had just assaulted him as it slipped out the crack of the emergency escape hatch, escaping from the ship. Not much more could be done as he went in and out, then finally losing consciousness in the spot he lay. ------------------------------------ "Lieutenant, sir, can you hear me?" A voice said closely as a bright light shined and moved over his face. "Ughh, wh..." Jake only muttered in response, suddenly becoming aware of a massive headache that pounded inside his head. "Ahh, geez.." "It looks like he's coming out of it...go update the charge nurse on the change of status." Another voice added in. "Can you open your eyes all the way for me?" "Ugh, yeah.." Jake blinked the sore lids open as he squinted from the room's heavily lighted atmosphere. "Agh...fuckin' feel like shit." His throat was tender and sore from the slimy insertion, grimacing as he tried to swallow. Lifting his head to look around and seeing all the hospital equipment, blinking lights and various beeps, not the best place to wake up in. "What happened?" Glancing up at the man next to him and seeing his name tag, Dr. Matton. "That's what we were hoping you could tell us....a patrol found you lying unconscious in that freighter which gave central a distress call this morning. But the crew is still scared shitless and won't talk to anyone. And, since then you've been here in the medical frigate for the last eight hours." Matton was listening with his stethoscope. "That's pretty much all we know now, however your vitals were out of control for awhile when you got here...fortunately you didn't slip into a coma, or worse." Pushing himself back in the chair and crossing his arms. "Yet we have no idea what caused your symptoms...all tests were negative." Jake rubbed his hand down his face, "You know doc...I'd tell you if I could remember, but everything's just fog right now." Feeling his light stubble that had grown. "Well, I don't want to interrogate you right now...we're just going to let you rest until we feel that you're safe to leave here without any complications." "Mm, sounds good doc...feels like I just got hit by a loading bus, don't feel like doing much of anything right now." "I'll be back later to check in on you, we'll take you down to the officer's quarters for now." Doctor Matton gave a nod to one of the nurses who then wheeled him down to a large room that was low lit and furnished with a small bed, dresser and shower. Jake jumped up on the soft bed, sighing as he found a comfortable spot and dozed off. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake's eyes blink open again, but this time there was no one there with a bright light, just a nagging twinge he felt in his crotch...it was actually getting a bit worse as the thought about it. Curious to see, he lifted up the bottom of his gown, exposing his toned muscular frame as he looked down at the source of his discomfort. What he saw wasn't reassuring to the least as his testicles appeared to be swollen to the size of two grapefruits, in which his penis looked almost distended and lengthened. "Oh shit.." Poking them causing him quickly draw back as they were ever so tender. "Just what I need, dammit." He looked around for a call button but to find nothing. Painfully, he stood up, which made it feel much worse as the heavy ball sac tugged down with the force of gravity. But the motion seemed to have also excited his love stick as a hefty erection started to form, becoming rock solid as his body's lower head saluted him. It was throbbing and pulsing as he looked down at it, starting to develop a sense of fear realizing that his genitalia could explode. The throbbing became more intense as veins started to pop out and push the skin up just as his nuts swelled even bigger. Jake putting his hands around it, but scared too scared to touch and place any pressure on it. "Nu..nurse!" he tried to yell out but was only dampened by his own shock. "What the hell's happening to me?" It was almost like his cock was thrusting on its own, pulling and straining on his prostate. Just as he was about to call for the nurse again with more augusto, his member had a violent spasm as it shot out a thick jet of cum, striking the bottom of his chin as it splattered and noisily splashed all over the room, a few drops getting into his mouth. The large orgasm left him breathless as he looked down at the monster that had grown between his thighs, its fluid dripping from his chin...when it ejaculated again...this time even bigger, coating his face and upper body with hot male spunk. "Fuck!" Jake was wiping it out from his eye and spitting it out his mouth, squinting as he grabbed part of the bed sheet to clear his face and started to wipe it off his chest, his bigger, fuller chest. Confused, he grabbed his pectorals, one in each hand. They were gently pressing out against his fingers as he felt a light stretch in his skin...they were growing. Looking too he could see that the arms holding them were pumped, even more than he would see after a good hard workout at the gym. He scanned his body, seeing that nothing seemed to be normal right now. Jake's thighs increased their girth; he was able to see each head of his quadriceps filling out, almost like watching water balloons filling up on the kitchen faucet. They expanded as his vastus lateralis wrapped around, giving a beautiful sweep as it met up with his bulbous hamstrings which were thickening up at a comparable rate. The long length of those muscles reached up to the back shelf that is also known as the ass as his glutes poured out from his waist, becoming enormous globes of beef filling the other side of his pelvis, countering the heavy package that was delivered to his front. Down below his calves stretched out, looking like huge turkey drum sticks from the prehistoric age as the muscle tapered down to his ankles...the heads in his gastroc pulled away, giving a deep separation. Jake couldn't believe what was happening to him, it was all happening so fast. His heart race as each beat matched the tempo of his chest expanding. On the sides of his more than meaty chesticles were his shoulders, which looked like someone had literally dug up two giant boulders from the ground and implanted them there. But of course, there were nice striations and separations in each head of deltoid, including the posterior which highly complemented the thickness of his traps, rhomboids and lats. They were getting so big it looked as if they were rolling out from each other and engulfing his neck. Even the muscles running up and down his spine swelled with size as they met up with his already massive ass and traps, above and below. The lieutenant was sweating as the huge amounts of testosterone that were churning in his balls spread throughout his body... growing everything it passed. His arms were getting bigger and bigger, triceps that exploded into horseshoes that would be too big for even the biggest Clydesdale and biceps that went from baseballs to softballs to watermelons. Everything else was growing to perfect proportions, pecs looking like larger than average pillows filled with meat, thighs that were literally as big as concrete supports for light poles in parking lots, an ass that was bigger than two swiss exercise balls put together, and a back that would baffle engineers in ever getting it through a door frame. Jake looked down, but couldn't even see his massive cock and balls anymore...he felt them though, throbbing and slapping against his ripped 10 pac abs that sprouted during the experience. His whole body trembled, still adjusting to the immense size that it had suddenly acquired. Jake thought about lying down on the bed, but he was almost three times the size of it. It was a good thing he wasn't claustrophobic...the room felt incredibly small now as he was even slightly closer to the ceiling. The now massively muscled soldier took his first steps in his new form...incredibly awkward as he ever so slowly waddled to the door, feeling the thick muscles contract. He looked at the door to get out.....no way in hell. Seeing the square call button he pushed it as the little red light flashed against his skin.

Here's another Incredible Hulk fic that I don't think I ever posted here or at the old site. Hope you like and thanks for reading. Hulk Hunter by Alan Thacker The chopper banked hard and the pilot dropped them precipitously into one of the geometric canyons formed by the city’s skeleton. Jared concentrated on steadying himself where he crouched just inside the helicopter’s large, open, side door. He had to hold on tight enough to anchor himself yet not SO hard that he wrenched free the metal hand-holds he was using to brace himself from the aircraft’s aluminum bulkhead. If that happened he’d almost certainly lose his balance and end up, at best, sprawling in an undignified manner across the chopper’s cramped cabin floor. At worst he could plunge out of the pitching crafts door prematurely. Brief, clipped bursts of static bracketed the sound of the pilot’s voice as he communicated with Jared via the tiny earpiece concealed almost entirely within his right ear. “Ground units have a fix. ETA four minutes.” Jared leaned precariously outside the hurtling aircraft, wind buffeted his very dark brown hair, but he kept it so close-cropped that it couldn’t really be said to have ruffled it. He scanned the city-scape in the direction of the chopper’s flight. A new column of dark smoke was making a slanted exclamation point against the sky above some of the lower buildings further out from the city’s center. Jared smirked slightly, wondering what the Hulk-Buster unit had just lost; A Tank? One of their Super-Mandroids maybe. Withdrawing inside, he touched the communication device in his ear. “Drop me off at least two blocks away. I want to approach on foot.” “Roger that.” The pilot acknowledged. Minutes later, the chopper slowed to nearly a stop and came to hover more than three stories off the ground. Taking this as his cue, Jared slipped gracefully over the side of the craft’s cabin-floor. He plunged ground-ward in free-fall for a couple of seconds. On impact, he bent stiffly at the knees and waist, going into a squat in order to absorb most of the kinetic energy of his fall into the muscles of his legs. Even so, the faded gray asphalt of the street shattered beneath him. Jagged, pie-wedge-shaped chunks of the street flipped into the air around him. One caught him under the squared-off jut of his jaw and shattered even further. Unaffected, he stood up, dusting the gritty residue of the impact from his chin. He glanced down at his feet to see how the specially designed trainers he wore had held up to the tremendous force of his landing. He gave a small nod of approval as they seemed undamaged. Likewise, the form-hugging fabric of his simple, dark blue, short-sleeved tunic seemed intact, as did the only slightly less stretchy, but identically blue material that composed his mid-thigh-length shorts. All of his attire had been designed to interfere as little as possible with Jared’s range of motion (This was entirely for the benefit of the survivability of the uniform, not a comfort issue). Leaving the man’s arms and legs exposed was beneficial for the regulation of his powerful body’s temperature. Jared’s smooth skin was a phenomenal heat dissipator, which was important in regulating the huge amounts of heat he was capable of generating via muscular exertion. If the man began to overheat to the point of sweating, his muscles would register a detectable, if minuscule, loss of efficiency. Jared’s physique and dress made him appear, at first glance, to be an avid runner or maybe a cyclist - though a phenomenally fit one. He was at once lithe and graceful as well as possessed of thick and powerfully cut muscle. The fact that he sported the seal of the CIA on both of the main pieces of his attire was rendered inconspicuous by his overall presentation. A casual observer would most likely presume the identical emblems to be sports attire logos. Jared strode off toward the nearby rising column of smoke. The muted sound of a distant animalistic roar told him that he was headed in the right direction. After closing the distance to the column of smoke by about a block, Jared stopped to listen carefully for clues about what was going on up ahead. He frowned slightly when he couldn’t make out anything useful. Stepping back from a two-story building a few feet away, he squinted up in the direction of the building’s roof. He squatted low and leapt effortlessly to the structure’s top, landing fluidly on its roof. He made his way to the far side of the building and planted a foot on the raised two-feet-high wall that ran the perimeter of its tarry roof. He stooped a bit, planting an elbow on his knee as he scanned the low skyline before him. A large explosion of dust and debris puffed into the air above a line of smaller buildings on the other side of the block. Jared gave a small satisfied smile and hopped the low wall without hesitation. He dropped to the ground again, this time he was able to minimize the damage of his impact to a few spider-web cracks in the pavement. Once again he headed off toward the disturbance. “STOP!” Demanded an amplified voice. Jared jerked his head in the direction of the command. Its source was about ten meters to his right on an intersecting street. Jared turned to take the measure of the owner of this booming voice. At more than twelve feet tall and gleaming with a golden metallic shine, the exo-skeletal Super-Mandroid suit of the man addressing him would have been enough to intimidate, if not outright terrify, most people. Jared wasn’t most people. “THIS AREA HAS BEEN EVACUATED. ALL RESIDENTS HAVE BEEN ORDERED TO LEAVE THIS PART OF THE CITY.” Jared was informed with authority. He grinned a gleaming white-toothed grin and put his hands on his hips. “I’m not a resident, I'm from outta town, so if you’ll excuse me, I’ll just be on my way.” He explained, pointing in the direction he intended to go. Its operator directed the Super-Mandroid suit to move in to intercept Jared. It moved with an eerie and unexpectedly human-like agility. “REAL FUNNY, SMART-GUY.” The mechanically augmented voice boomed. “YOUR PRESENCE IS NOT ONLY PUTTING YOU IN DANGER, YOU ARE INTERFERING IN A CRITICAL SECURITY OPERATION. WE’VE GOT THE INCREDIBLE HULK ON AN ALL OUT RAMPAGE TO TAKE CARE OF HERE.” The man in the sophisticated armor warned Jared as he closed in rapidly. Just then there was a thudding, ground-shaking boom and a nearby building crumpled into a cloud of roiling dust. The spectacular collapse momentarily drew both men’s attention. “Yeah? And how’s that going for ya?” Jared smirked. Suddenly, and with an almost comically clumsy clanging, a hulking figure in armor identical to that of the man confronting Jared, fell from the sky not ten meters from their position. The other Super-Mandroid writhed on the ground, showing none of the impressive coordination demonstrated by the other robotic exoskeleton. One of the stricken unit’s mechanical arms was missing. Jared wondered if the arm of the operator was similarly absent somewhere beneath the mangled golden metal of the suit. “Guess that answers my question.” Jared said. He started to continue forward toward the epicenter of the carnage but the guy in the still functional Mandroid suit stepped in front of him. “YOU’RE NOT GOING ANY FURTHER. MY MISSION IS TO PATROL THE PERIMETER AND KEEP ANYONE OR ANYTHING FROM ENTERING WHILE THE OTHER UNITS ENGAGE THE HULK.” The guy in the suite explained menacingly. The standoff between Jared and the man-machine combination looked ridiculously one-sided. Any observer would quickly conclude that the man clad only in the skin-tight, short-sleeved attire must have had some kind of death-wish to go up against the monstrous metal entity that loomed over him. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, Jared crossed his arms over his chest. He tensed the muscles of his arms and torso, which swelled and bulged in such a way that the two opponents didn’t seem quite so mis-matched all of a sudden. “Let me ask you something. Have you Hulk-Buster light-weights EVER managed to do anything other than slow the jolly green giant down for a second or two?” Jared noted that the pilot of the downed Mandroid had wriggled out of an opened hatch. The guy managed to find his feet. He appeared to be barefoot and wearing only underwear. Jared payed this other man little attention as the guy beat cheeks in the opposite direction. Silence was the only response to Jared’s question. But looking up defiantly, he could see the visored face of the functional Mandroid’s operator. The silent fuming expression there was answer enough. “Didn’t think so.” Jared scoffed. He started forward again. “You’d do well to clear outta my way.” “YOU WERE WARNED.” Boomed the voice from the Mandroid suit’s PA system. The Mandroid stepped forward and two massive mechanical hands clamped around Jared’s upper body, pinning his arms to his sides. “So were you.” Jared replied. With effortless fluidity, Jared curled his arms as he elbowed the massive metal hands apart. With a lightening shrug he was able to power his hands into opposition with those of the Mandroid. Palm to massive palm, Jared pushed back against the mechanically augmented strength of the guy in the suit. Sculpted stacks of micro-fusion-driven flat-motors that mimicked the shape and operation of human muscles within the Mandroids exoskeleton clashed with the real thing...and were handily bested. The H.U.D. of the operator’s visor flashed a dozen warning lights and an equal number of warning tones and klaxons sounded over his com system. The Mandroid’s flat-motor stacks, which would allow the operator to tame the charge of a rhino, were almost instantly overtaxed. The more mundane hydraulic back-up system fared no better as Jared flexed his unstoppable arms to full extension, driving the Mandroids arms further apart with ease. Clenching his hands into fists around handfuls of deforming metal that had moments ago been the Madnroid’s intricately articulated mechanical hands, Jared began to twist the massive robotic arms together like the ends of a twist-tie. “THIS - THIS ISN’T POSSIBLE!” Stammered the Mandroid’s operator. “WHAT ARE YOU?” Jared released the out-matched machine’s ruined arms and stooped to sink one bare hand into the metal of its left foot. That grip secured, his left arm shot out and grabbed a similar hold on the machines right foot. “Let’s just say that someone decided that it was time to send in the big guns.” He explained. He then hefted the Mandroid overhead. It teetered but was held upright by sophisticated gyro-stabilizers. That is, until Jared slammed the Mandroid to the ground with a simple flick of his wrists. Jared put just enough of his inhuman strength into this to show who was in charge without actually killing the Mandroid’s occupant. As the machine struggled to right itself like an overturned turtle, Jared twisted the massive legs together with as much ease as he’d done its arms. He’d effectively hog-tied the thing with its own limbs. Dusting his hand, Jared kicked the demolished machine out of his path with a sweep of one foot and continued on his way. “HEY...HEY! YOU BENT THE HATCH! I’M TRAPPED IN HERE!” The helpless pilot of the Mandroid cried. “YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE ME HERE.” Jared stopped, threw his hands up in frustration and turned back toward the crippled Mandroid. Grabbing it by the thick attachment point for one of its legs and the diagonal shoulder, he simply tore the whole thing in half. The pilot slipped out onto the pavement like the yolk of a cracked egg. The man scrambled to his feet tearing a tangle of interface wires from various parts of his body. Even outside the Mandroid suit, the guy was almost a full head taller than Jared. Now, instead of a sheath of golden metal, he was clad only in what looked like a pair of solid black boxer-briefs. Red circles stood out on his skin from each of the spots where he removed a biofeedback sensor from the network that had helped him to operate the Mandroid, but they almost immediately began to fade. From the intel Jared had quickly studied on his way to this location, he knew that the latest version of the Hulk-Buster’s Super-Mandroid suits multiplied by many times the strength of the wearer. To maximize this, selection of recruits to the Mandroid corp placed great emphasis on putting powerfully built guys into the suits in the first place. The guy before Jared was obviously no exception. The big guy’s wide-eyed stare moved back and forth a couple of times between Jared and his demolished Mandroid. “Just how the FUCK can you do that?” Jared gave a slight, cool smile as he cocked his right arm in front of his chest, his flexing biceps stretched the blue fabric of his sleeve. “What did you not get about the ‘big guns’ reference I made earlier?” The former Mandroid operator swallowed nervously and took a step back. He might have been larger than Jared, but there was something about the smaller man’s confidence and the look of his powerful muscles that inexplicably confirmed Jared’s total physical superiority. This would have been true even if the Hulk-Buster hadn’t just watched the lean, yet muscular Jared tear apart a state-of-the-art Super-Mandroid with his bare hands. "Okay." The Hulk-Buster said. "I'm impressed." The taller man conceded, then began to glance around, nervously. "But we need to find some cover. Being out in the open and unprotected like this is just asking for trouble. We could run into the Hulk at any moment." The man moved in closer to Jared as he spoke as though driven by some sub-conscious herding instinct; Safety in numbers. "That IS the idea." Jared muttered under his breath as he turned his back on the Hulk-Buster and resumed his course toward the area where the building had collapsed minutes earlier. He knew that the Hulk could move around with incredible speed. The delay caused by the guy in the Mandroid suit had cost him precious seconds. Not sure what else to do, the Hulk-Buster took off at a trot to catch up with Jared. Apparently able to hear even the muffled footfalls of the guy's bare feet on the asphalt, Jared called behind him without turning around. "Unless you want to be my tag-team partner when I lay into the Hulk, I suggest you piss off." The Hulk-Buster stopped cold, his face blanching at that prospect. It would have been a daunting one even if he still had his Super-Mandroid suit. He wrapped his hugely muscular arms protectively around his own bare torso and continued to cast fearful glances all around the abandoned street. Finally he decided that the only thing around that might offer him any protection should he encounter the Incredible Hulk was the obviously superhumanly powerful man about to disappear on to an intersecting street up ahead of him. Once more, the nearly naked man took off at a run to catch up with Jared. Moments later, Jared was nearly trampled by another Mandroid. This one seemed fully intact, but was running scared, hell-bent on leaving the area. Not far beyond the fleeing machine, Jared could see why. There was a virtual wall of wrecked armored vehicles forming a crude front line in the battle that had been raging between the Hulk-Buster's and their target. Beyond which Jared could finally see his quarry. The Hulk was casually, almost gleefully dismantling a stricken tank. He had a massive section of broken track in one giant hand, the metal was crumpled in his grip like it was nothing more resilient than damp cardboard. The tank itself was balanced above the Hulk's head in the brutes other hand, its naked drive wheels spinning madly. The turret lay mangled on the ground a few meters away. The Hulk tossed the remains of the vehicle over one impossibly broad green shoulder like a man discarding an apple-core, it tumbled, crashing along a deserted intersection and came to rest on its side, rotating weakly in a small circle as its exposed wheels continued to spin. "Stupid soldiers." the Hulk grumbled. "Why do they always attack Hulk? Why do they never learn?" The Hulk trudged onward, coming in Jared's direction. Jared decided to lay low and let the Hulk come to him. He wasn't sure how much of a challenge the Hulk's gamma-spawned might would prove to be against his own strength. If he could take the Hulk by surprise and end their confrontation quickly, then all the better. He assumed a non-threatening casual stance and waited for the approaching power-house to spot him. He didn't want to telegraph his intentions by moving in on the Hulk or presenting himself as an aggressor in any way. It seemed the Hulk was feeling triumphant and coming down from an anger spike. Which would mean his strength levels would be returning to his baseline resting state - another reason not to get the lumbering colossus riled up again. The Hulk kicked at chunks of debris along his path with irritation as he came. He nearly stumbled over Jared before he spotted him. When he did notice the much smaller man just to the side of his course, the Hulk barely spared him a glance as he passed. Jared stole up behind the retreating brute and tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, could you point me in the direction of the nearest Kwik-E-Mart?" The Hulk turned, blinking stupidly at the question and was caught by what was probably the most devastating uppercut the green mountain of muscle had ever been dealt. Jared stood frozen for a split second, his arm still high in the air at the peak of his swing, his feet planted firmly, slightly more than shoulder-width apart. A smile of smug satisfaction formed on his face as he watched the massive Hulk sail into the air in a high arc. The Hulk tumbled end over end in one complete revolution before slamming to the asphalt flat on his back about thirty meters away. Jared hit an all out sprint and skidded to a stop, standing over the downed Hulk, ready to press his advantage. It didn't seem necessary. The Hulk wasn't moving. Cautiously, Jared planted a foot on the Hulks rib-cage and gave a few firm nudges to see if he could rouse him. Still, the Hulk didn't move. Jared crossed his arms and looked mildly disappointed as he stood victorious over the apparently vanquished juggernaut. "Too easy." He sighed. "Guess you don't know your own strength." A voice called from behind Jared. He turned to see the former Mandroid operator he'd encounter before standing near a chain-link fence not too far away. "Still don't." Jared replied then turned back to look down on the Hulk. "At least as far as what my limits are. I'd hoped the good doctor here might be able to shed some light on that for me. But I guess not." "Umm...what's your name?" The so called Hulk-Buster asked. "Jared." The more literal Hulk-Buster replied. "Warren." The other guy offered. "Look, if you have any means of communication on you, I could have a containment unit here within half an hour for our big green friend here." Warren explained as he approached with caution. "I appreciate the offer." Jared said as he stooped to shove his arms underneath the unconscious Hulk. "But I'm thinkin' I"M the only 'containment unit' that's up to this particular task." He hoisted the enormous, slack body off the ground. Both men were equally startled when, without warning, the Hulk grunted and began to flail violently. An elbow thick as the stump of an oak tree caught Jared in the temple. His vision filled with stars and he stumbled, lost his balance, then pitched backward hitting the ground hard and nearly disappearing beneath the Hulk's heavy frame as they both sprawled on the ground. The Hulk growled savagely as the brute scrambled to his feet. Warren watched, frozen in terror, as the Hulk reared up roaring at the sky. One of the Hulk's massive feet had come to rest completely obscuring Jared's head, driving it into the pavement as the enraged monster stood and glared around still bellowing with rage. Almost immediately, the Hulk fixed his attention on Warren. Warren had a block-long stretch of unbroken chain-link fence at his back, an enraged Hulk in front of him and the only one who stood a chance of helping him lay unmoving and unnoticed, ground into the asphalt beneath the Hulk's heel. Only one phrase came to mind and he breathed it out with quiet resignation. "Oh Fuck." ****** The Hulk closed on Warren like a predator. There was a murderous look in the eyes of the giant and Warren wondered if Jared's punch had so disoriented the beast that it thought that Warren had been the one who delivered the blow. He thought about the power the Hulk would put into retaliating against someone he perceived to be capable of that kind of strength. He then thought about what would happen to his powerfully built, but all too human body when the Hulk laid into him. He stood tall and squared his shoulders. Turning his head away only slightly, he closed his eyes and waited. "You've got the wrong dance partner there ya big green moron." came a voice from behind the Hulk. Warren opened one eye cautiously to see the Hulk, who had come to a stop less than a meter in front of the mercenary. A rumbling growl grew steadily louder as the Hulk slowly turned to square off against the owner of that voice. As the Hulk turned, Jared came into Warren's field of view from behind the green beast. He was wiping dirt from the side of his face and spitting grit from where his face had been stomped into the pavement. Warren noticed, however, that there wasn't a scratch on the man. His growl escalating to a roar, the Hulk pulled back his mighty right arm and slammed a punch into the ground before his feet with devastating power. Warren was thrown to the ground by the shock wave, even though only the merest fraction propagated in his direction. The brunt of the shock wave ripped through the ground toward Jared, who bounced several stories high and was hurled backward by the raw power of the punch. Scrambling quickly to his feet, Warren watched in amazement as Jared, with remarkable acrobatic skill, rebounded off the side of a building. He 'landed' on the vertical surface feet first, immediately pushing off and sailing back toward the Hulk to land almost in his original position. "Two can play at that Hulkster." Jared declared with a confident grin as he prepared to hammer the ground with his own punch in answer to the Hulk's. The grin vanished as he noticed Warren getting to his feet just behind his target. "CRAP!" Jared spat, pulling his punch at the last possible minute so as not to kill Warren with an answering shock-wave of his own. Unfortunately, his momentum carried him into the Hulk's reach. Warren felt terrible, knowing it was his fault as he watched Jared's misstep set the poor guy up in front of the waiting Hulk like a bad pitch served up to a home-run slugger. Instead of standing around gaping, Warren knew he should have made a move to get himself out of the battle-zone, so that Jared wouldn't have to worry about holding back for fear of injuring him. The Hulk connected, solidly and Jared became a blurred streak of motion as he hurtled backward. The devastating punch sent him careening into the same building he'd deftly rebounded from moments earlier, only this time his momentum was too much for the structure to withstand. Jared's body slammed through the wall explosively, near the foundation. Moments later, half the building came down on top of him. Warren backed quickly away as a cascade of pulverized masonry and other debris spilled toward him, blocking his only path of escape. Nearby, a jeep had been hurled into the intact building nearest to Jared at some point in the Hulk's battle with the Hulk-busters. It had come to rest standing on its nose, wheels pointed outward. Now, jostled by the collapsing building, it tipped over and fell onto its wheels once again. As the Jeep fell away from the building, Jared could see the battered, once-gleaming metal of a mandroid suit revealed where it had been partially knocked through the wall of the building, apparently when the jeep had been hurled into it. A triumphant roar from the Hulk snapped Warren's attention back to the current battle, he pressed himself against the chain-link fence and froze in place. He felt as though his blood was turning to ice-water as the Hulk roared his victory to the sky. The Hulk's bellowing ended abruptly in an almost comical interrogative grunt. As the brute stared in mute surprise at his opponent, who emerged from the debris cloud, brushing dust from his his body and with much irritation and struggling to recover from a coughing fit probably brought on by a lung-full of the thick dust-cloud he'd just emerged from. His Shirt hung in tatters and Jared shrugged it off exposing his incredibly powerful looking upper body. The guy had to have close to zero body-fat. He was absolutely armored with huge, impervious-looking muscles. Warren had never seen the like. It was hard to believe that Jared’s shirt had been able to obscure so much bulk. Or had it? Was this guy growing somehow? "That tears it!" Jared declared, coming to a stop toe to toe with the Hulk. He wiped at his eyes trying his best to clear them of grit and debris, then he raised his fists like a well-trained boxer, though he was still squinting through his impaired vision. "You wanna have a go at me, then let's do this like men." He challenge between coughs. The Hulk's fists were inbound for Jared's head before he'd even finished issuing his challenge. The massive green fists, thumbs-out, crashed together against the sides of Jared's head. Jared staggered back, his ears ringing. The Hulk pressed his advantage and caught Jared in the temple with another devastating punch. Jared spun and staggered and finally went down hard on his back. He immediately began to struggle back to his feet, but he was moving slowly. The Hulk closed in once more, moving farther from Warren's position as he did so. Warren turned his attention back to that downed Super-Mandroid suit. The Hulk was no longer directly between him and the suit and was currently paying him no attention. At the very least, the thing might provide him with an armored hiding place. At most, he might be able to use it to help Jared. He sprinted for the machine as fast as he could. Meanwhile, Jared had managed to roll himself over and was in the process of pushing himself up off the ground when the Hulk scooped him bodily into the air with a single hand, thick fingers nearly completely encircling his relatively narrow waist. Disoriented, and with no footing or leverage, Jared was at a severe disadvantage. In quick succession, the Hulk drew back his free arm, and hammered his hapless opponent with an uppercut that launched him high into the air. The Hulk raged and leaped after Jared's tumbling body, intercepting him in mid-air and slamming into him with vicious force as he clamped a bear-hug on Jared. They began their free fall back to the ground. The impact as the two crashed to the earth shook the ground for an area of many blocks. Warren had reached the Mandroid suit. The impact drew his attention and he noted the location where the Hulk now stood, holding Jared trapped in his mightily muscled green arms. Wasting no time, he crawled into the suit's hatch, the cover of which had been jettisoned. He was only vaguely aware of his underwear snagging and ripping as he forced his way into the debris-strewn interior. Inside he found a jumbled mass of deflated airbags, similar to the kind incorporated into most automobiles. Except these more advanced safety measures were designed to redeploy after each use, the fact that the bags hadn't retracted into their harnesses signaled that the suit had probably suffered a pretty severe power failure. Warren attempted to initiate a power-up of the suit, only to be met by a shower of sparks. He quickly killed main power and tried to run a diagnostic, hoping there was enough battery-power to run the secondary computer system. He found that the only functional micro-fusion generator was the one associated with the suit's self-contained life-support system which was designed to keep the operator safe in the event of the deployment of anesthetizing gas or immersion in water. He pulled that generator-pack and swapped it with the burned-out one that powered the emergency decoy system. He quickly selected deployment options. Then, reaching above his head into each of the suits "sleeve" compartments, he slid open two activation guards and simultaneously pressed the two buttons underneath. There was the sound of explosive bolts firing and a whoosh of released compressed air, as the suits sophisticated anti-measure decoy system deployed. Warren wriggled back outside in time to see Jared manage to power out of the Hulk's hold, only to have the Hulk kick him into a large water stand-pipe, which split, sending a huge gout of water into the air. The metal walls wrapped around his body on impact, cocooning him in the buckled steel of its shell and toppling the whole thing onto its side. When it hit, the remaining water surged out the ruined top, spreading across the ground in a jagged fan-shape. Jared turned his attention to the decoy unit. The flying mechanical sphere was ringed by two integrated, counter-rotating circles of turbine blades which provided lift and gyro-stabilization. A transparent inverted dome at the bottom housed advanced holo-projection technology whereas a micro-machine-gun turret was housed in the top portion of the basketball-sized sphere. Warren held very still and waited for the pre-programmed show to begin. He didn't have to wait very long. The Hulk had just started to move in on Jared once more, when a burst of gunfire caught him squarely in the back of his head. It did no real damage, but got the brute's attention. The Hulk turned to be confronted with what was apparently yet another Super-Mandroid unit, one that appeared fully functional. Warren took advantage of the distraction and made a dash for Jared's position. He could hear the decoy unit pelting the Hulk with yet more short, controlled bursts of fire in a bid to keep his attention. From the Hulk's perspective, the annoying fire seemed to be coming from the holographic Mandroid-suit, the illusion complete with muzzle-fire flashes from its arm-mounted guns. It didn't take long for him to make a move to swat this annoyance. Picking up a mangled Mazda Miata, the Hulk hurled it at the hologram with tremendous force. The faux suit deployed boot-mounted rockets (not found on the actual models) and sailed into the air, avoiding the automotive missile, then continued to pepper the Hulk with bullets. Annoyed further, the Hulk stormed off toward the floating Super-Mandroid mirage, which settled slowly back to the ground and continued firing. Warren reached the wrecked standpipe and searched for any sign of Jared. He found one of the man's legs protruding from the warped metal where it had imploded around the impact of Jared's body. Warren worked his fingers beneath the edge of the metal and tried futilely to pry open Jared’s prison. The steel was far too thick for him to budge. Instead, he shook Jared’s exposed leg, trying to rouse the man. With a loud shriek of protest, the ruined section of the standpipe opened up as Jared powered out of his predicament. Warren scurried back away from the spectacle of Jared’s mightily muscled arms opening up the thick metal shell of the standpipe like he was shrugging off a light blanket. “Where’d he go?” Jared asked as he jumped back to his feet. “I think I bought us some time. We should use it to get the Hell out of here.” Jared spotted the Hulk a few hundred feet away, where the brute was raging at the mandroid hologram. “Not ‘we’, you.” “Look, you’re obviously a powerful dude, but that’s the Hulk you are so intent on mixing it up with.” Warren almost pleaded, pointing emphatically at the Hulk as he spoke. “There’s no shame in admitting that you are out of your league.” “Someone’s out of his league alright.” Jared replied, seething. “If you’d clear out and stop interfering I could do my job here.” The sound of sporadic gunfire that had been emanating from the decoy unit suddenly ceased altogether. “Sounds like the last of the ammo. That means the decoy doesn’t have a lot of power left.” As if on cue, the mandroid hologram lost focus and blurred out as the decoy unit fell from the air, clanging to the ground where it lay inert. Momentarily confused, the Hulk searched his surroundings, seeking a new target for his rage. Warren watched as the two locked eyes across the distance. He felt cold dread in the pit of his stomach. Jared turned to Warren. “You need to keep out of the way this time.” “Where exactly would be out of the way? Neither of you seem to be all that into precision control when you’re going at it.” “Find some cover...NOW!” The look accompanying that command made it clear that it would be unwise to argue. Warren ran for cover. Warren swore under his breath as he made for the building where the non-functional mandroid suit lay, moving at top speed. In a single leap, the Hulk closed the distance between himself and Jared. He landed almost on top of the shorter man roaring directly down into his face. Jared merely stared up into the brute’s face. “THAT is some SERIOUS halitosis, ya big green pansy. Probably the strongest thing about you. Why don’t you nix the bellowing and you and me settle this?” The Hulk had started his swing even before Jared had finished his challenge. Again, he connected squarely with Jared, this time the mighty punch landed right on the smaller man's jaw. The Hulk's eyes bulged-wide with surprise at the result of his awesome punch. Ready for the Hulk this time, Jared barely took a single half-step back, a brilliant grin on his face as he rubbed his bristly, chiseled jaw, more in self-appreciation than in any discomfort. "That punch only brings one word to mind Hulk." Jared explained, his grin widening. "Puny." The Hulk's face darkened with rage and he bellowed with a roar that rivaled the sound of a tornado. That word was meant for every other thing in the world. It was not meant for the Hulk. Before Warren's eyes, the massive green leviathan seemed to swell with the power induced by this outrageous affront. Veins surged into relief against muscles that threatened to split the Hulk's green skin as they burgeoned even larger with granite-hard mass and power. Jared's gaze was forced upward as the Hulk's rage even caused the brute to tower higher over him, actually increasing his height. In a flash, the Hulk brought down both boulder-like green fists on either side of Jared's head. The sheer power of those fists against Jared's shoulders shattered the asphalt all around the two combatants and Jared was driven into the earth up to his calves. But he barely seemed to notice. Stepping up and out of the shattered ground, he followed up immediately with a more strategic punch to the Hulk's solar-plexus. The jabbing strike didn't look as impressive as the Hulk's brute-force assault, but Jared's much larger opponent was staggered by it. A trace of frustration mixed with the rage in the Hulk's expression as he instantly retaliated, targeting the same point between his smaller foe's pecs with a roundhouse answering punch. "Yeah!" Jared growled, thumping the same spot on his own chest that the Hulk had just pounded (to absolutely no effect) as he stepped in closer to the surprised giant and delivered another jab to the center of the Hulk's massive plate-like pecs. The Hulk clutched at his battered sternum with one hand, bellowing with anger and (to Warren's amazement) pain, even as the Hulk reflexively cocked his other thickly muscled arm, making ready to continue trading punches with his infuriating opponent. Jared made no move to dodge or block. On the contrary, he stood his ground, staring the Hulk down with a smirk as he bounced his mighty pecs, taunting the Hulk. For a split-second, the sight of Jared's powerful flexing even made the Hulk hesitate. But the Hulk's eyes moved from the man's intimidating chest to the smirk on his face and the Hulk's rage spurred him on. Again, the Hulk crashed his fist into Jared's pecs with a force greater than that of a pile-driver. His stance firmly braced, Jared's thick, broad pecs utterly absorbed the hit. The only detectable trace of the massive power in the Hulk's blow was a resounding, ground-shaking "thump" that jarred Warren's teeth even at a distance. The Hulk's eyes were wide as saucers as he stared dumbly at Jared, who merely stood, still smugly bouncing those impervious pecs with an equally smug grin. "My turn, isn't it?" He asked as he slowly brought his arms back up into a boxer's stance. "Let's get a little different angle this time." Jared dropped his next jab, targeting the Hulk's abs, even as the Hulk was bracing for another blow to his chest. Surprised, the Hulk bent forward with the impact and Jared quickly followed up, bringing his other fist upward in an uppercut motion that caught the Hulk yet again in the chest. The power of Jared's follow-up hit actually lifted the Hulk's feet from the ground and the stunned Hulk barely manage to regain his footing as he came back down. The Hulk straightened from a stoop and gasped and wheezed, trying to draw in a breath after such a stunning hit. But the Hulk recovered quickly, if anything he was even more enraged. He was determined to wear down this stupid human as he had every other foe. Anything he could do, the Hulk could do longer and stronger. He could feel his muscles powering up, fueled by his anger even as his super-accelerated healing ability was restoring his bruised pecs to full vigor. He sent his most powerful punch yet careening into Jared's rippling abs in answer to the man's own targeting of the Hulk's mid-section. The Hulk's knuckles slammed into Jared's eight-pack, his massive green fist completely covering the man's abs on impact. But unlike the Hulk, Jared emitted only the faintest grunt and remained perfectly upright as the Hulk's fist merely bounced off, deflected by abs every bit as solid as Jared's stubbornly unyielding pecs. Even this man's unprotected gut was imbued with a level of muscular power the Hulk had never before encountered. The Hulk determinedly followed through, completing the same abs/chest combo that Jared had rocked him with, only to feel the unsettling sensation of his mighty punches being effortlessly turned aside by Jared's broad, bulging pecs as easily as the man’s chiseled mosaic of thick abdominal muscles had just done. Warren wasn't sure if it was just for show, but Jared actually yawned as he lazily rubbed his phenomenally defined abs where the Hulk's punch had landed. "Gotta bring your A-game Hulk, if you wanna take on this bod." Jared sneered. He again thumped his own pecs for emphasis, only this time, he put far, far more power into his grand-standing. There was a tremendous sound: "KA-THOOOM!" Jared's inhumanly thick chest resonated with the phenomenal power of his self-inflicted blow with a sound like some cosmic bass drum and the shock-wave slammed the Hulk into a nearby concrete retaining wall, driving his massive green body deep into the shattered concrete, where he came to rest with only his arms and legs protruding from the jagged hole. Warren's mind struggled to comprehend the kind of might that could slam the Incredible Hulk into a concrete wall, embedding him like a cannonball. And not even with a direct blow, but merely the concussive force generated by Jared thumping his own thick chest. Jared threw a glance in Warren’s direction and winked. "How's that for precision control?" He turned back and headed toward the Hulk once more. Apparently, just by adjusting the way he flexed his muscles, Jared could direct the brunt of such shock-waves with the precision of a shaped-charge explosive. Which was definitely a good thing. Warren didn't even want to think about what even a fraction of such power might do to him if misdirected. Warren scurried for better cover behind a pile of debris, peeking over it to watch the ongoing fight between these two titans. Jared strode confidently toward the downed Hulk, who didn't stay down for long. With a roar, the Hulk shattered a large section of the concrete wall, ripping wider the hole formed by his impact as he extricated himself. Without hesitation, the Hulk scrambled upright and boomed across the asphalt toward Jared, who continued his own approach with that same confident swagger, unphased by the sight of an enraged Hulk bearing down on him, shaking the ground with the power of those enormous green feet. Jared spread his arms in an open gesture, inviting the Hulk to take his best shot. "I do love a sparring partner who is too stupid to give up." The charging Hulk pulled back his mighty arm preparing to hammer Jared once more, but the sight of the powerful, bare-chested man standing there with a look, not of terror but of amusement, on his handsome face confused the Hulk. Like a predatory cat whose prey refused to run, the Hulk was thrown off by the situation. He skidded to a stop before Jared, his fist still cocked to deliver a blow, but uncertain about how to proceed. "Aw C'mon Hulk, losing your nerve just because a guy’s got bigger muscles than you?" Jared teased, peering smugly up into the Hulk's face over those impossible pecs of his, giving his sternum a couple of light wraps with the knuckles of one hand, inviting the Hulk to try again as he caused waves of striations to undulate across the wide expanse of his chest. The Hulk's eyes were drawn to that display of rippling muscle and for a moment he seemed almost entranced by the sight. Then the Hulk shook his head briskly, snapping out of his nearly hypnotic state as Jared's words sank in. "STUPID humans NEVER learn!" The Hulk raged. "HULK IS STRONGEST ONE THERE IS!!" The Hulk once again hammered Jared's pecs with a punch of phenomenal power. And yet again, Jared took the hit without flinching, smiling at the Hulk's ineffectual effort as he clasped his hands behind his back, still leaving himself totally exposed to the Hulk's fury. Warren watched in awe. It appeared that Jared had the power to end this fight, but was intent on toying with the Hulk. Warren knew enough about the Hulk's nature to worry about such a cavalier approach to the power of the Hulk. Jared might have the upper hand now, but the extent of the Hulk's ability to grow stronger with his increasing rage had no known upper limit. Almost as if reading Warren's thoughts, Jared continued his taunts. "Better, almost felt that one." Jared said, but shook his head in disappointment. "Still, I thought you were supposed to really muscle-up when you get pissed. Finding out just how much is why I'm here, so could we skip over these piss-ant little love-taps?" Jared was intentionally trying to make the Hulk more powerful. Warren couldn't believe it. And clearly, Jared knew the psychological buttons he needed to push that would most enrage the Hulk - anything denigrating the Hulk's image of himself as the strongest being on planet Earth. "Or is this all you got?" Jared asked, laughing at the Hulk's efforts so far. "C’mon, step it up Hulk, it’s embarrassing to see you gettin’ rolled by nothin’ more than a decent set of pecs." "SHUT UP! Hulk will SMASH puny man!" The Hulk raged as another powerful punch thudded impotently against the point where Jared's mighty pecs met. The Hulk blinked stupidly at the grinning, wholly unaffected target of his fury. "Wow." Jared said, obviously still disappointed. He seemed to be at a loss for words to describe the Hulk's punch. "That was just...weak." He scoffed, shaking his head. The Hulk was seized by inarticulate rage. He punched Jared again. Then he followed up, not waiting for a reaction. He blitzed Jared's pecs with blow after blow. "Yeah!" Jared growled encouragement. "Show me what you can do Hulk." He laughed haughtily as the blows hammered his pecs, which seemed to withstand each new and more powerful punch as easily as the last. "Hulk will make puny man STOP laughing." The Hulk declared as his muscles again began to swell with intensified strength commensurate with his mounting rage. Jared glanced over at Warren, where he cowered behind cover. Warren couldn't be sure, but the man looked bigger now, taller. Jared tossed his head toward the Hulk and rolled his eyes. Warren stared back his jaw dropped in amazement, unable to believe what he was seeing. Despite the Hulk's mounting power, Jared wasn't even breaking a sweat. With a smirk, Jared mouthed the words "watch this", then turned his attention back to the Hulk. Jared's pecs bunched up huge into a tight flex as the Hulk's next punch landed home. Much of the power of the Hulk's hit rebounded back into the Hulk's arm from Jared's suddenly denser pecs and the Hulk staggered back a step, growling with the unexpected pain of the recoil. "Hurts don't it?" Jared teased as he bounced his pecs a couple of times before relaxing his chest once more. The Hulk snarled and roared as he resumed his pummeling of Jared's chest. Jared moved his left leg a little further back in order to more powerfully brace his stance, then he began to pay close attention to the rhythm of the Hulk's punches. He began trying to match the Hulk's pace, flexing into the Hulk's punches. Lightly at first, meeting the incoming fury of the Hulk's fist with the smallest tensing of his pecs. The sound of the Hulk's punches changed, becoming less of a "Boom" and more of a dull "Thud". As he got the timing right, Jared began to increase the intensity of his flexing. Instead of bouncing off Jared's relaxed muscles, the Hulk's fists began colliding with perfectly timed expansions of Jared's flexing pecs. The Hulk staggered back a half-step, as his fist was deflected uncontrollably in an unexpected direction with each punch. But he continued his assault. Jared smiled. He flexed a little harder and forced the Hulk back another step. The Hulk began to grunt with each punch as his fists were suddenly rebounding off the perfectly timed pulsing flexes of Jared's pecs with more force than they were imparting on impact. It was hard for the Hulk to keep his balance as his own fists were bounced back toward him more and more forcefully. The Hulk grunted and snarled with effort as he kept up his attack, even as Jared's flexing pecs intercepted and redirected his every punch. Jared flexed harder, moving forward and bulldozing the Hulk relentlessly backward. He began to humiliate the Hulk by occasionally deflecting the Hulk's fist with a precisely aimed flex of his pecs that sent the brute's fist careening back into the Hulk's own face. The Hulk snarled and raged, leaning into his punches to try and hold his ground against Jared's advance, at first, with some success. The Hulk tried to keep up the pressure and regain the momentum in their battle. He clasped both hands into one enormous club-like fist and swung against Jared like a baseball batter swinging for the bleachers. "Well, Hulk." Jared said as he pressed his finger to his ear as though hearing something over his communicator. "You're now hitting with an order of magnitude more power than your first punch." Jared cocked his head, apparently still listening through his earpiece as he momentarily ignored the Hulk's continual pounding of his pecs. Jared nodded as he verbally agreed a couple of times with the unseen party communicating with him. All the while, the Hulk continued to pound with increasing fury on Jared's relaxed pecs. The inherent muscle-tone alone of the man’s powerful chest was enough to absorb the power of the Hulk’s relentless hammering. Jared finally dropped his arm back to his side and returned his full attention to the Hulk. "Now, where was I?" He asked himself as he glanced down to watch the Hulk's latest punch bounce uselessly off his chest. "Oh, yeah." As the Hulk's next punch landed, Jared resumed countering by flexing his pecs. The expansion of muscle collided with the Hulk's double-fist and the recoil spun the Hulk around and sent him stumbling back several yards before he caught his balance again. "I was in the middle of pounding you into next week just by flexing these little ole pecs of mine." Jared explained as he once again strode forward into the Hulk's onslaught. The Hulk ran at Jared full tilt, swinging. He repeated his attack over and over. Each time Jared's pecs flexed into the impact and the Hulk's punch was forced to rebound, the force of it driving the Hulk backward again and again. The Hulk was lost in a berserker rage and only became aware of his surroundings once more when he felt his back pressed into that concrete retaining wall once again. Jared moved relentlessly forward. Crowding the Hulk to the point that he could no longer take a decent swing at him. “GET AWAY FROM HULK!” The Hulk bellowed, planting his palms against Jared’s pecs and pushing desperately. The massive brute sank slowly to his knees as he put all of his strength into trying to stop Jared . The Hulk’s mighty arms trembled with effort as he managed to hold Jared back briefly. But Jared sneered and took the final couple of steps that resulted in him pinning the Hulk against the concrete, trapping the Hulks hands between the two combatants muscular chests. “Oh come on, Hulk! Surely you can push harder than that.” Jared taunted. He placed his hands on his hips, smirking into the Hulk’s face as the green goliath grimaced with effort. “Here’s a question for you Hulkie; If you are the strongest one there is, What does that make a guy who can do this?” With an explosive flex, Jared’s pecs surged thicker. The Hulk threw his head back and roared with his supreme effort trying to resist. The trapped Hulk twisted and grunted, but he couldn’t free himself. Cracks began to radiate from the concrete where the Hulk’s back was being pressed into the wall ever more forcefully. Jared ramped up his flex again, his pecs were a relentless burgeoning wall of muscle that seemed on the verge of flattening the torso of the helpless Hulk, who wheezed loudly as the air was driven from his mighty lungs. Warren bolted from his place behind cover, heading for Jared. The Hulk might be a rampaging menace, but somewhere inside him was Bruce Banner. He felt he had a duty to at least remind Jared of this fact before the awesomely powerful man did something he might later regret. “Let...Hulk...breath...” The Hulk pleaded weakly. As he ran, Warren was relieved to see Jared step back momentarily. The Hulk’s arms dropped to his side and the giant’s green body heaved with a massive inhalation. After allowing the Hulk a couple of ragged gasps for air, Jared leaned in again, pinning the Hulk to the wall once more. “Now, tell me who’s the strongest, Hulk!” Jared demanded. “Hulk!” The Hulk insisted, snarling. He threw his arms around Jared, attempted to crush him in a bear-hug. Jared flexed his awesome muscles once more and there was a sound like a gunshot. Huge cracks spread out from the Hulk’s back in the concrete. Warren wasn’t sure if the sound was the concrete giving way or the Hulk’s ribs. The Hulk let out a blood-curdling sound that wasn’t his usual rage-filled roar. This was more like a scream of pain or terror. “Wrong answer.” Jared shouted into the Hulk’s face. Jared’s pecs, triceps and shoulders simultaneously flexed even more powerfully, breaking the Hulk’s hold. The Hulk resorted to beating his great green fists into Jared’s back as his trapped torso began to sink into the rapidly pulverizing concrete. Warren came to a stop just behind Jared. He found himself actually feeling sorry for the brutalized Hulk. “Hey! Maybe you should ease up.” “Not until I hear him admit it. SAY IT! WHO’S THE MAN?! WHO’S THE STRONGEST?! SAY IT OR I SWEAR I’M GONNA BE WIPING WHAT’S LEFT OF YA OUTTA MY CHEST-HAIR FOR WEEKS. SAY IT YOU WIMP!” At this point, Warren was pretty sure that the Hulk was out. He was totally unresponsive, his head lulling lifelessly. “That’s enough, Jared! He’s had it, he can’t hear you anymore.” Warren pointed out, growing more concerned about Jared’s state of mind with each passing second. But Jared kept ramping up the pressure, the flexing of his awesome musculature contorting the Hulk’s over-matched torso to a disturbing degree. “Jared! BACK OFF!” Warren began to hammer his fists into Jared’s rippling back, but it was like pounding on an oak stump that someone had wrapped in a sheet of thick rubber. Warren wasn’t sure that he’d had any effect at all on Jared, but for whatever reason, the frighteningly powerful man stepped back away from the Hulk, allowing the great green behemoth to slump and collapse on the ground at Jared’s feet. Jared staggered back and then whirled around, his attention fixing fully on Warren. Rage and frustration mingled on his face. He was clenching his fists causing the muscles in his forearms to writhe like they were composed of braided anacondas. Warren found that it was all he could do to keep from turning and running. Warren held up both hands and tried to placate the man. “It’s over. Just calm down.” Jared was breathing heavily, causing those Hulk-humbling pecs of his to heave like storm swells. He forced himself to take two long slow breaths in an attempt to calm himself and then began to pace back and forth along a short line like he was trying to burn off the energy his anger had fueled within him. “Sorry.” Jared offered, almost sheepishly. “I can be kinda like the opposite of our big green friend there.” He gestured to the vanquished Hulk where he lay unmoving on the ground. “The angrier he gets the stronger he gets. But with me, the more of my strength I use, the harder it gets to control my temper. His rage fuels his strength, my strength fuels my rage.” Jared stopped pacing, placed his hands on his hips and stared at the ground for a moment. “I thought I could handle it.” He shook his head disappointed with himself. “I guess it’s a good thing you were here.” Jared took a final long breath and looked Warren squarely in the eyes. “Thank You. I owe you one. You need anything, name it.” Warren sighed. His tension leaving him at almost the same rate Jared’s anger was subsiding. This first bit of relative calm he had experienced since he'd first encountered Jared, made him suddenly aware of a distinct draft. He reached behind him in a vain attempt at pulling the shredded remains of his underwear over his nearly bare ass as a local news chopper approached their position. “I wouldn't say no to a decent pair of pants?”

Brad awakens in the middle of the street of some town he has never been to before. He quickly rushes to the side of the road and sits on the curb anxiously wondering what the hell happened the night before. The man he saw change into a wolf must have dropped him off here for some reason. He quickly remembers that he was looking for Wade and gets up to compose himself. There are people walking around him and don’t seem to care that he is a bit out of sorts. He is also wearing clothes that aren’t his which makes him a bit uncomfortable. He turns to look inside the shop window from where he was laying before. There are two men standing there looking back at him which makes him wonder if they are friendly or not. He eventually decides to go inside the door to talk to them. One of them slowly moves to the back while the other one remains standing. He is a fairly small man, but he is dressed quite well in a white dress shirt and brown blazer and has on brown pants and brown boots. He has a well-kempt beard and brown eyes. Brad notices a scar along his neck and figures that this man is probably a were animal of some sort like Wade and that man from last night. ‘So…..do you have any idea how I got here today? I don’t remember anything from last night on.’ The man continues to stand silently staring at his baggy clothes. Before long, the man gestures for him to go to the back where the other man went. Brad nods and follows him to where the other man is. This man is a lot bigger and could pass for an animal in his own right. His huge back is all Brad sees until he turns around. His thick chest and gut glisten in the lights as Brad stares at the mountain of fur running from his legs up to his face. The man motions for him to sit down in a chair located by the bathrooms. Both men stand in front of him as they look at each other. The large one is wearing shorts that hug his giant quads as his package nearly hangs down. Brad can nearly see the man’s fat rod peeking from underneath. The man adjusts his cock as he realizes what the disoriented man is doing. He reaches down and pulls Brad’s baggy shirt off and sees the marks on his neck. Both men smile and shake their heads. ‘Yeah we can smell it in you. Hank here senses some bear flowing through you while I can sense the wolf.’ ‘Uhh okay? So you are both telling me that I have bear and wolf DNA inside me? Oh gawd!’ ‘You were obviously left in front of our doorstep for a reason man. Whoever it was knew that we would figure it out quickly. Me and Hank are converts too of different species. You however are a mixture of both.’ ‘So what do I do now? I am searching for a man…..his name is Wade. I really want to know what happened to him as well as what has happened to me.’ The two men grab chairs and sit down in front of Brad. The smaller one puts his hand out and wants Brad to do the same. Brad does and the man puts his in his. ‘Do you feel it man? We both have it flowing inside us. Yours may have a conflict with the other beast residing inside you. Let me have Hank grab your other hand.’ Hank reaches out and takes Brad’s other hand and clasps it. Brad feels extremely sick as both men close their eyes and focus their energy on Brad’s. He tries to let go of Hank’s hand, but he resists. He does manage to let go of the other man’s which makes him gasp for breath. Hank continues to focus on to Brad’s inner beast which makes him writhe in pain. The other man grabs a hold of Hank’s arm and pulls the two hands apart. The agonizing pain stops as Brad drips in perspiration. Hank laughs a little and leans over to lick the sweat off Brad’s chest. He moans a bit as Brad tries to get away from him. The other man tells him to stop terrorizing Brad because he isn’t ready yet. ‘Boys relax. I’m sorry we put you through this man, I wasn’t thinking. My name is Curtis in case you need to know. I think we have confirmed that you are definitely a hybrid. Hank will be hard pressed though to let you leave without something happening.’ Brad notices Hank’s engorged cock hanging out the side of his shorts. The giant pink head looks wet as it throbs. Curtis leans down and slides his pinky down Hank’s piss slit. The huge beastly man yells in agony as his partner fucks it with his finger. Brad looks hypnotized as he sees this happening. Hank pulls his shorts off and reveals his immense ass covered in thick fur to match the rest of his body. His firm ass though looks quite inviting to Brad as he feels his cock reacting. He hopes that he doesn’t do what Wade did when they had sex though. It seems like Curtis is using a more subtle approach to make Brad’s inner beasts come out as the whole experience of watching the small man performing such an unusual sex act on Hank is making Brad uneasy and he doesn’t know why. Curtis moves down to start sucking on his lover’s wet cock head after he removes his finger. The large beast growls in lust as his eyes turn black and his teeth fall out to reveal large fangs. Brad can notice something happening to Curtis too as he hears the man moaning in angst as his clothes begin to tighten. He can hear the man’s clothes begin to rip rather quickly as he notices both huge men beginning to transform. Hank’s face is changing shape as it gets rounder and starts to resemble a black bear but his chest is still like a human’s as he legs get even thicker as the black fur completely covers his skin. Curtis’s nice clothes are starting to fall apart as his red fur begins to expose his body. His mouth changes slightly as the wolfman grows thick fangs and ears on his head as his human ears fall off. Remarkably he continues to suck on his werebear’s thick rod which has thickened even further as it spills pre down his throat. The werewolf howls lightly as it continues to gobble down the juices flowing from the werebear’s cock. Brad wants to flee so badly but is compelled to continue watching their transformations. Curtis’s pants rip in a thousand places as his thin legs blow up into huge muscular hind quarters as a huge red tail goes flying out his growing back which has reduced his shirt to being a scarf. His hands and arms that are still around his werebear lover’s back have changed their shape as claws grow out of them and pierce the flesh making Hank growl in lust. It isn’t long before Curtis’s pants fall out revealing his wolf cock which is nice and thick and protruding from his sheath. Brad seems almost tempted to go pleasure it as something inside him is trying to push him towards it. Curtis is now howling because Hank is shooting a river of cum down his lover’s throat as it also spills out and down his lover’s muzzle. Brad’s breathing grows heavier as he tries desperately to keep his composure. He doesn’t have a fetish for beastiality, but the dangling cock on Curtis seems so inviting. The werewolf knows this too as his eyes keep turning to look at Brad. It finally pulls the bear cock out of its mouth and walks over to Brad. ‘NO PLEASE I DON’T WANT IT! Curtis if you can hear me I don’t want it.’ The werewolf actually smiles at him and appears to attempting some kind of speech. ‘…..you…..need…..pleasure…..give in…..beast…..you want this…..’ The wolfy Curtis gets up on its hind legs and puts its front legs on the wall behind Brad’s head. It’s wolf cock throbs a bit as it spills fluid on his leg. It reaches down like it is about to eat him, but ends up licking him on his neck where his last wound is. Hank moves over to Brad now and sits his huge humanlike cock on his right hand. The huge pink head instantly makes the shocked onlooker pet it which gets a deep moan out of the werebear. Wolfy Curtis inches his cock closer to Brad’s mouth which makes him start to sweat profusely knowing that it may make him lose control of his own inhibitions. The creature eventually pushes its cock on to Brad’s face where it throbs wildly and makes him start to tremble a bit. It leans its head in to give him a slight nibble growling a bit as Brad tries to resist. All the while he is stroking the bear’s thick meaty cock as it moans. ‘OH PLEASE GAWD CURTIS I CAN’T…..I know what you are doing but not now…..I can’t give in…..’ Brad’s grip on bearish Hank’s cock loosens as his arm shakes. He can feel things building inside him but tries desperately to keep it from progressing. Curtis begins to claw down the wall as he slides his paws down Brad’s shirt shredding it. Brad yells in pain as the werewolf digs into him drawing blood as he grabs the animal and tries to pull him off. He can’t budge him though as Curtis slowly leans down and chews on his shoulder. Brad starts to give in to the animal and can’t hold on anymore. Hank gets behind Curtis and enters the werewolf with his hard cock and starts fucking him as they both sense the change coming from within Brad. Brad’s bloodied chest and shoulder has distracted him to the point that the process is already starting from within him. The beastly couple growl and howl in anticipation of the new addition to the family. End of Part 3

‘What the hell is going on?’ That is the reaction Brice has after he passes out and then wakes up several minutes later after Cain Darkori places him into a holding cell. The larger red skinned brother leaves the room and locks the door as Brice tries to stand up. He falls back down after realizing that he doesn’t have any type of balance. He barely remembers anything that happened just a short while ago except that some crazy substance has taken up residence in his body somewhere. He wonders if it will force him to somehow change against his will or if it is awakened by some sort of weird occurrence. His energy level seems to have leveled off and he feels fairly decent, but the fact that he is locked up tells him that he may be in some secret program. ‘HEY, WHY AM I IN HERE? HELLO? I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!’ Brice tries to shake the bars on the cell and they don’t budge. After a few more seconds, he goes to sit on a bench inside the cell and puts his hands on his head. As he sits there, he hears a click on the main door as it opens. He looks up and sees a familiar face and even looks at them bewildered. ‘WHAT THE HELL? Owen what are you doing here?’ It is the friend that originally recommended the Darkori’s in the first place. The young trim man sits in a chair just outside the cell and puts his glasses on that he had in his pocket. He parts his legs enough to put his arms on them and smiles back at Brice. ‘Hi buddy, I see you visited Dr. Orleans and Dr. Darkori. Did they help you get better at all?’ ‘What the…? Why aren’t you answering my questions? Why are you even here Owen?’ ‘Well Brice, as it turns out it wasn’t a coincidence that I sent you to either one of them because they helped me too.’ ‘Uhh well thanks I think. Why are they red and why do I find them so attractive? Is this a side effect of their serum?’ ‘Hehe, yeah you could say that Brice. I also was attracted to their red skin and how the muscles glistened in the lights. I’m actually here right now because they called me in to calm you down. You don’t need to be so loud and obnoxious you know.’ ‘I’m fucking scared Owen, this crazy shit is flowing inside my body. I can feel it moving through me, it does make me feel normal though.’ ‘I’m glad Brice, but I need to make you understand that the serum flowing through you is meant for more than just hormone therapy, it is a key that unlocks a part of you that you never thought existed. Trust me I had no idea either when they did this to me.’ Two beads of sweat begin to slide down Owen’s head as Brice can see his skin starting to get redder. ‘Are you alright Owen, you seem like you are experiencing some kind of a hot flash?’ Owen wipes his brow as more beads of sweat begin to move down his face. He pulls a handkerchief from his shirt pocket and rubs it all over his face as he pulls his glasses off to wipe them down too. He puts them back on and sighs. ‘I ummm may not be able to hold it back much longer so I’m just warning you before it happens.’ ‘What are you….oh gawd I have already seen this before from Dr. Damien Darkori. Are you going to change colors?’ *slight laugh* ‘Hah no I’m not going to become a red muscle monster like the doctors. They were born that way, I am just a product of their creation.’ Brice can sense a bit of danger and starts to move towards the back of the cell but realizes that he won’t be safe no matter what happens. He starts to grab whatever he can get his hands on in the cell: the bed, the bench, the clothes, and puts them all around him as he cowers over in a corner and watches Owen start to squirm in his chair as it starts to creak slightly. His breathing grows heavier by the minute. He grabs his chest and turns his head down into it. ‘OH GAWD BRICE I FEEL IT BUILDING UP INSIDE ME. IT HURTS SO MUCH BUT IT ALSO EXCITES ME MORE THAN EVER.’ *voice deepens* ‘OHH MAN, IT IS MOVING TO THE SURFACE JUST LIKE I AM ABOUT TO ERUPT LIKE A VOLCANO.’ Brice’s eyes grow large as he sees his friend’s back expanding rapidly as he gasps for air. His shirt begins to shred under the sheer size of his muscles. Seams split in his pants as the chair crumbles beneath him as he falls to the ground. Muscles grow everywhere as Brice can see Owen’s face beginning to change shape. The man looks up as his glasses fall to the ground and shatter. His green eyes have now turned yellow as his massive chest makes quick work of his shirt as the material falls to the ground in tatters. The growing beast gets up to stand as his shoes explode beneath him as his feet nearly double in size and appear to be getting longer. His toes get a new shape to them which alarms Brice to the point that he starts to mumble to himself. His quads grow fatter and more developed as his cock explodes through his underwear dropping them to the ground as his cock grows larger and longer. Even stranger now, the beast’s skin color is changing as it quickly moves down from his head which no longer has any hair on it to his feet. His formerly normal skin tone is now grey. His body hair is minimal now besides the goatee on his face. The creature turns to his side and laughs as his huge ass presses up against the bars exposing his throbbing hole. Brice involuntarily moans as he sees this and feels an erection building in his pants. ‘OH GAWD NO, YOU ARE TRYING TO MAKE ME GIVE IN AREN’T YOU?’ The beast moans in delight as a tail begins to grow from just above his bubble butt. It flies out of his enormous back and sits close to the ground in the cell as it flails about. Brice jumps up and yells in fright as he realizes that his friend is actually a demon. It turns back around and starts to shake the front of the cell like it is taunting him. It laughs again and starts to bounce its giant cock at him. Once again, Brice can feel his cock stirring as he feels his temperature heating up. ‘STOP DOING THAT! I WON’T GIVE IN…..PLEASE STOP!’ The huge beast flexes its engorged 24” pythons and rips the doors off the front of the cell. Brice jumps back and tries to climb up the wall away from Owen. The man creature grabs him and pulls him down on the ground as it shoves its long tongue down his throat so he can’t say anything. Brice starts to convulse as his body involuntarily gives in to the demon’s advances as he no longer has any type of control. It locks its lips on his and begins to push the entity from within Brice to the surface. The 350 pound creature continues to summon the beast inside Brice as it wraps its giant arms around him and rubs his back forcefully. Brice feels his body go stiff as the change begins. He can feel the hair on top of his head starting to fall out as the man demon Owen makes him flex his biceps. He peers over at them as his eyes enlarge noticing them growing rapidly rising ever higher. The fact he is nearly nude makes the growth cycle commence even quicker as he feels his back popping and stretching further outward. He still cannot make a sound as the pain intensifies. He winces as tears roll down his face. Owen pulls his tongue out of Brice’s throat to lick the tears off his face as he watches his friend change even further. The man demon caresses him as his abs grow and thicken as well as his pecs which blow up into huge slabs of granite. Just like with Owen, Brice’s quads explode in size pushing his legs further apart to make room for his growing cock which has already begun to thicken and lengthen.With the slit growing bigger, Owen leans down to shove his tongue inside and starts to lap up the juices that are beginning to flow through his cock. Brice’s face and head are now bare. He can feel the muscles tightening and growing at the same time as he realizes that he may lose his awareness soon. He feels his eyes starting to change from their blue color to the same yellow color of Owen’s. His feet are also changing as his toes thicken and lengthen at the same time. His pain threshold is now gone as it now turns to pleasure. He moans deeply as his voice changes dramatically. He reaches down with his new larger hands and pushes Owen’s face on top of his cock. The cum begins to build up quickly as Owen moans deeply too tasting the thick pre beginning to change over to the white stuff. Before long, Brice moans in his new gruff tone as Owen gulps down tons and tons of thick cum. His tail flaps wildly as his cock begins to spurt its own frothy load on to Brice’s new thick calves and feet. Brice sprouts a tail shortly after he finishes cumming down Owen’s throat. He pulls him off his powerful cock and shoves his tongue down Owen’s throat as the two huge muscular demons play tonsil hockey with each other. They are completely unaware that someone else has entered into the cell. After a minute of wrapping their tongues together they realize they are being watched. ‘Hello there men or shall I say pups. I see that you two have gotten acquainted with each other finally.’ Brice and Owen stare at each other and smile. Brice realizes that his mind is still intact but his voicebox isn’t the same. He tries to say something, but nothing comes out. ‘No no Brice, it is okay. You don’t have to speak to me I can hear what you say through your eyes and mind. Perhaps even Owen can help you out with your issue.’ Brice is beginning to feel a lot of contentment in his new body as he looks down and marvels at his new gray muscles and rubs them a few more times before leaning over to rub Owen’s chest and face. ‘I can see that you care about him Brice. I am glad that you have someone to help you transition. Just know that this form only appears when you are excited or feel the need to act.’ After taking a few more steps, Brice stares at the red-skinned behemoth and remembers that it is Cain Darkori. Cain shows his teeth to both man demons and warns them to not approach him as it isn’t safe at this point. He motions for Owen to move himself over to the other cell located beside Brice’s so that he can revert back to his old body. He wants Brice to watch carefully so that he is able to do it in a safe fashion away from anyone he cares about. Owen sits down on the ground as his tail begins to fall off and his face returns back to its normal shape. His body hair begins to sprout again as his muscles slowly shrink back down to their original places and sizes. Now drenched in sweat and completely nude, Cain walks over to him and pulls another pair of glasses out of his lab coat he is wearing and hands them to Owen. He extends a giant red paw out to Owen and embraces him. He then tells Brice to let his brain clear itself and to let himself revert back. Brice nods as he sits on the ground and attempts to do the same thing that he saw Owen do. His tail falls off and his body hair begins to grow back as he calms down. Before anything else happens though, he passes out as his muscles were beginning to shrink down again. Cain rushes over to pick him up as he senses there may be a slight difference inside of Brice’s body. Owen follows them into a separate area where Cain places him on an exam table. He rushes out as he starts to yell for Damien to come quickly. Owen looks down at his grayish-colored friend and wonders if something has went gravely wrong with Brice. At this point, the half man half demon has gotten his original face back but has retained various features of the creature like his coloring, his feet, and even his gargantuan cock. Owen keeps staring at it in awe as Brice bounces it for him. It is at this point that Brice can speak again and whispers into his friend’s ear. ‘Please you have got to relieve this load building inside me. It just keeps building and it is driving my mind crazy.’ Owen stands there and debates on whether he should even honor this request since it may be too dangerous. What would the Darkori’s do to him if he did in fact relieve Brice? ‘Damnit Brice, I…..can’t buddy……I don’t know what they would do to me if I did that?’ Brice moans deeply as he feels a volcano of precum flowing out the slit of his cock. He grabs Owen on the arm and pulls him towards the leaking pole. Owen tries to resist as he feels pre hitting him in the face. It immediately makes his body start to tingle as his mind begins to race wildly. Before he locks lips on the giant pole, he is thrown across the room and knocked unconscious. Brice yells, ‘NO! WHY?’ seeing his friend lying there motionless. Damien Darkori immediately locks lips on the leaking rod and pumps it quickly. Brice heaves his body up and down as he launches tons of seed down inside Damien’s body. It goes pouring down all over his bare red chest and face as he gulps as much down as he can. Cain watches in the distance as he picks up Owen and slings him over his shoulder. Brice’s feet finally return to normal as Damien finishes drinking down the massive gallon of cum that the man demon produced. He pulls the shrinking cock out of his mouth as it sits silently on Brice’s leg. Damien turns to look at Brice and smiles a bit before he turns around to leave the area. Brice jumps up quickly and realizes that his skin is still gray. Cain walks over to him and puts his free hand on the scared man’s shoulder. ‘I know what you are thinking Brice, but I am here to tell you that being gray isn’t so bad. Look at it as a stepping stone to something better. You are not the same human anymore, you are something far better. I suggest you stay here overnight so me and Damien can help you with your diagnosis. Don’t worry about Owen, he took a licking but he will be fine.’ He pats the helpless man on the back and turns to leave the area. Brice goes back to the table and sits down with his hands on his face. He begins to wonder what will happen next as he ponders his next move.

GRANDPA BURT GROWS Story by Muscl4life and rdalrt2 Part 1 “These are new.” Grandpa commented, looking at the two blue pills in the bottom of the little plastic glass that I handled him, and for one second, it just felt he could read my mind, my heart skipped a bit. “It’s okay, gramps. Just a couple of new vitamins, they’re harmless.” I kindly encouraged him with a glass of juice to help him gulp down yet another set of pills. “Vitamins are a waste in this old sack of bones.” Grandpa just shrugged and took them down, not realizing that he had just swallowed a billion dollar revolutionary experimental super anabolic inducer that I had been secretly developed especially for him at my new job at ChemTech Labs. Don’t look at me like that; you would do the exact same thing too. Well, if you were a young man with a brilliant genius who loved your grandfather and hated to see him so miserable. I didn’t want his golden years to feel so lonely and uneventful. The man has been serving his country as a military and as a police officer, he served almost 35 years and became a rewarded crime fighter, but now people looked down at him, like he wasn’t capable of taking care of himself. Starting with dad, who insisted that Grandpa was no longer able to live by himself at only 68 years old! It was a good thing that I volunteered move in with him after I graduated from college, avoiding another major family crisis. Usually, grandpa was the most active man I knew. He was a 5’10” 170 pounds guy in top shape, grandpa could run 5 kilometers three times a week, and still lifted heavier than my scrawny self. He did try to eat healthy, but lately doctors were bugging him with cholesterol levels being too high. I used to think Grandpa Burt was my invincible hero, the same broad shouldered dark haired, gallant officer with the manliest mustache in the world, just like the picture hanging over the fireplace. After his surprising divorce, and the unexpected passing of Grandma, he did seem to lose a bit of his flare, became much more silent and less vigorous, more susceptible to illness, and in the last couple of months he did lost several pounds because his organism was much frailer. I wouldn’t let my grandpa go like that! At least not without doing something about, and being a very resourceful (some would say brilliant) young man working at a very disputed research position at the most prestigious pharmaceutical company of the world meant that I had access to several prototype formulae, just waiting to be improved by my skills. And so I decided to take this andropause study and bring it into a whole new level, I was determined not to just soften the loss of muscular mass, strength and sexual drive, I would find a way not only to revert these nasty symptoms, but to change the scenario around, my formula would actually help elder men to continue vigorous and strong throughout all their lives, if not healthier and stronger. Okay, I might be a bit obsessed, but all geniuses are obsessed. I also knew my formula was highly experimental but there was no better timing. Although I would never harm grandpa intentionally, and he needed to be the first human test, after all the formula was especially tailored for his genetic makeup and physiologic needs. Following the improvised treatment system that I pretended that his physician had created, Grandpa Burt took 2 pills three times a day, followed by a special nutrient shake that I developed especially to make sure his organism was getting all the amino-acids it deserved when the anabolic cycle started. Basically, my formula would “jump start” the genetic production of testosterone, which provided a new anabolic cycle in his organism, therefore overcoming the nasty effects of the andropause, allowing his life to get back in the vigorous standards. I had to hide my utmost excitement during the following days; I gave an excuse at work and said that my grandpa needed my cares, when in fact he was feeling healthier than ever. His appetite returned with revenge, he ate everything that I served him and even went back for seconds. His work out disposition had not only returned, it now seemed much more intense and his blood work was pristine, which overcame my most optimistic expectations. However, even if I were able to fool grandpa initially, I should have guessed that a prodigious 19 year old lab rat would never be able to keep the façade from a man who worked as a detective for over three decades for much longer. It turned out that Grandpa was just giving me enough line to see what was going on, and I realized it just at the end of the first week into the treatment, and I brought grandpa the first daily dose of his “vitamins”. “How are you doing sir?” I brought the tray with his special medication. “I’m feeling better than ever, son!” Grandpa Burt gave me a mighty hug, and since his recovery, he already added the lost weight, even increasing his bodyweight to 177 pounds of hard lean mass. “What was that for?” I asked blushing deeply. “Do I need a reason to hug my favorite grandson?” He chuckled, grabbing the little glass with his pills and the glass of water. “I am your only grandson…” “And that’s your father’s fault. Your grandma couldn’t have more children and he knew I’ve always wanted a bunch of little grandchildren.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah, now take your pills at once.” I admit now that I am the worst liar in the world; my body language gave up my excitement. Grandpa stopped right before he actually gulped the pills. “What is the name of this product?” “W-what?” I gagged. “What is the name of this wondrous drug that you’re giving me without any prescription from my doctor?” Grandpa Burt asked once again, this time looking down at my 5’6” frame, and I couldn’t stop shaking for once. “Oh…I don’t know…it’s new to the market…” “Is it now? And a brilliant young man who currently works in the pharmaceutical area wouldn’t happen to know about such a miraculous new drug?” Grandpa Burt had his smartest look framed by his silver mustache, and my knees were so weak, that I spilled all the beans. “I am sorry, grandpa! I didn’t mean to harm you, I made this drug for you, and it is especially designed to help you overcome andropause symptoms. I know it sounds dangerous, but I’ve taken all precautions, I swear I would never let anything bad happen to you.” I must confess I would expect to hear a lecture, but instead I just got another warm hard hug and a kiss on my forehead. “That’s okay, son, I am a little upset that you've been stealing from your work to get me these pills, but I can see why you did it. I'm touched that you care so much about a useless old man." “Well technically I didn't steal, the formula was just a prototype, it didn't even work, it was merely an idea, I had to start from scratch and I've got much better results in you than the other candidates, but then again this formula is tailored for you, I don't think it would work that well in another man. But don't worry, now that we have established such impressive standards, I guess we can drop them, your organism will probably keep producing regular levels of testosterone that will help you to keep strong and healthy." I said casually, but then my grandfather just did something that surprised me, he not only swallowed the pills I had given him, he just smiled and proposed me something that I would never expect to hear. "The way I see it, I've got an incredible opportunity with these pills, and my genius grandson being kind enough to provide them." He smiled warmly, looking down at me with his inquisitive expression. "And I'm not going to waste it. I want to see what these pills can do...so instead of stopping, I want you to bring me even more powerful versions. I don't know if I'll get to feeling as good as I did when I was your age, but I want to see everything that this new drug can do." "Grandpa Burt?" It was all I could mutter. The former law-enforcer just looked down at me, hugged me so tightly and thanked me for giving me a new chance on his life. I was caught unprepared; the turn of events was so unexpected. "Of course, sir. I can do that, we can adjust the formula to make it more potent if you want, but I must warn you that it will make your body more muscular and increase some other aspects of your organism. And, you will actually feel better than when you were my age sir, the overall enhancements are going to happen on top of your current stats." His smile was warm, and made my young scientist's heart melt. "That sounds wonderful to me, son. Now if you'll excuse me, I think it's been far too long since I worked out." I followed Grandpa down to the basement like a little lamb. His weight set was still in there, though it had been collecting dust for the last year or so as it sat unused. The doctors had told him to take it easy; since his joints couldn't sustain the stresses of intense weightlifting. But once he changed into his workout gear and walked down the steps to the basement, setting up the bench press with 145 pounds, less than he used to do but still a significant weight. He could only laugh as he easily pumped the weight up and down, racking it after 20 easy reps. "Hah! That was easy...Add on another 45 pounds, son." I eagerly obliged, thus matching his previous cargo, but even after that he just waited until I added another 20 pounds. I was afraid that he would hurt himself, but as grandpa started this new series with renewed energies, it soon became obvious that his treatment had not just returned his strength, it actually made him a bit stronger and his joints no longer hurt. "This is going really good, sir, your organism must be producing collagen as well, making sure your joints are properly prepared for a brand new anabolic cycle that your organism entered, or at least the first one..." I felt very proud of making my aging grandpa feel young and strong again. The lean man grinned as he pushed out 10 reps, racking the weight with a chuckle. "It's been a long time since I've been able to lift like that. It didn't hurt at all..." He raised an arm to rub at his elbows and shoulders, chuckling. "Mmm, this is great! I feel strong as a young buck!" I gingerly nodded. "Well sir, a young buck wouldn't be that strong, you see your body is used with strength train and such information is well kept in your organism, so when you undergo the strengthening process, the overall results are magnified by your own experience. This is not just another puberty growth induced by chemicals; it is actually a better anabolic cycle because you are a better man than you've used to be back in previous days. I guess this explains such impressive results right of the bat." I tried to explain Grandpa Burt about the feedback of his enhancement treatment, but I suddenly felt that he was not paying enough attention; his intense blue gaze only seemed interest in the uncanny results in front of them. "Oh, we shouldn't forget the shake..." I smacked my forehead. "Mmm, that's right. Why don't you go make it for me, son? Make it a big one as well, your grandpa is feeling awfully hungry today." Grandpa Buck grinned back at me, looking up at the young man who made the impossible true with an eager expression. "And you'll be making a lot for dinner, won't you? I'm going to need a lot of protein tonight." "Don't worry, pops, I'll never let you starving!" I said with a timid grin as I went upstairs to bring him the nutritional shake I've developed and also made sure that we had steaks for dinner. When I got back, I saw that my grandpa was still working out very intensely, it was like he was visiting an old friend that left a long time ago, and such friend was himself at the prime of his shape, but now he realized that he was getting too strong for such old standards, he already added another 70 pounds to his previous record and didn't seem challenged enough. "Is everything alright here sir?" The older man grinned, standing up without taking his eyes at his reflection in the mirror. "I feel great, son. Stronger than ever! In fact..." Grandpa Buck pulled off his shirt and revealed his torso, making you gasp as you see his toned abs, his defined pecs, his thick arms and broad shoulders. He looked so different already! "I think these weights might be too light for me pretty soon, though." I gasped as noticing that my 68 year old grandpa already had his 6-pack back! I guess his recovery was going better than I thought. "Wow, this is impressive, gramps! I guess that you being conscious of the ongoing changes on your body is having a positive impact on your development, it is causing a tremendous pump effect over your body, which is so impressive." I looked back at the winning smile of my grandfather and blushed so intensely, there was nothing in the world that I wouldn't do to make him happy. "I won't let you down, sir. You said you wanted a more powerful version of the formula and I shall give you that, it is actually pretty simple to design a more potent version, but I'll challenge myself to make sure that you will be bigger than you've never been!" Grandpa resumed his work out for that day, and although he was tired, he said he had never felt better in his life, and everything thanks to me. The very next day, I left home pretty early, not without giving Grandpa his first dose of the day and make sure he ate his breakfast, he was actually so excited about a brand new work out day, after all yesterday he had packed impressive 8 full pounds of impressive muscles, which made him 185 hard toned strong rugged pounds. “Go make me more muscle pills, son!” He playfully said as he smacked my butt, and for some reason it hurt a bit more than it was supposed to, or at least I felt my butt tingling for a long time afterwards, but it was not something bad, quite the contrary, I rubbed my cheek all the way to work. When I finally got back to ChemTech, I quickly fed the computer with several different adjustments of the original formula, and slowly worked them on the simulator to make sure the final product turned out even better than I first expected. Several hours later I returned home with a new batch of stronger and more refined muscle growth pills especially designed for my grandfather, and I was surprised to find him working out until late at night, but with a smile in his face and the most amazing pump I've ever seen. "Grandpa? Are you still working out? I thought you were doing that when I left? Did you eat well? Did you start dinner or should I do it?" I asked feeling kind of worried by the intense look on his face, it suddenly seemed like he had been there all day, which couldn't be possible, could it? The older man chuckled as he greeted me, standing in front of the boy with a broad grin. "Oh, you're back already...I've actually only been stopping my workouts to eat and go to the bathroom, I've been going at it all day! And instead of getting tired, I'm getting stronger than ever! My bench press is already up to 280 pounds, isn't that impressive?" I was shocked, looking at the uncanny physique on Grandpa Burt made me realize his organism was reacting far better than I had anticipated; it was like he had been working those muscles throughout all his life! The look on his glorious body was impressive, and when I reached to touch the hardness of his incredibly pumped muscles, it felt like touching a hot marble wall. "Whoa, grandpa Burt, you are so hard, and pumped!" I gulped, repeatedly touching the uncanny hard surfaces of those muscles with my curious respectful finger. “That's not the only thing that's pumped." Grandpa replied in a low, husky tone, and it was only then I noticed something else was pumped and went beet red at the very moment. "Holy testosterone, Batman!" was all that I could mutter by seeing my grandpa sporting a boner underneath his tight shorts, and not just any boner, it was the most impressive hard cock I had ever seen in my young life! "What's the matter, son? A real man isn't ashamed of his natural testosterone and manly urges. Getting pumped up makes me feel like a real man, my cock is just responding in kind!" He said with a smirk, not at all embarrassed by his boner. "Erm...I guess it's part of the effects, after all you are no longer suffering from andropause..." I actually didn’t know how to feel, after all it was supposed to be really strange to hear his grandpa talking about sex so frankly, right? But deep down in my soul, I felt incredibly proud that my grandpa shared such intimate feelings with me, but I tried to forget about the humongous size of his cock bulging under the flimsy fabric of his shorts. “Anyway, I hope you are feeling hungry, I bought tons of chicken breasts and tuna steaks, I think that you need extra protein now that we are gonna test these..." I gave him the new bottle of pills, and the look on my grandfather was priceless. "Take 4 of them after each meal, and on that note, you should know that you must do at least 6 meals a day, grandpa." “Oh don’t worry about that, pretty boy.” The older man's grin was out to ears, he immediately marched upstairs and started cooking a ton of food. “Are you sure you want to cook all that for dinner?” I asked in shock with his appetite, but grandpa just nodded along. “Sure, I love cooking in bulk, besides, I’ve got a feeling there won’t be leftovers.” By the time dinner was served, there were Chicken fillets, tuna steaks, protein powder shakes, Grandpa Burt surely made more food than we could eat in three days, but then again he was a growing man, and he needed lots of food to fuel his growth! “Come on boy, dig in before I eat it all!” He sat down and started eating it eagerly, moaning loudly at each bite he took and then the most amazing thing happened...his muscles seemed to twitch and expand with every swallow of food, and I was shocked to realize that it was not just my imagination, my grandfather was growing more muscular right in front of my eyes! At first, I thought Grandpa wasn't aware of his growth, he was just moaning and groaning, the food should be really good, but it was only then I noticed he was also aware of his muscles growing thicker, bulkier, heavier, wider and more massive, his pumped up organism quickly soaked in the nutrients in his bloodstream and responded to the muscle growth inducers in such a vivid way that I could only gasp in excitement and shock. "Grandpa, you're...you're growing!" The laughter on him made me realize that his growth was going on for a while now, he just wanted me to realize it first. "Shit, the formula is working far too well!" "There's no such thing, boy. It can only work even better!" He grinned as he polished off the last bit of food, flexing his massive arms. Those biceps had to be at least 21 inches, he was getting so huge! Meanwhile, I had been entranced with his expanding muscles too damn intensely to even notice him reaching down and grabbing the bottle of pills, pouring some out into his hand and then swallowing them. "I figure I should up the dosage to six pills, you probably created the dosage for a man smaller than me." "Oh, grandpa, please...don't do this we still have to see what the original dose was capable of...holy cow!" I said as Grandpa moaned, his body shaking so rapidly, his muscles bulged and he grunted, his tight clothes were ripping, the seam in his pants exploded on the thighs and the back of his tight T-shirt tore off as he smiled at me. We both heard the buttons on his shirt popping out of his shirt, and hitting different parts of the house. He just brought his arms at shoulder level and flexed the biceps watching them growing into uncanny size. "Holy cow! Grandpa you are awesome!" "Damn right I am, boy...look at these muscles." He flexed his immense biceps with a growl, the bulges of muscle surging up to 26" around, he'd grown as big as the biggest bodybuilders from that meal alone, and he was still getting bigger! "You think a little young man like you has BEEF like this? I'll show all those young boys a thing or two about REAL power." Grandpa growled, exulting in manliness and boasting with strength. "Grandpa, please...you have to take it easy, all this new testosterone can be dangerous to your brain, I don't want you to turn into some kind of uncontrolled freak okay?" I was really concerned with his health, it was then I noticed those intense blue eyes and the manliest smile in the world focusing on me. Once again my world stopped when his huge hands hugged my small, frail 145 pound frame into his glorious expanding physique. Grandpa pressed our bodies together and my hard cock rubbing on his uncanny 8 pack abdominal wall as his own monumental cock pressed against my frail figure, I only noticed his hand going down my soft tiny bubble butt and moaned, I've never felt him ripping my pants, but his harsh huge hand rubbing my right cheek felt so good. "Please, grandpa, you must stay calm”. It was all that I could whisper. "I'm plenty calm, boy. Now stop arguing...this is what I want. And I'm going to get it." He said with a broad, confident smile before firmly pulling me in for a kiss. But this wasn't like his other kisses, as my shaking lips pressed against his own and his manly mustache tickled my nose, his overpowering manly musk filled my lungs, his tongue slipping into my eager mouth as his massive hands rubbed and squeezed my gluteus, pulling the rest of my clothing off. Mmm, you look good naked. Just like your grandpa. I think there's going to be some new rules around here..." I went quiet, suddenly there was no need to argue, and things were self-explainable. I blushed intensely as my grown grandfather gently picked me in his arms and took me to the couch, where we sat very calmly. He brought his arm up and with just one look he told me exactly what I needed to know, I hugged the giant biceps with my eager both arms and kissed the rugged mountainous shapes on it, which pleased my grandpa tremendously, and I felt the hardness of his immense cock pressing on my virgin butt. Without asking anything else, I just laid my face against his immense chest and guided his huge hand back to my pretty virgin butt, and he inserted two huge fingers and judging by the way my eyes popped, he just laughed out loud, noticing I was very nervous at this, but so freaking excited. It was hard to believe that this growing man, my own grandfather, was penetrating me with his huge fingers. But it was happening; I was going to get fucked by my own studly Grandpa Burt! He pushed the two fingers in deeper and deeper, stretching me wider around them. "Mmm, I love watching you squirm as you take it, boy. You have never gotten fucked before, have you? You think you can take grandpa's huge cock?" He asked in a very deep, manly, yet authoritarian tone that made me melt. I wanted to say yes, but I gasped at the sight of the immense thing, fear overtook my body and I just shook my head violently, hoping that my grandpa would spare me from such horrendous pain, but instead he just laughed out, and held my head against his chest, lifting my body higher and spreading my legs. I screamed as those fingers were replaced by the most massive cockhead in the world, pressing into my virgin butt hole with such unstoppable force, I wanted to cry out in pain, but each time I opened my mouth it was muffled by the harsh kissing tongue of my growing grandpa. He kissed me rougher, dominating my little body with his expanding monumental physique, as rubbed my body with his huge paws, he squeezed tighter and with more passion, turning all the pain into pleasure which seemed to melt into my cock, I blew without ever touching myself, but still that immense monster was going deeper inside of me and Grandpa seemed to enjoy stretching me up like that. His cock was so huge, so powerful, it made a young weak man like squirming and moaning as Grandpa Burt sank me deeper and deeper atop that shaft. It had to be more than 14 inches long and bigger around than a soda can, stretching my poor virgin butt so deep and wide that no other man would even come close! I couldn't believe that I was taking the cock that had made my father! "Mmm, you're so tight around me, boy..." He whispered I tried to settle onto the base of his shaft, the pain slowly fading. My heart beating so fast, I vainly thought the worst was over, the burning pain on my butt, the humongous cock pushing deeper inside me, but Grandpa clearly had other plans. All of a sudden, he just stood up with me still impaled on his monster shaft and walked downstairs back to the basement, supporting my weight as I moaned with each single step he took. “Don’t worry boy, we just need a view, and you will understand everything Grandpa wants.” The glorious master of muscle calmly sat in front of the mirror of his weight set, he savored our joint reflection and kissed my cheeks, caressing my hair and cleaning the sweat over my eyes. “You are the sweetest little boy. I will make sure you are always proud of my size, of my strength, Bobby.” Then, he flexed his arms, showing me how massive he had gotten thanks to me, and the pain was gone. “Oh Grandpa, you’re so huge, so amazing!” I was still pacing, still moaning, still not used to be fucked, but so eager to learn more. “I sure am, pretty Bobby, my genius little flower, but I want to get bigger, and you want Grandpa to get bigger too, right?” “Yes, sir, nothing else in the world would make me happier than making you bigger!” Then, Grandpa Buck picked the bottle I gave him and handled it to me, opening his huge hand to get a few more. “Then you get to pick how many pills should I take now, boy. I know you want me huge so I am happy with any number you pick.” I just grinned while I put the whole bottle all back in his paw. “I’ll make more when you run out of these.” I smiled and felt the cock growing even harder and thicker inside me. The massive older man smiled, those blue eyes seeming to pierce through my soul as I poured out the entire contents of the bottle, more than a hundred pills in his huge hand. "It seems like you finally understand." He chuckled, raising that hand and swallowing the entire collection of pills! He shuddered with delight as they began to work, going through a posing routine with you me attached to his cock, I could feel the cock stretching me wider, going deeper, Grandpa Burt was sweating as he grunted and kept pumping up bigger and bigger, feeling the pills start to kick into his overdrive muscle growth. His pecs surged out, his biceps expanded bigger than barrels; his legs grew thick as tree trunks. "Mmmm, I'm starting to get pretty big now, boy!" He boomed with laughter as he grew wider and wider, his body passing dozens of pounds every minute, his body hair growing thicker as his hair grew back in, he was taking testosterone to a whole new level! I was so lost in the amazing view of my grandpa, but then, something else was burning down my butt. The mega massive cock increased its girth but as it grew bigger it started pouring its contents inside me, and it suddenly felt like I was being flooded by the river of my grandpa's cum! His orgasm was like a dam, he just exploded inside me and his face became priceless as he enjoyed his growth increasing and pacing faster, his cock grew harder and huger as a new load formed and within seconds he came once again, feeling even huger, his muscles expanding and his body hair increasing its manliness. I could no longer understand what was happening, the growth cycles were now becoming a giant orgasm when Grandpa pressed his hips deeper into me and started fucking me like a maniac, I just screamed and felt my belly being flooded! The bench over which we were sitting began to creak from the strain of holding up such immense weight, the mighty ultra cock bucking in and out of my young man’s ass. But Grandpa Burt saw his grandson's guts were bulging out like I'd swallowed a watermelon. He grunted as he began to lift me from his immense cock, not wanting to hurt me with the unstoppable flow of cum from his expanding balls. He slipped off that shaft with an audible pop, and gallon of hot cum rushing from my ass even as grandpa sprayed his seed into the air, splattering against the ceiling, coating the both of them! Instead of fucking his boy ass with his cock, he forced me down onto one of his biceps and flexed as hard as he could, stretching that gaping anus even wider, fucking me with the power of his muscles as his cum began to fill up the basement, the elder man growing past half a ton in muscle and only wanting MORE! At some point I noticed that grandpa's orgasms never seemed to stop, he just came constantly with a growing fury of muscle, he just continued flexing and cumming, soaking the basement in over three feet of cum before his muscles and his monstrous cock finally seemed to stop growing so fast, which must have taken over 30 minutes of uncanny power! Eventually, I was so exhausted that Grandpa just held me in his glorious chest, his cock raining cum on top of both us as he just kissed me with increasing passion, my exhausted being was simply overwhelmed by such manliness scenario while Grandpa Burt just kept my hole warm by inserting his fingers and kissing my ears, telling me how much he loved me, and how much he wanted me to feel proud of his humongous size, I guess I must have dozed off in this lullaby. “Don’t worry, boy, I’ll be here and even bigger when you wake up, your monster muscle grandpa promises, you my little pretty Bobby.” I woke up at once, noticing that I was back on my room, I feared that everything had been a sweet wet dream, because my balls were really aching. But, I realized I haven't been alone in my room. There were huge wet footprints on my carpet, so I stood up and called for Grandpa with growing hope in my heart. "I'm here, boy." Came a deep, rumbling bass from the doorway to the bathroom. I looked over and came once again on the spot despite my allegedly empty balls, seeing the massive man squeezing through the doorway sideways, filling up one wall of the bedroom with his uncanny muscles, wider beyond belief, packed with such strength that he almost didn't look real! He had grown taller, standing 6'6", but he'd grown so wide that he was 11'3" across his shoulders, each of his pecs strong enough to lift a tank off the ground, his arms bigger than his waist at 142" around, his middle a sleek 10-pack of abs. His balls were so big they brushed the top of his feet, and his permanently-hard cock was long enough to brush against the underside of his chin, leaking pre constantly, so huge that it was almost impossible to believe it was on him! "Haha, is your grandpa a little too big for you, boy? You young kids don't know anything about POWER! Let me tell you something little man, I used that industrial scale on the basement and I found out I'm 8,510 pounds, but before the end of the day, I'll have reached five digits. There's nothing you can do to stop me, I have to keep growing STRONGER!” He boomed, flexing his biceps and showing off his hairy musky pits that still reeked of mega-male despite him just having showered! I was taken aback by the monstrosity of my glorious Grandfather, I wanted to scream of fear and of excitement. “ARGHHHHHH!!!!” I was about to totally freak out, but once again Grandpa Burt picked me in his glorious arms and held me so tight I was immobile. “It’s alright, Bobby…Don’t worry, you’re scared, but I’m in control. Now just take a deep breath and deal with the fact your Grandpa is the most amazing, strongest, and powerful motherfucker in the WORLD!” Grandpa kissed my lips over and over and made me feel calmer, until my nerves were actually back under my control, I didn't even remember I had orgasmed so many times, but noticing the splattering over grandpa's chest I realize his size was pretty much intense. "Whoa...grandpa, I'm sorry for freaking out like that, but, damn...you must admit this is so intense, you are a monster of real muscle, and I want to make you grow bigger too sir, it is the only thing I want to do in my life!" I confessed, blushing intensely, desperate to be under his good graces. The massive man just laughed, kissing you once again. "I would love that boy. You make me so proud; I'm able to be a new man because of you! But I don't want to stop here...hehe, I think you have created a monster, boy! I'm so eager to grow, I keep thinking I'll be satisfied at one size, and then I want to grow even bigger than that!" End of part 1 Part 2 I still couldn't believe that my grandpa, my hero former cop grandfather Burt turned into a monstrous muscle freak because of the formula I invented. Still, he spent the previous night proving me that he was all so real, and I must say that I wasn't expecting that he could be so intense. We had been fucking for so many hours that I have simply lost track time, as well as the sensibility of my boy hole, which had been used and abused by my glorious grandpa as it pleased him. After trashing his bedroom for – oh so many amazing hours – Grandpa squeezed into the tiny doorframe of his en suite bathroom and gently tried to insert his monumental mass into the huge bath tub, which he only partially have succeeded, so he had to hold me over the tub while most of his ginormous physique was still outside, which was just fine since he wasn’t interested in soaking his glorious monstrosity in the water just yet, he just wanted to check how much of his cum actually fit inside me. Grandpa actually seemed very interested in how much of him could actually fit in my tiny body, after all his cock had to be at least 15 inches long and so damn thick that it was a real miracle that he didn’t split me in half with that monster. Still, he took great deals of pleasure by sticking his fingers and the giant muscle cock of his into me like I was just his boy toy, and I loved the way it made me feel so tiny and pleasing for the glorious geezer. "Oh grandpa..." I moaned as he retrieved his giant member and watched the uncanny amount of his cum going down the drain as he held me over the bath tub. The massive muscle monster held me, his only grandson tightly as he turned the water on, squeezing my little frame against his incredible mass as the shower washed over our bodies. I’ve never felt so small and so precious at the same time, I was just a little puny bug compared to my humongous, massive grandpa, who seemed to be growing constantly! He was so horny and insatiable, putting much younger porn stars to shame, and he was hung like an elephant! "Mmm, damn boy, your ass tastes amazing, I could eat it for days!" I giggled. "Well daddy, no one doubts you could do that, I just never thought you would keep going and going, and going. Geesh, you have fucked me so many times already, your bedroom is a freaking sea of sweaty muscle cum." I blushed as the ginormous freak gently washed my boy butt, massaging the soft areas with his huge fingers and just making sure that I could still house the immense cockhead on him. "Did you get soft any moment ever since you grew grandpa? I mean, not that I am complaining it is, well to realize you are THAT manly, makes me feel weak, after all I am only 19 and my cock already is aching just to even think you are using me like that, I'm totally spend and I'm just a teenager, I should keep up with your horniness right?" The huge man laughed, rubbing the base of his massive, hard cock. "Actually I think it's just getting harder! All that testosterone surging through me is keeping me so turned on, my nipples are hard as diamonds, my cockhead is so sensitive. Even just talking about it making me hornier than ever!" Although I didn't mean to feel uncomfortable, it was just something that I hadn't anticipated. "Grandpa, you are so much more than I could ever take, I mean...you have fucked me until I passed out at least 4 times and you've kept going on, you are so much more than I could ever try to encompass. Oh grandpa, you need so much more for your pleasure right? Oh I'm so stupid, so selfish; I have been thinking on just me when it's you who need so much more. Grandpa you are still so very horny, we have to find you release right? You want to keep fucking and showing your amazing muscles, oh how could I be so selfish?" I gently whispered in his ears. "Please, Grandpa tell me that you want to have more little guys to fuck, I feel kinky just to imagine that I am not even close from pleasing your needs! It makes me feel proud of your humongous size and manliness, I will gladly help you to get all the release you need Grandpa Burt!” The massive older man blushed, but he couldn't deny his manly urges. "It's true, boy. I’m sorry, your cherry is so nice and tight but you're not enough for me. You're not NEARLY enough for me. I need more little boys like you that I can wear out, that I can fuck until they pass out, and they won't be able to satisfy me either! I'm too much man for anyone; you are just too weak to handle all of me." That moment was so intensely powerful, I didn't expect to cum while Grandpa held me like that, but it was just the purest form of flattering. Grandpa Burt smiled as he kissed my forehead, his hard cock ached for more action and I had to provide it. "You know, sir, we must have to find new ways to release you, we already know you can fuck for hours, but how about working out? You seem to enjoy all that work out, do you feel like it could help you with your enormous problem? I mean we can try to find you some really huge and heavy equipment to give you some challenge." Grandpa Burt grinned, pondering what exactly could challenge him, but he remembered there was a scrap yard not too far from here. Old rusted out cars and other junk would be perfect for him. "Mmm, I suppose I should try and work out while I still can, before I grow even larger from more pills." He chuckled, toweling off his naked body as he held me like the precious boy I was to his glorious monstrousness. "I don't even think we have any clothes that would fit me, and who would dare to tell me I couldn't walk around naked? “Oh, yeah, that would be a slight problem…” The first problem we noticed right away was the uncanny width of Grandpa’s new muscle. We just stood there measuring him for any kind of possible clothing, but it soon proved impossible. "We can try to cover your crotch with some kind stretch fabric, in some poser trunk version but a million times bigger!" I chuckled as we tried to wrap sheets around his waist, which still seemed small enough compared to his monstrous chest, shoulders, legs and especially the super mighty cock. "Please grandpa...can't you take it under three yards? It would make things easier; we still need to figure a way to get you out of the house without destroying the frontal walls. "Hmph, who says we need to save the walls? If a building isn't big enough for me, I have the right to destroy it. In fact, I've wanted to remodel this old house for a long time!" He chuckled, tossing his makeshift toga aside as he strode through the hallway, his immense body shaking the floor with every booming step. "It all feels like a dollhouse to me." He smirked, looking around before staring back at me, those icy blue eyes piercing through my soul like warm knife through butter. "So where did you hide the rest of the bottles, son? Be honest, you know you can't lie to me." He was shocked, he'd never even told his grandpa he intended on doing more than one bottle, but Burt's police intuition was razor-sharp! "Oh, Grandpa, I didn't hide anything, I just need to make new batches, I thought that bottle would last for a month, but that's okay. I'll make an even more powerful batch tomorrow, I mean I could go right now back ChemTech but I thought you would like me to...enjoy your new size. I mean there's so much I would like to investigate, your monstrous new size, and your amazing height growth, I didn't plan on that in the original formula, not to mention that you are twice wider than you are tall, which means your muscular proportions are out of this world, I just want to explore your current amazingness before I make you bigger, please sir..." I asked him with my own big puppy eyes. Burt smiled and looked down at his grandson over his massive pecs. "You want to enjoy my body, boy?...I don't think you're capable of understanding just how powerful I am. Try to imagine how much I can curl with these biceps..." He raised his arms to flex, grinning confidently as the twin peaks of muscle rose up above his fists, above his head, huger than ever! "Nope, I am even stronger than you imagine, I could lift the whole house up with these arms! And my pecs are so huge and strong, feel how hairy they are, boy. I'm getting furry like a bear, and as my testosterone increases I'll just get even muskier, too. Soon I'll be able to make you cum just from letting out my man-stink." "I...don't doubt it, Grandpa, but I think we can find a way to challenge your glorious body. We could go to that demolition site near the docks that you’ve mentioned . They have all kinds of huge old things that you could lift, it would be a great camp study of your monstrous muscles, besides, if we find something that challenges you I can think on ways to increase your muscular density, to make you pack MORE muscle into your body allowing you to get even stronger with hyper dense muscle fibers. You see, sir, I want you to become even more monstrous but in ways that you will have lots of fun!" I watched as my immense Grandfather seemed even more pumped up with the idea of getting of the house, showing his immense body to the world, at least that would give me some time to think on new improvements to the formula, because I know he would get back to that issue, I knew that Grandpa Burt would never let go of the idea of getting more pills. "Let me get the door for you, Grandpa..." I offered to open the door, but then I felt his humongous hand pushing me aside so very gently. The enormous older man just had an evil grin in his manly face, and I just gulped in excitement as Grandpa decided it was time to leave his house for a "walk in the park" with me. He strode toward the front door, despite the fact that he was three times wider than the doorframe. He had no intention of opening it, he just clenched his fists and ducked his head as he barreled right through it, crashing through the wall and taking out an entire side of the house, just laughing as his immense body crashed through! He dusted himself off, his hairy body not even scratched from the incredible sight, looking back at his grandson. "Well, aren't you coming, along boy?" It took me a few moments to realize the behemoth was actually talking to my little person, so I dusted myself from all the destruction and ran to his side, right away the monumental geezer picked me in his arms. "Grandpa, I can walk by myself you know?" It was then I realized that things really have changed between us. The way he carried me in his monumental manly massive chest indicated that I wasn't supposed to do anything unless thinking on ways to make him grow more muscular, and even if I wasn't smart enough to conclude that, Grandpa Burt had all reason to voice it out to me. "You will never walk anywhere on your own unless I tell you to, do you understand boy? Your only job now is to be a beautiful butt for me to fuck, and a brain to come up with ways to make me even bigger. I will carry you everywhere, you will be with me all the time, even when you pass out from my fucking you I will not stop, I will always carry you my precious little grandson. But things still need to get done around the house, so I'm going to go show those weak little construction workers who a real man is." Burt chuckled, his aged face wearing a smile that was a bit patronizing, but I could see the manly love in his expression, he was digging to have me all for his pleasure, and I guess I couldn’t complain much either. I realized it was not the time to question the prudence neither the practicality of my Grandfather's decisions, so I just played along, enjoying the way in which his glorious muscles waddled. He just covered the distance with his immense physique much faster than I anticipated; we approached the demolition site where they would put down the old industrial plant to build something new. There were a few big sturdy workers hanging by the door, and Grandpa Burt just walked to them. The glorious muscle geezer chuckled as the 6'2" tall 240 pounds muscle guy just gasped at the size of my humongous grandfather. He dropped his cup of coffee and could barely mutter a word. The other guy, a 6'3" 260 pounds dark skinned man just looked up at Grandpa and gagged. "Daaaamn!" I guess Grandpa felt happy with their behavior because his hard cock just produced a humongous dollop of precum that he shoot over 20 feet in air before landing loudly between the two shocked little construction guards. "Hmph, they let you two little weaklings stand out front? Are you sure you're old enough to work at this job, you look like a pair of little BOYS to me!" The massive, monstrous muscle geezer stomped towards the workers, fire burning in his eyes as he stared down at them, his colossal hairy chest heaving with every breath he took. "You call those toothpicks muscles? I can barely see you! You look like you're wasting away you tiny little weaklings; take a look at REAL mass." He chuckled and puffed out his immense chest, flexing his arms, bouncing his grandson atop one of his massive biceps. The poor little guys couldn't fathom the immensity of Grandpa’s 600 plus inches monstrous chest inflating to all its glory, when he hit the combination of side chest and the partial biceps display, the little guys were actually screaming and trying to tell him that his entrance was not allowed. “YOU CAN’T COME IN! This is private property!” One of them shouted, finally gathering strength to face the silver haired behemoth who carried me inside. “That was a bad move!” I thought as I gulped, because Grandpa’s mega dose of testosterone flared his temper so much that he just hit a most muscular pose that produced an aftershock wave, sending the poor little guys against the gate. Now Grandpa was pissed enough to teach them a lesson for their stupidity. He strode right past the two defeated guards, reaching back with one massive fist and punching through the solid iron gate, hitting it with a single punch so hard that it went flying off its hinges, looking like someone had driven a bus into it! "A little lesson for your puny weaklings, I go wherever I want. If you think anything can stop me, think again." He chuckled, stomping deeper into the site. The place was crowded with workers and heavy duty machinery, but Grandpa Burt just strode heroically deeper into the site, watched by the shocked muscle guys. As I stood sat over his monumental shoulders, he caressed the humongous cock, dropping a huge lead of precum behind his super massive body. All of a sudden, there was this group of 5 “big” guys, the smallest of them standing at least 6'3" and 300 pounds came running down towards us, they were carrying sledgehammers and pickaxes, and the looks on their faces were not friendly at all. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE YOU FREAK!" The leader was a 6'4" 330 pounds blond guy wearing a safety vest and holding the tools in a very threatening way, or at least in a manner I used to think was threatening but when Grandpa Burt just rolled his eyes, I knew they were in for a treat. The massive old man chuckled and stood before the tiny men, looking down at them. "Hmph, I will make you little bugs a deal, you hit me as hard as you can, and I'll try to notice it." He laughed, holding me up and planting a hungry on my boyish lips. "This is my grandson, Bobby...and he's going to make me even bigger, you little wimps will be even weaker compared to me!" It was really hard for me to follow their actions, because when Grandpa spoke to me, all I could only hear his manly deep voice. When he kissed me, everything seemed to turn into a blur, but this time he actually made strategic pauses, which allowed me to see the guys hitting his glorious physique with all their puny strength. The sledgehammers shattered against the hardness of his abdominal muscles, the pickaxes smashed as they hit his monumental muscles. Over and over the dangerous tools tried to harm him in vain and by the end they were all destroyed, unable to even scratch my Grandfather's manly muscles as he made out. The little skinny guys couldn't believe such powerful sight, they just stepped back as Grandpa Burt looked at their destroyed weapons. Then, he gently placed me back on the ground and grabbed the five guys in one side of his mega monstrous bear hug in a second, and just at the very next moment he was caressing my chin with his free hand. Meanwhile, Grandpa Burt continued to crush the group of men against his massive chest, forcing them to breathe the musk from his armpit, the men coughing and choking on the intense taste of man. "Hah, are you little bugs finally done? I didn't feel any of that; you guys are even weaker than I thought! Now, it's my turn...and you little boys need to learn who your master is." “YOU LITTLE FUCKERS ARE TOO WEAK! I GUESS I’LL HAVE TO DO YOUR JOB FOR YOU, LITTLE BOYS!” Grandpa tossed the five muscular men away and just shouted at rest of the crew that he was really disappointed at them, for being so weak and puny. I watched in awe as my gallant mega geezer grandfather stepped closer to a bunch of 30 feet tall columns these little guys were demolishing. The first one went down with nothing but a single punch fired by the humongous hand that I loved so much. The power was so intense that it simply pulverized the concrete thing into shreds! I moaned in my pants and Grandpa chuckled, holding his gigantic biceps for my worship, and it was only then I noticed the rest of the guys he had defeated were also very hard. “HEH, You were taking too long to do something so simple!” Grandpa Burt shrugged . Grandpa chuckled as he walked towards the next column, and this time he just pushed his massive cock into the concrete surface, easily piercing through the thing, and started fucking the pillar like it wasn’t real. But my eyes could see that it was actually made of iron bars and solid concrete, and the impossible fucking continued until he uprooted the column from the soil! “What do you say, Bobby? Is it fun already for you? Or did you really expect these guys and their silly job would keep me from the thing I really deserve?” I gulped as my eyes devised the glorious view of my Grandpa attached to a giant concrete column by his mega monstrous cock; it actually made him laugh as he walked towards me with the giant concrete thing impaled to his mega manhood! The giant muscle grandpa gently hoisted me up, holding my tiny body so easily with one hand, able to crush me like a giant if he wanted to! The look in his eyes was one of anger, it made my body tremble with fear. "Bobby, why haven't I grown any bigger yet, boy? You had better have lots of plans to make me even larger; I hope you don't think I'll be content with this puny size!” "Oh...Grandpa, I am so sorry, I mean, I don't have anything to make you huge now...It's just...I can try..." I was so shocked, my cock was aching hard as he lifted me so effortlessly of the ground, I knew he could crush me like a grape, but yet, my massive grandfather was not pleased, he needed to get bigger. “I’m listening, little boy? You don’t want me to get disappointed at you right?” His tone was serious, so I needed to come up with something, anything to make him bigger. It was then that I noticed these other guys were all boned up and jacking to the sight of my glorious Grandfather Burt. "You know, Grandpa, this might be just a shot in the dark, but your pills are basically pure testosterone composts and these guys are all jacked up on steroids and similar components, maybe if you had their juices you could start another growth cycle..." I still didn't know if I was right, but I REALLY wanted to be right and have my grandfather grow bigger until I get the next batch of his pills. As soon as he heard that, the massive older man tore the clothes off the construction workers and crouched down, hiking his hairy ass up in the air. Grandpa Burt ordered one to fuck his hole, and grabbed another to start sucking him off while the remaining guys were squeezed against his immense body and forced to rub their cocks against his massive hairy muscles, he'd get their juices one way or another! I guess I didn't expect my grandpa to be in such need to grow and it made my heart sink inside my skinny chest, but suddenly, as those little guys were moaning and dumping their loads into the glorious body of my Grandpa Burt he was laughing again, his deep voice grunted and I noticed the same kind of bulging movements on his physique before he started growing. "Grandpa, it is happening!" I just gasped as his glorious physique bulged, the hairy monster sized muscles bucking and growing thicker, hairier, manlier. One by one he was getting the juices of the tiny guys inside his organism and he was hungry for more size and strength!" “Mmmff, come on you little men, I know you have more to give!" He laughed, sucking harder, forcing the guys against his muscles, even clenching his ass so the one fucking him couldn't escape! He was like a black hole for cum, he needed grow bigger and BIGGER! At first, I thought his growth wouldn't take off like the previous times, but just then my Grandfather didn't disappoint me, it was like his muscles started growing bigger for the first time all over again, his mind was so determined to milk every ounce of muscle growth cum from those hard workers that soon he was going through the growth spurts and bulging everywhere. “That’s it little fuckers! Give DADDY your muscle juice! Let’s make a bigger, manlier Burt!” I gasped as those guys dumped their loads down my grandpa's butt and mouth and he continued to grow, feeling so excited and marveled with another round of intense muscle growth. I watched as the guys just continued running towards him, suddenly I realized that there were at least 200 men in that place and they were all hard, sweaty, muscular hungry men all horny for my mega massive grandfather, and they covered his glorious muscular monstrosity. Then, at the bottom of the pile of sweaty huge muscle men, I felt the earth shaking; there was a loud noise and a deep guttural tone that made my heart skip a beat. I realized the little guys were all cumming over each other, feeling overwhelmed by the monster resurging underneath their worshipping figures. “DAMN, BOBBY, You didn’t tell me these little guys were so juicy!” He said as the muscles grew bigger and even more marvelously humongous, the guys were holding to the glorious expanding behemoth of my grandfather, and his transformation took new heights and standards. The pile of worn out little men grabbed onto the sides of my Grandfather’s giant muscle bellies, on each pectoral he should have over 30 little guys, while on his arms he easily supported at least 15 dudes, his monumental legs were thick enough for other 20 guys, while his butt could support at least 25 of them. It was such a monumental view, there was something so monstrously powerful that my young mind still couldn’t fully encompass. At the bottom of such enormous pile, emerged my glorious Grandfather Burt, bigger and hairier than ever, but so outrageously muscular that although he stood at the height of 7’3” tall, his body had to be over 30 freaking feet wide! “FUCK BOBBY…These guys are all dry already!” The booming voice of my grandfather made me cum intensely over and over, he just towered over me, his glorious cock was over 2 feet and a half long, and so freaking thick that I just shook in fear. “That’s a good thing we have lots of equipment here! Come on you little fuckers, help me weigh this glorious monster body of mine!” The hulking grotesqueness of my beloved super manly grandpa said as he waddled. His biceps were so huge they peaked over ten feet above his head, and his chest stood at least 15 feet from his glorious body. His balls were giant sized cum producers. I needed to take my time while the construction workers weighed my glorious Grandfather. He just held me in his grotesque arms and grunted. “Damn boy, I now weigh 35,087 pounds of humongous hairy muscle, and you only made me hungry for more. I hope you don’t get any excuses to make your master more muscle pills right?” I just shook my head as the mountainous man flexed for me, engulfing all my view in muscle, squeezing me in the cleavages of his behemoth standards. I knew right there, Grandpa Burt loved me, and he wanted me to make him grow, this was the only thing that I needed to do in my life now. End of Part 2

‘You mean you know?’ ‘You are a werewolf aren’t you Wade? OH GAWD I HOPE YOU ARE, I admit it excites me.’ Brad shows the tent in his pants as Wade laughs. He shakes his head left and right and Brad frowns. ‘No I am not a wolf man. I am similar to that though. I should have sensed your appetite before and now I know you will be tough to fend off. Like I said, I will show you where I live.’ ‘I can’t wait that long Wade, I want to see you change. Can’t you give me a preview?’ ‘Oh hell no, not here. I can’t control it here, it would ransack this whole floor probably.’ Brad’s infatuation leads him to decide to cancel his trip back home so he can fly to be with Wade. He tells Gabe and his wife that he needs to make an additional trip to visit an old friend, which isn’t exactly wrong actually. Brad and Wade arrive in Oregon by the next morning. The two men are now kissing often and talking freely with each other as they take a taxi to the outskirts of Portland. Brad laughs as he realizes that Wade got a house in the country in case something were to happen. Wade holds Brad’s hand as he directs him into his home. The spacious layout makes Brad wonder exactly what Wade is. The furniture is sparse and everything looks nailed down. He turns to Wade and puts his free hand on his chin and rubs it. ‘Soo…..what are you sexy creature? Do you have a lair for your transformation?’ ‘Actually I do genius. It won’t be long before you will know either. We need to get some sleep first because I can’t change without energy.’ Wade shows Brad a guest room, but he doesn’t seem to want to go there. ‘I’m not sleeping in there Wade. I made special plans to come here, I want to be with you.’ ‘I don’t trust you man. You will try to make me change before I am ready.’ ‘So it does depend on physical attraction. Hehe thanks for telling me.’ Wade rolls his eyes and points his finger at Brad. ‘No funny stuff Brad. I know you want the beast to be unleashed, but it isn’t safe.’ ‘Okay (crosses fingers behind his back).’ The two men crawl into the big bed in Wade’s bedroom as they take their shirts off. Wade kisses Brad goodnight and goes to sleep. Brad lays there waiting to make a move as he pulls his pants off and strokes his cock. He leans over to rub it against Wade’s back. The sleeping stud moans a little as Brad begins to kiss and lick his lower back. He slowly lowers Wade’s undies to reveal a huge bubble butt which surprises Brad as he makes noises. He leans down to start running his tongue along each cheek before parting them to flick his tongue on Wade’s hole. The sleeping stud growls lowly as Brad strokes his cock a little more. His need to see Wade’s cock overwhelms him as he pulls the man’s drawers completely off and sees a thick meaty rod waiting to be serviced as it begins to pool pre on the bed. Wade begins to sweat profusely as the beads start to move down his body. Brad’s anticipation for Wade’s transformation becomes overwhelming as he grabs the sleeping man's big rod and swallows it down tasting the thick pre flowing from the slit. Wade begins to convulse as he sleeps and squeezes the sides of the mattress. The eager sucker rubs his friend’s stomach as he feels it starting to react. He looks over as the muscles begin to quiver before they start to stretch. Wade agonizes as his belly expands wider. Brad moans feeling each individual abdominal disappear underneath the thick ball of hairy muscle rising from within. It eventually hides Wade’s head from Brad’s view as he continues to worship the huge cock. The admirer moves his hands down towards Wade’s growing quads as they begin filling out and pushing themselves further apart. They thicken into giant hulking trunks of solid mass. The dark black hair on Wade’s body begins to thicken quickly covering up his entire outer layer of skin. The change intensifies as Wade gives in to his change letting his arms and pecs explode in size before his own voice disappears under the tension. Brad continues working over the giant cock and moans louder as he feels it growing from within his lips. The thick muscles start stretching even wider forcing Brad to pull it out of his mouth so he can run his tongue along the sides. He reaches down to feel Wade’s balls expanding in his grasp feeling them stretch as the sack tightens. He can feel them filling up with massive amounts of cum. It is at this point that Brad realizes that Wade is getting closer to the edge. Brad manages to take a peek up at Wade’s face as he can hear him making growling noises as his teeth change and his hands and feet begin to change their appearance. Each finger and toe begins sprouting huge claws which frightens Brad only slightly. It is at this point that Brad risks everything to devour the coming river now flowing into Wade’s giant cock. The human side of him is starting to disappear as the bear from within begins to take over as his face loses its human qualities as a snout forms out of nowhere and his human ears fall off. New bear ears form off the sides of his head as he now resembles a black bear. The bear growls loudly as Brad sucks down the huge volcano of cum now erupting from its cock. He gulps down as much as possible as the white goo flows down his chest. The bear begins to get agitated as it moves away from him before turning around as if it is going to attack. Brad rushes to the doorway of the bedroom before turning to yell out, ‘WADE ITS ME BRAD! PLEASE YOU HAVE TO KNOW IT IS ME!’ The animal stops as its black eyes stare him down as it gets quiet and cocks its head sideways. It closes its mouth before turning to jump out one of the bedroom windows. Brad rushes over to see it jump down on the ground and go rushing through the forest behind the house. He quickly pulls his shorts back on to go out the front door of the house and into the forest to find the animal. He can’t hear anything now which he finds quite peculiar and after several minutes gives up the search. He sits down close to a tree to catch his breath and realizes that he is feeling a bit lightheaded. Without knowing it, a man has shown up out of nowhere and is standing above him. Before he can make any kind of movement, the man grabs him and holds him down on the ground. He covers Brad’s mouth and begins to say something. ‘Shh, no need to be making a ruckus. I know you are looking for Wade.’ (mumbling under the man’s hands) ‘Stop doing that, if you will calm down, I will let you talk.’ Brad nods as he stares up at the man. The man lets go of him as Brad sits up. ‘You were at the reunion weren’t you? You were one of the guys Wade was with.’ ‘That is correct man. You did a very bad thing you know? Him being loose like this is dangerous. Our community will not tolerate outsiders fucking things up.’ ‘I couldn’t help it he makes me crazy with lust for some reason.’ The man smells the cum on Brad’s chest as his own hazel eyes grow larger. ‘You are trying to make yourself change aren’t you little man? It isn’t that simple fortunately. You have to be compatible with your mate.’ ‘When will I know if I am? I am feeling really dizzy right now.’ The man laughs at him. ‘Well it is a slow process, but you will start to feel something change inside you in a relatively short timeframe.’ The man looks up in the sky and starts to make strange noises. ‘You better move along man, I can’t control this much longer. I have been holding back my change since I saw you here. I….(stretch)….oh shit…(shirt rip)….too fucking…(muscles growing)….late (pants split)’ Brad jumps up and rushes over behind a huge bush nearby as he watches the man commence into his transformation. The change he is witnessing begins to turn him on somehow as he feels a sense of ecstasy rushing inside him. The man only groans slightly as he grows taller feeling his bones crack and his boots explode under the pressure of his new paws. Brad moans as the man’s clothes rip and shred completely off as an insane amount of muscle begins appearing all over his body. The man practically moans as his body hair changes over to fur as he sprouts a huge brown tail to accompany his shiny brown body. Remarkably his face remains the same until the end when his muzzle finally sprouts causing him to anguish in pain and he voice changes to howls. Brad’s excitement causes him to accidentally rustle the bush too much which attracts the giant beast immediately. Before he can try to get away, the werewolf snatches him up into its grasp and starts to growl at him loudly. ‘Ohh dear gawd please mister wolf, I’m not ready to die yet. You have such amazing fur and muscles though. Can I at least touch you for a second?’ Brad reaches around to feel the beast’s huge hairy back and moans deeply feeling its incredible thickness and power. To his surprise, the hazel-eyed beast smiles at him and reaches down to breathe down on his face and starts running its tongue up and down his chest. The feeling makes Brad nearly go limp in the werewolf’s arms. It starts to run its claws along his legs and arms teasing him like its going to rip into him. Brad surprisingly moans as the beast smells him again before laying him down on the ground. Brad looks up into its eyes and wonders if the man is fully aware of what is going on. ‘You have some kind of control inside there don’t you?’ The werewolf almost smirks and even nods at him before running its tongue along his neck. Brad nearly loses his composure as he fears what the beast is up to. Without warning, the werewolf digs its teeth slowly into Brad’s flesh penetrating and drawing blood. It places a giant paw on his mouth as it holds its position as the blood slowly trickles down his chest. Then it digs its other claw into his left leg as Brad begins to lose consciousness. It picks Brad up after finally conquering him and puts his lifeless body on its back as it gets on all fours. It begins to move at a steady pace through the forest making sure that he doesn’t fall off. It appears that Brad’s life may turn out to be extraordinary after all. End of Part 2

A true pup knows he is never a slave. He can walk away from the relationship at any time. That’s part of the intense thrill between a daddy and his young mate. If the big dude is a true muscle daddy then he’s like this huge pup-magnet that pulls on the smaller dude with such a force that he never even contemplates leaving his master’s side. It’s the most natural and comfortable relationship ever created – pup needing security and daddy needing adoration. The more your love grows for an admiring young thing the more you want to protect him, mentor him, and even grow him. Yeah, part of being a good muscle daddy is knowing that you should always be working to create your replacement. Big guys are a dime a dozen but true muscle gods – the kind that can truly breed others are very rare. Of course, it takes two to tango. You have to have the perfect pup to train. If you get a good one then half your work is already done. I was lucky – being a pup builder was now in my DNA. I had been formed by one of the best. The day he had set me free to go and find my own little men had been one of the hardest in my life, but I had realized how important it was. I was carrying on a tradition – one that had been around since the beginning of time. I needed to go plow my DNA into some little worshipper that, in turn, would someday grow big enough and strong enough to train other pups into becoming muscle daddies. It was the evolution of huge men. “Butch, sir, I’m looking for something,” the pup said, pulling me back into the moment. “Well, actually I’m looking for someone. But not just anyone. I’m looking for someone powerful, because I’m looking to be tamed and it’s going to take someone very, very strong to accomplish that.” More beautiful words had never been spoken. What Bradley was basically doing was giving me permission to be myself – completely. He was taking a chance and letting me know that he wanted to be dominated. Again, he was speaking in code – testing the water to see if I might be exactly what he was looking for. A pretty muscle boy would simply just flex and say, “I’ve got the body you need.” That’s not what Bradley wanted, though. He could probably get any handsome big man he’d ever laid eyes on. That was a simple catch for a guy like him. But to find a guy that saw the situation in its totality was very hard. Bradley wanted a guy that had the muscles, the inner strength, the patience, the attitude, the intelligence, the wisdom, and all that comes with being a true daddy. It wasn’t about getting laid – it was about being able to submit yourself completely to another man. I also had a feeling Bradley was powerful as shit in the business world. I had a feeling he had people jumping at his every word all the time. He was looking for someone that would make him jump. He was looking for a guy that would laugh at him if he uttered a command. I had a feeling I was Bradley’s man, but I knew there were some more tests before we found out if we were “made” for each other. I thought it was important, however, that I answer his latest question in a way that he’d never forget. I placed the little guy back down on the barstool. I then leaned down and flexed my big gun right beside his head. I then placed my face against his – pushing his cheek, ear, and head into my hard bulging biceps. My mouth was next to his ear. The guy moaned slightly from the feeling of being surrounded by muscle and a scruffy beard. “I can be as powerful as you want me to be . . . and then some,” I whispered softly, flexing my arm even harder to emphasize my point. The dude sucked in air and I’m sure got kind of dizzy. His body was in reaction overload. I could hear him whispering as he counted to ten over and over – clearly trying to prevent himself from spewing. I had answered him in almost the exact way of his fantasies – I’m sure. I could tell his brain was battling between thinking I was too good to be true and the fact that he wanted to submit him to me completely right then and there. Bradley was a sharp businessman, though. I could tell. He knew not to blow his wad – forgive the pun – on an unproven entity, but everything in his body was confirming I was a muscle daddy beyond compare. I decided to drive home my point. “Need something broken, Bradley? I can break it for you,” I said. “Need someone punished? I can punish ‘em and I can be as brutal as you want me to be. Need to be pounded dude? I’m the best pounder you’ll ever meet. Need protection? Nothing’s ever going to get through me. Need something big to hold onto? Well, I think you’ve already realized that’s not a problem, either.” “Sir, if you don’t be quiet – even just for a minute – I’m going to pass out,” he said putting a hand to my mouth. “If you want something massive to be flexed, I’ve got lots of big things to tense,” I said out of the side of my mouth, just to tease him more. He turned his hand sideways so it would cover my lips completely. I took the chance to kiss his palm gently. He opened his eyes, which had been closed so he wouldn’t spurt out a big load, and gazed at my face. His look said so much. There was a deep pleading that almost choked me up. The dude was clearly desperate for me to be the one – for me to be real. I understood this, because I felt the same way about him. Earthquakes, hurricanes, and tornadoes would not have moved me from this man at that moment. Something incredibly magical was happening. Two souls were meeting on a plane that was only perceptible to them. No one else in the room would have understood or even felt what we were feeling. He bit his upper lip and forced his breathing to not be so hard. He had been on the brink of ejaculation, but something much more intimate was taking over. “I really need this to be real,” he said – and I knew it would be the most heartfelt thing I’d ever hear in my entire life. “I know it’s been less than a few hours, but my body had never been this fucking sure. My head says yes. My gut says yes. My heart says yes. And my cock screams yes. Hell, I even think my small toe says yes. But don’t take me down this road, big man, unless you’re sure, too. I could get lost in you. I could get very lost. You could break my bones and I’d finally heal, but I’m pretty sure if you broke my spirit, I’d never trust anyone ever again. So walk away now, if this isn’t right for you, too.” I leaned in and kissed him. I realized – at that particular moment – no words would be sufficient. I knew that I needed to show him how I felt – instead of trying to prove it with weak sentences. He needed the kind of confirmation that only strong lips and a prying tongue could give. Our kiss turned ravenous instantly. He grabbed the side of my face and pulled my head into his with a force that even impressed a big guy like me. His tongue actually gave mine a run for its money and we battled powerfully as we traded spit. We both were moaning a little and I could sense that people were staring. I didn’t care. This little fucker knew how to lip-lock like a pro. I was tensing every muscle in my body trying not to explode because of his incredible oral skills. I finally had to pull my face from his – fearful that I might orgasm at any second. “Holy shit, little man, where’d you learn to do that?” I asked, reaching up to fan my face. “Just now, sir. I needed you to know how much I cared.” he replied. “Well it worked,” I shot back. “That’s like a secret weapon, dude.” “Did I find the big man’s kryptonite?” he asked. “Hell no, just the opposite. Kisses like that can make me take on the world,” I answered. “Something I’d love to watch,” he teasingly said. “You need a big knight in shining armor, little man?” I asked, deciding to toy with him, too. “I’d prefer a muscle daddy in leather, sir,” he replied. I had anticipated him to continue the playful banter, but – instead – he went for honesty. A big surge of juice shot from my balls when I heard his answer. The little guy was so spontaneous and such a mystery. He could be so cheeky and joking at one moment and then he’d surprise me with a comment I knew revealed corners of his soul. I’m sure part of what made a good businessman was to always keep them guessing – and he was doing that quite well with me. I was still being tested. He was making sure I had the ability to keep up with him – to banter with him when he needed to play and to turn serious when it was time to – even if only briefly – open up. I’d seen his type before – but no one had ever been this deliciously honest before. Most guys could volley a cute conversation for a while but usually they’d become distracted by my body or quickly become bored. It seemed like this guy was a pro – but I still treaded lightly. Neither of us wanted to be hurt – and we both knew it could still happen. “I’ve got a drawer full of fun leather apparel. Maybe you’d like to see me model it sometime?” I said, noting how his crotch twitched at the statement. “I plan on it, sir,” he replied – and his tone told me something that solidified this guy as a major contender for my next long-term relationship – maybe he’d even be the ‘one.’ “It’s not going to be tonight, though, is it?” I asked, crossing my fingers in my mind, hoping for the right answer. “We both know the answer to that already, sir,” he replied, smiling broadly. “If I came home with you tonight I’d be just one of them. You’d be the same for me. Either one of us can easily find distractions, but I have the feeling that you’re actually looking for the same thing I am. You’re looking for honesty, dedication, adoration, and someone who needs you desperately. Someone that needs all the things you can offer and all the things you can do. You’ve been testing me all night long – just like I have you. Sure, we can go get our rocks off at your place if we wanted to. That would be nice, I’m sure – but we can do that any night of the week. What’s been happening to both of us during these last few hours only happens once or twice in a lifetime. I’m going to wine and dine you, my friend. I’m going to show you off as much as I can. I want to see how you do outside of this bar – which is clearly your domain. I’m simply a visitor in the kingdom of muscle daddies. I have a feeling there’s no test I could give you that you won’t ace easily, but when it comes to protecting my heart I have no problem sticking to a game plan. I’m sure all of this makes sense, doesn’t it.” “Most of it makes perfect sense. You seem to have one part wrong, though,” I said – leaning in to emphasize my point. “Oh,” he said, looking a little disappointed that I might say something wrong, “What’s that?” “If someone’s going to be leading the wining and dining it’s going to be me,” I said, oozing so much confidence my own words even turned me on a little. The man stopped breathing. I had usurped his authority – his leadership abilities – without him even seeing it coming. This didn’t distress him – no, it actually did the opposite. It thrilled him. He had forgotten one of the golden rules of being with a muscle daddy – the big guy’s always in control. I had assured my dominance in just one sentence and he loved it. “Of course, sir,” he said, quietly. I grabbed his chin softly with my big hand and again brought my face into his. This time, he was ready for me from the start. His lips, tongue, and mouth took over the kiss in a way that made my toes curl tightly in my boots. I also squeezed his chin harder which made him moan with happiness. The guy shot a hand up to my biceps, copping a feel of my muscle mountain. I could tell by the way he latched on to my gun that he was falling for me, big time. I was feeling the same way about him. I pushed his face back a little, just so I could remind him of who was boss. “Did you forget your proper place, little stud,” I asked, smiling so he’d know I was teasing. “Yes sir,” he sheepishly replied. “Don’t let it happen again,” I said, pulling his face back into a passionate kiss and then letting him go. Bradley let go of my big biceps and made a fist with his hand. He started punching my big mound of muscle and then moaned a little when the hard thing didn’t give at all. I tensed it even more and he put a little more power behind his punch, marveling at how the thing still didn’t budge when he smacked it with his clenched hand. He kept pounding it harder and harder – which, in turn, made my cock get harder and harder. He finally stopped – probably because his fingers had started to hurt. He pulled back and looked up into my face. “Hard enough for you?” I asked. “I don’t know, sir, you’re not inside me, yet,” he quickly replied and I almost fell over from the thrill his words gave me. “Aw, little man, you can’t come out of nowhere with comments like that. You have no idea what that does to me,” I said, closing my eyes briefly to calm my dick down. “You see, that’s the problem,” he shot back, “I know exactly what it does to you . . . sir.” “Are you sure you’re going to be able to handle what you’ve started here, little fella? I can be wilder than a herd of stampeding buffalo when I get a little excited,” I warned him. “I hope you’re more than just a little excited, sir,” he said with an impish smile. “I’m feeling like I may go ‘all in’ for this thing happening between us, so I’d like to know that I’m turning you on something fierce.” “We’ve got to slow down, little man or I’m going to either explode or rip you apart,” I said, quickly putting an end to our little teasing session. “I hope that explains how fierce I am.” I meant it, too. I had gotten jacked to the point where I could have easily gone beyond the point of no return. I wanted the little guy so much that my body was screaming for me to attack. That’s the thing about finding a true worshipper, though – he’s worth the wait. You force yourself to not give into your basic urges, just so you can be with the ideal mate. Even though I was a pro muscle daddy, I still didn’t trust myself when it came to preventing myself from giving in to my need for pleasure. The bigger a man is the bigger his desire. I was aching for my new buddy so much that all I could think about was him being speared on my hard rod. But that needed to wait. I was still convinced that he could be so much more than just a good fuck. I moved away from him so the heat between us could cool a little.

Chapter 1 – The Magician The streetlights flicked on, signaling the start of the evening. The clouds drifted over the cobalt sky and the moon made its presence known. A cloaked man sat down at a table underneath on of the dim lights. The table had an ornate blue tablecloth and a single deck of cards on top of it. He sat and began to shuffle the deck mindlessly. Humming a verses of a hymn to himself, he finished shuffling the deck. He straightened the tablecloth and carefully set down the deck. This man was by no means a hustler or gambler. He was a fortuneteller, a reader of the cards. He folded his hands on the table and sighed. With his face looking to the stars he murmured, “Let’s see if I can find someone tonight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - --- - Malcolm was on his way to his debate team competition. His skinny body scurried along the sidewalk in a hurry. He was going to be late and it was already getting dark out. He waited at an intersection and waited for the ‘go’ signal. His backpack weighted heavily on his weak shoulders, so he set it down and rolled his shoulders in relief. The last sliver of sun slipped under the horizon as he waited impatiently. He checked his watch several times. After growing too impatient he peered around the corner and wondered if he could use that street as a shortcut. He glanced and his watch once again and made a decision. His hand grabbed his backpack by the top handle and he turned the corner. He tried to go at a jog but quickly tired himself. He dropped his bag and put his hands on his knees as he panted. “No wonder Rod and the rest of the wrestlers tease me during gym. I can’t run to save my life.” In truth, Malcolm was no athlete. Brains were his companion, specifically his knowledge of strategy. It was the reason he had decided to join the debate team, but he found no real comfort there either. Nathan, the captain of the Debate team, was no better to Malcolm than Rod or the other wrestlers. It is often said smarter people can be more damaging when they are the bully, and for Malcolm, that is true. Malcolm was used to the jeers from the wrestlers about his lack of athleticism, but his captain insulted him on an intellectual level. This destroyed most of his confidence, of what little he had. The only reason he stayed with the team was due to his belief that if he left, the bullying would become even worse. No amount of strategic planning could get him out of the mess he was in now. He planned to just take a quick nap to look refreshed for the debate, but ended up oversleeping. Rushed out of the house with his bag, but forgot to wear an undershirt and grab a tie. He knew just how Nathan would get onto him for this. He sighed and finally looked at his surroundings. A look of pure panic overcame his face as he realized the area looked unfamiliar. He was lost. His head frantically searched back and forth for some way to get him back on track. “I’m definitely going to be late now,” he thought as he mentally kicked himself for not waiting for the signal to change. The street was dark and no cars could be seen. All of the stores and building were closed, even a few were boarded up. The streetlights dimly illuminate path forward. He sighed again and began to walk forward hoping he could find somewhere to get his bearings. The only noise that could be heard was his backpack being dragged behind him. He somberly looked ahead and noticed a man’s shadow under one of the streetlights across the street. A little light of hope lit inside him. His pace quickened slightly, “Maybe I won’t be so late.” As he drew closer to the figure he realized the figure was sitting and cloaked. He slowed back to his original pace as some apprehension came over him. Beginning to wonder if it was safe to approach the figure, he came to a stop. He could hear his own heartbeat and he began to breathe hard, but as much as he wanted to, he could not approach the figure. “I know you are lost,” he heard out of nowhere and became startled. “Excu-cuse m-m-me…” he said softly. “No need to be frightened. Come over here and let me show you the way.” A voice that sounded like it came from the direction of the figure. Malcolm meekly walked forward and to the front of the table. Before Malcolm could say a word, the man took a deck of cards and laid some of them out in front of Malcolm. “Pick one,” he said in a gentle tone. Confused, he picked one up and showed it to the cloaked man. The card was not a playing card like he expected it to be; instead it was extremely ornate with an image of an infinity sign over fire with a male figure seeming to direct the flames. He looked up from the card and saw the man’s face was obscured by the shadow of his hood, but Malcolm could just make out a smile from the man. “Ah, the Magician,” once again Malcolm was taken aback by the man’s voice. “You see boy, I don’t read maps, I read the cards. I can see in your future lies confidence in both yourself and your use of knowledge.” There was a serious note to his voice that creeped Malcom out a little. Malcolm looked away and thought to himself, “What a waste of time.” But as soon as he said it the man pointed his finger down the dimly lit street. “Now go or else you are going to be late,” the man said, surprising Malcolm as he left with his bag in hand. --- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Malcolm walked down the empty street, extremely weird out by the encounter with the cloaked man. A shiver ran though him as he thought about getting a jacket, but the cold stopped bothering him a few minutes after. He reasoned it was because he was working hard enough just to lug around his backpack. Sweat began to form on his pasty skin. Stopping for a moment, he caught his breathe and set down his bag. “Whew. Why is it so damn hot?” He said, tugging at his collar. His watch felt tight and he loosened it back a hole, then two holes. He then noticed the time, “Shit I’m gonna be so late.” Malcolm had never been the one to cuss often, but this night was considerably stressful for him. He threw his bag onto his shoulders and moved at a brisk pace down the lane. He didn’t seem to realize that his backpack did not feel as heavy as it did before. His shoulders now had more meat on them than they had minutes beforehand. In fact, his shoulders also widened to match their new thickness. Because his shoulders were so wide, instead of a v-taper, they gave his torso more of a T-shape. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, he rolled his shoulders causing his shirt to stretch a bit. The shirt itself had become darkened by his profuse sweat. He wiped some sweat from his brow, thinking nothing of how his bicep bunched up in his sleeve. When he walked, his shoulders and arms now had a swing to them thanks to the new found muscle mass. The now dark blue fabric was pulled taught over his biceps, not to the point of tearing, but tight enough to easily show them off. Had there been no sleeve at all, one could see the veins begin to snake down the meaty limb. He came to a pause again to rub his shoulders. He could not remember why he was feeling so sore tonight. His right hand moved to his left shoulders and massage the pumped muscle. As he squeezed it, his knuckles cracked and widened. This was followed by each thin finger crack, lengthening, and finally thickening until they looked like the hand of a person who was well versed in the ways of weightlifting. His left hand mimicked the transformation when he rubbed his right shoulder. He shook his shoulders afterwards, forgetting about the momentum they now carried as his backpack swung from side to side. It did seem to loosen him up, but he still felt uncomfortable. As he swallowed he realized he had buttoned his top button in his rush to leave. Mentally facepalming himself, he undid the top button and let his neck breathe. He rubbed it as he cleared his throat. His adam’s apple was now prominently displayed on the column of corded muscle. He cracked his neck and realized how much time he had been wasting. “Fuck, I gotta get moving,” he said in a much lower voice than before. Even when he talked normally it sounded commanding and confident. The only words that could describe Malcolm’s current gate would be awkward and comical. With each step his shoulders moved in an exaggerated motion. His arms swung in a wider radius due to the motion of his shoulders. All the while, this did not bother him, his mind was elsewhere. He was thinking about where he was going and why he was so damn sore. He grumbled to himself as his thoughts jumbled about in his head. He knew he was going to a competition, but a thought lingered in the back of his mind that he had just come from one. He was contemplating how he would go into the debate. Would he charge straight at his opponent or let the opposition think they have the advantage and flip them over? He mulled it over in his head. Shaking his head, brown locks of hair grew out as he cleared his mind. He needed to get his head out of the previous match. “A match. Oh yeah! My match.” He grumbled to himself as he sped into a brisk jog. Each leg began to bulk up into strong pillars of muscle. His calves became firm and began to take on a diamond shape. Veins snaked in both directions from his calves towards his feet and thighs. As they spread, his legs lengthened from an average 5’7” to a more confident 6’ stature. The added five inches seemed to make him adjust his gait to show off more confidence. His thighs had begun to push against his pants as they widened. And with large thighs comes a matching set of glutes which promptly strained the back seams of his pants. Each pump of his veins added more definition and strength to his upper legs. This effect quickly trickled down his legs and sculpted his calves into pistons of hard muscle. One step forward caused his right foot to burst out of his shoe, lengthening and widening from its previous size 9 to a proper size 13. Another step had a nice Nike shoe reform around his larger foot. Two more steps and the process was repeated by his left foot. His lower body had been remade to push himself towards his opponent and knock them down. His underwear began to stretch and switch from being made of cotton to being made of Lycra. It snuck down each leg slightly and began moving up his abs and back. As the lycra crept over his torso, new memories crept into his mind. He was coming from a match, but also going to one. The lycra moved over his pecs, his nipples now big enough that they evidently pushed against it. He was going to a debate match, but what match was he coming from? The material slipped over his wider back. The match had to do something with his pumped muscles, but what kind of match would do that? The lycra split and formed two straps over each of his arching traps. It was really bugging him; how could he forget something so soon? The material tightened over his muscles forming into a dark blue singlet with his school’s mascot on the front. He was the star wrestler of his high school varsity team. The realization lit up his face as he finally figured it out and his confusion quickly left his mind. This realization also brought the transformation to his head. Melcolm’s neck thickened to one that was namesake to his sport. His jaw chiseled itself until he was almost GQ model worthy, but that was only a matter of time until it surpassed GQ model worthy in the coming years. Stubble poked its way out of his chin, giving him some designer stubble. It was a chocolaty brown, just like his hair that had begun to curl slightly at the end. His lips puffed out just slightly and adjusted to give him a slight cocky sneer. Melcor pulled out his phone and texted a “Where r u?” to a contact named Rod on his phone, which had been his watch moments earlier. He slipped the phone into his pocket of his dress pants and readjusted his black tie that he didn’t have moments beforehand. Just a few moments later he received a text back from Rod that read, “Was still at the meet. Had to talk to coach about moving up a weight class. Plus had to pick up YOUR jacket that you forgot. Be at the crossing in a min.” Meyer smacked himself in the forehead as he moved to the intersection a few feet ahead to look for Rod’s car. How could he have forgotten that he asked his boyfriend to pick up his jacket that he needed for the Debate competition tonight. He knew Nathan wouldn’t get on his best guy for being a little late, but forgetting to dress properly was unforgivable. Sure enough, a once unfamiliar car pulled up beside Meyes as the doors unlocked. He got inside and Rod from the wrestling team in the driver’s seat. Rod’s face was slightly unfamiliar. I wasn’t the harsh look Malcolm had been used to, it had a kind demeanor that Meyer loved. Rod was no longer a bully, but instead protected the nerds from bullies, which Meyer loved. Meyer was still staring at Rod when he began driving again, but hit a red light. “What?” Rod asked as he slowed the car to a stop. “Nothing… Just looking at how beautiful you are,” and he moved over and planted a kiss on his boyfriend’s lips. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The sun finished setting as the fortune teller smiled. He packed up his cards for the night and retreated into the shadows…

Maybe what I was thinking in my head didn't transfer to the computer. I saw the "gang" planning to capture the main character and Zeke was just following what the leader told him to do. During the fight, however, he decided it would be a lot more fun to be rid of the gang and go with this new guy. Hope that makes sense, but if it doesn't - remember, it's just a fantasy. Thanks so much for reading it, too.

Wow! I loved this story LB! Completely up my alley, I knew there was something missing in the new MGForum and this is it, a super duper strength story! A story about two guys that are so strong that cars, trucks, buses, buildings, and just every single other thing on Earth are nothing but their playthings, I agree with Shade, there's only one thing to complain about, this should've been a lot longer, more muscle description, more feats of strength, more talking about feats of super strength that they would do to turn the other one on. Excellent writing once again, outside of Chip Masterson maybe, no one writes super strength male muscle fiction better!

Absolutely my cup of tea. My only complaint was that it was too short.

The last word actually made his cock twitch hard. I could feel it next to mine. His entire body seemed to vibrate, as well, as if in unison with his stiff meat. I could have sworn the guy whispered the word ‘finally’ but it could have just been my own hopeful imagination. I could feel his ass clamping tightly together, as well. I didn’t know exactly what was causing his reaction, but I knew I liked it. Again, it took almost all of my strength not to squeeze the dude so hard that something broke. It was like I wanted his body to melt into mine. I had a need to be so close to him that a mere hug wouldn’t and couldn’t be enough to satisfy. Instead, my big paws squeezed his hard ass tightly causing the dude to wince a little, but he also gurgled something about me being ‘so big and strong.’ I knew it was best to distract myself from my intense desires of the moment, so I went back to asking questions. “What’s you name, kid,” I said, smiling at his face. “Bradley,” he replied. It wasn’t Biff, but it was close. He definitely looked like a Bradley and I bet he was a ‘the second’ or better yet ‘the third.’ That would make things even more complete. Hearing his name made me want to flex my guns, so I tensed my arms as I held his body at my waist. His eyes shot exactly where I hoped they would when my biceps swelled thicker. He mouthed some words but it wasn’t hard to see they were ‘fuck yeah.’ This high-powered businessman, this preppy ‘I come from old money’ dude clearly got off on things more powerful than him. I bet he owned a fast car. I bet he employed a trainer that looked like a trainer should – huge, hot, and virile. I bet he loved to skydive. The guy probably loved being near things that reminded him of his own mortality – his limits. I was pretty sure he loved anything that could subdue him. That’s why my arms easily caught and kept all of his attention. He could feel the power of my guns, since they were easily holding him in the air, but looking at their power – taking in their hugeness and beauty along with knowing what they could do – that’s what turned him on even more. It was like he was some kind of tactile learner, who needed to see and experience things to believe them. But he definitely loved it when things looked powerful. I could again feel his cock twitching for joy as he gazed at my tensed arms. There’s something special that happens to a mature muscle man when he figures out some young thing is attracted to his daddy strength and size. It’s hard to explain, but there’s a switch that goes on inside the big man’s head and he instantly intuits what will make the other guy happy. I’m pretty sure it comes with age and not just from being big. I’ve seen some big men in my life that had no idea how to please little fellas. But give a muscleman some years and a whole lot of experience and the wisdom flows as easily as a posing routine. My dick registered the little pup’s reaction to my tensed arms way before my brain did. It’s like the synapses from what my hands were feeling and all that my eyes were witnessing decided to go south first, alerting my cock to potential pleasure before it did the same for my brain. The pup’s expression as he gaped upon my massive biceps signified another hurdle had been leapt over in this little muscle tango he and I were doing. I was passing some test, moving to the next round, and being moved to the front of the class in this guy’s opinion – and that was just as important as him getting to new levels in my estimation. In order for a young small buck to want to be controlled, subdued, or dominated he needs to trust his master completely. He’s got to want his master completely. I learned a long time ago there are guys out there that say they love big men, but I quickly realized they knew nothing about true muscle worship. Let me give all my big muscled brothers a little word of advice – if you come across small dudes who think that worshipping your big bod is only about them touching or you flexing please turn around and run. For one thing, the verbal ascent to worship needs to be intense and should almost equal the final explosion. A true worshipper is not afraid to talk about your huge muscles or their thirst for said mounds of beef. A sure sign of a lousy worshipper is a silent worshipper. Another way of weeding out unsuccessful worshippers is listening close to their terminology. If a small dude can only say ‘I love your fucking huge arms’ and ‘Wow, what a giant chest,’ it’s more than likely you have only a muscle whore on your hands. Don’t get me wrong – there’s a place for muscle whores in every big man’s life, but they aren’t meant to be long term. They’re good when you want to just get a superficial boost to your ego. These guys are what I call the lightweights. They usually shoot their loads before you even get fully charged – mainly because they just love bulges – and not what has gone into making those bulges. These shallow dudes will squirt all over the place as soon as you flex a little or let them touch your body. Rarely are they concerned about you getting off and the thought of you being a little rough makes them go nelly screaming out of your apartment. Like I said before, there’s a place for such guys in the world – but I’ve grown wise in my old age and I’ve learned to look for something much more substantial – something a lot deeper. A true muscle daddy worshipper appreciates your wisdom as much as he appreciates your size. He’s into your bulges – I guarantee that – but he’s just as excited about seeing how those muscles influence your daddy psyche, as well. The guys that turn out to be keepers need their big man to be three-dimensional. The little pup’s said, “He, of course, needs to have the body from hell, but he better have the attitude from hell, too.” I’m not talking about being some ax murderer or psychopath – I mean the muscled dude has to have a cockiness that enables him to squeeze his pup’s neck hard for a greeting or can make flirts back away from his pup with just a low growl or an intense stare. If a young stud is a real worshipper he’ll be looking for the daddies that have the third aspect of a complete package – the big man has to have experience. This is why most young men can’t reach true muscle daddy-om. They don’t have the years that make them fantastic kissers, charming beyond your wildest dreams, pro sexual athletes, and – most importantly – men with a sixth sense about exactly what will make their pup happy. It’s, of course, rare that such specific and powerfully-charge individuals can find each other, but it does happen. I knew many couples that were living in daddy-pup bliss and had been for years. Unfortunately, that special prize had eluded me for all of my life. I had been with some fantastic guys – but most of them had merely turned out to be muscle whores. They were into my hard beef, but could not have cared less about my thoughts, my wisdom, or my need to truly dominate a guy. Let’s stop and get one thing straight – the word dominate has gotten a bad rap in recent years. Everyone views it as something negative or demeaning. I think the great work in the area of spousal abuse had really brought the wrong kind of attention to the type of domination I’m referring to. In the muscle daddy world – to dominate means there first had to be an invitation. It’s like the big man is standing on the side of the ballroom and he only enters the dance if some young pup walks up to him and asks. That’s why most of my evenings with so-called muscle worshippers merely ended in them getting off on my massiveness. That’s all they wanted. But it can be so much more – it can be so much more empowering to be dominated. It’s when that special someone trusts you so completely and needs you so completely that they actually request you to become something special for them – something more powerful. That’s when the true magic happens. That’s when lives change. And what’s crazy – what you might not fully understand – is that the dominator is subdued, as well. He becomes a slave to his pup. There’s no way for you to fully understand until it happens to you, but let’s just say that you give up all rational thought when you become somebody’s full fledge muscle daddy. You become their protector, their trainer, their disciplinarian, and so much more – but you also become tied to them in a way that all the fucking strength in your body could not undo no matter how hard you try. You become theirs as much as they become yours. So, you can see how thrilling it could be to pass certain hurdles in this dance the young pup and I were doing. I could feel my own heart swelling with hope – with anticipation over what the next few hours could bring. I had been on the precipice many times before – only to be a solo jumper, the would-be pup preferring the safety of the ledge instead of joyously falling into the abyss of true muscle worship. My fantasies of what might be had taken me to some other place and the pup had finally torn his eyes away from my bulging arms to notice (another sign of a true worshipper – caring about what was happening with the daddy). He wanted to bring me back into the glorious here and now. “And what’s your name, sir?” he asked, clearly knowing full well what the word at the end of his sentence would do to me. To a muscle daddy – a good one – hearing the word ‘sir’ sends a jolt to his balls that equals the electricity it takes to light up a small town. My mother always made me use the words ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ to show that I was raised right and I think it is a very similar situation when pup’s say ‘sir.’ This dude was sending me a message with a simple three-letter word. He wanted me to know that he was raised right when it came to respect and adoration of elders. He also wanted me to know that he had some basic knowledge in the world of submission. Since gay men were now allowed to live such open lives the new ‘in the closet’ was when it came to fetishes. Gay men today had learned to talk in code to make clear what they were into – or what they weren’t into. The word ‘sir’ was definitely part of the muscle daddy worshipping scene – and it was used frequently to help others know if they could proceed with their flirting or not. The pup was clearly inviting me to move to the next level of our ever-evolving understanding of each other. We were peeling back the layers of the onion until we got to the core – the place where we both would be free to assume the roles we both desperately wanted. Each of us, however, knew to take it slowly. One false step could ruin the entire dance and we were definitely far too engaged in the glorious ball to let that foolishly happen. “People call me Butch,” I replied. “Of course they do,” he said seriously. “I’m glad to know your name, but I think I’ll just call you ‘sir’ if that’s okay with you.” There was that word again. My cock thumped against his hard-on. He felt it – I could tell by the smile that sprang to his face. My body had betrayed me. It gave away in a clear and precise way what that word did to me. I could see that he was overjoyed to recognize that fact. I got the feeling my little pup was checking off some list in his head as he got to know me better in the same way I was doing it for him. This seemed to solidify our connection even more. He, of course wasn’t going to be a total gentleman and let my body’s involuntary jolt of pleasure go without being alluded to. “You deserve the respect, sir,” he said, emphasizing the last word on purpose – and smiling even more when my cock again throbbed noticeably. “I know I do,” I shot back – my cock was uncontrollably reacting to this guy’s tone of respect, but that didn’t mean he was in charge. Cockiness was one of the three supports of being a muscle daddy and I could call on that reservoir of confidence whenever I wanted. I truly knew how incredible I was – and not only did it make me sure of myself, it also helped me to shower that same feeling on others. “I get the feeling you can be the perfect respectful pup.” I had anticipated his lust for that certain word correctly. His entire body shook with revealing pleasure – a response similar to mine. We both realized another hurdle had been easily sailed over. I loved the fact that he had to close his eyes – until the joyous jolt of worshipper euphoria passed. I wondered briefly if he was also saying a silent prayer to the muscle gods in hopes the beefy older dude holding him might be the real deal. I added my own plea to Mount Olympus or wherever for the same thing. I was beginning to worry that I was moving beyond a point of return. I was so hopeful about this pup I was beginning to worry that I might be projecting a lot of his reactions. I tried to be reasonable and realistic, but it was hard when all the signs pointed to your desired end.

Hi All, I posted this on the old site and did it here earlier today but it didn't appear for some reason. Here it is again. I have another in the pipeline.. Enjoy, TC It was just one of those days when everything seemed to go wrong. Richard was a runner for a local PR company and he hated it. The job should have been sweet, meeting new people every day and doing projects for the big and famous. What did these guys do ? They designed websites and did adverts for dog food and baby powder. Richards ,job ? Well, he could source lattes from any number of shops in the area in 10 minutes flat. “A great achievement that” he thought to himself disconsolately as he started out of the office on yet another coffee run. “This job sucks” thought the 20 year old. At 5ft 8 he was average height in fact he was pretty much average everything. He wasn't an unattractive kid but was carrying a little extra weight here and there. His hair needed cutting, it was a little to long and was a bit too greasy, He had a few spots on his face and his nose seemed a little too pug like giving him a slightly piggy look, His chin was a little double but when he smiled his face lit up and his pale grey eyes sparkled. He just wasn't that happy that he smiled to often at the moment. Let's face it his main hobbies were watching re-runs of STNG and WoW, with maybe a little date with madame palm and her five lovely daughters. He was lonely and a little sad but he deserved more. He was a good worker to with a creative flair that wasn't recognised by his employers. He needed a change. As he wandered the streets, taking the long route to the coffee shop he noticed a new bookshop he'd never seen before. Which was weird as the place looked like it had always been there. They also had a small coffee area. “Cool” he smiled to himself. He could kill 2 birds with one stone here. He pushes the door open that jingles with the sound of an old fashioned bell at the top of the door. The shop is well lit at the front where the counter and the coffee shop area are, The assistant looks up from his book and smiles in welcome. “Good morning, welcome to the BB book store” he says as he finds and marks his place in the book before he puts it on the counter. “Hi” says Richard shyly as he hands over a list of coffees for his colleagues The assistant takes the note and looks at it and smiles. “No problem with this. Although these will take a few minutes to do” He gestures to the stacks that lead into the shadows at the rear of the shop. “Why not take a look around and see if there's something that catches your eye?” “Sure, thanks” Richard feels himself colour slightly under the guys rather intense stare. He can't put his finger on it but there's something about this guy. He walks back into the stacks of the shop and starts looking at the shelves and their contents, There's all the usual stuff. Fiction and reference off all types, he stops for a minute or two at the sci-fi section before he looks up and notices the biography section. It is huge. The whole section takes up the entire back wall of the shop. Richard starts to look at the books and soon realises he's never heard of any of the people in these books. Kyne Stanton “The lives and loves of a rockstar” Aiden Riddick “Running back but never backwards. A footballers tale” and so on. One in particular caught his eye, it seemed to have fallen onto a shelf on its own. He picked it up. It was a large thick book with a picture of a man half in shadow on the cover, It was the eyes that got him. They were a very strange shade of blue, quite dark for a blue almost purple in the shadowed light of the shop. The title read Kayne Richards, Play Hard Fight Dirty. Richard found himself licking his lips as he brushed the cover of the book before he opened it to the first page... He started to read Chapter 1 Kayne Richards was born in January 1976 to an East London couple, his mother work in a local pub and his father owned and ran the local boxing gym, occasionally hosting and taking part in prize fights much to his wife’s chagrin. When Kayne was born Craig Richards gave up the prize fighting and concentrated on making the gym a decent business with which he could support his family. Kaynes mother Margaret or Peggy as she is known gave up the pub to look after their new baby boy who was born weighing in at 12lb 3 oz. He was a quiet child who never seemed to cry and his mother said he had very pale blue eyes at that age and would often just stare at people. As he grew up Kayne adopted his parents work ethic and tried hard at school. Whilst not the greatest academic he was a good lad, who stood up for his friends and got into a few scrapes but usually won through. His father owned a boxing gym after all... He got his nose broken at 15 in a fight involving a girl he liked and the man who would later become his best friend and eventual manager Chris Sutton.... Richard looked away from the page for a second and rubbed the bridge of his nose. It felt a little sore. It must be from when he was wearing his specs this morning. This book seemed quite interesting. He glanced at the picture at the bottom of the next page and it showed Kayne with his parents at 16 “Kayne and his family celebrate his first championship boxing win” Richard continued to read... Kayne won several more trophies after leaving school and he started to work with his father at the gym. Always fit it was in 1994 that Kayne persuaded his dad to start diversifying and moved onto weight training, power lifting and body-building at the gym. Kayne Was a fast learner and took to the weights like a seasoned pro. He loved the sound of metal on metal and the heat and atmosphere of the gym. He was always there even on his days of, encouraging the long timers and teaching the newbies. He won his first competition for body-building in June of 1996. Richards neck felt stiff and a little sore, the thick muscles stretched his collar making it a little tight so he had to undo the button on his shirt. His shoulders and arms made the shirt seem a little tight too. “Must be putting on a little weight” he thought to himself. Not noticing that fact that the short sleeves on his arms were revealing new and powerful forearms and decent biceps that made the sleeves bunch when he held the book. The fact that he was 2 inches taller than when he'd started reading went unnoticed to, leaving him at 5ft 10inches. He continued reading Late in 1996 Chris Sutton, Kaynes long-time friend from school persuaded him to give up boxing and concentrate on body-building alone. Kayne agreed with the exceptional genetics he had there was only one way to go. Up. Sadly in 1997 Kaynes mother passed away from cancer but not before she told him that he had no limits with what he could do with his life. His father also became unwell at this time and passed full ownership of the gym to his son. Kayne up the stakes in the business converting it to a full Iron heaven. The boxing gym rights were sold on and re-located just across the road but Kaynes love was body-building. With suttons encouragement he decided to take his body to the next level.. going from respectable junior weight of 175lbs he put on another 20lbs of muscle in that first intensive year.... Richards neck cricked as he twisted it. The big traps rising up through the collar and forcing it apart. The shirt was now riding above his waistline by about 3 inches just showing a sight of the delicious set of abs nestled underneath. His strong Pecs just starting to push the buttons apart. His jeans were starting to look like waders as they began to work their way upwards they were getting so tight that he had to keep re-adjusting his balls to get comfortable. His legs seemed to be stretching too...His shoes felt to small and Richard felt warm and sweaty. Something weird was happening here. He glances down at the book with the Pictures of Kayne and Chris in their early years at Kaynes gym and there is an almost familiar feel to them. The story has Richard engrossed now and he continues his journey into another mans life. Kayne Richards entered several competitions over the next few years not always winning but placing highly in them. His body continued to improve. The gym business thrived as more and more customers joined and eventually in 2000 at the turn of the millennium Kayne took a year off and all but disappeared from the UK body-building scene to look after his ailing father. Kayne passed the company responsibilities onto Sutton and still continued to train in private at his home in the East end where he still lived with his dad. Sadly 6 months after passing on the company to Sutton Kaynes beloved dad died. He took the loss hard but never gave up on his dream and 6 months later blasted back onto the UK scene at an outstanding 224 lbs of mass and muscle. He had managed to put on another 30lbs of muscle in the year he had taken off and now was a force to be reckoned with on the UK scene. He re-joined the business with a new vigour and double his muscle building efforts, also opening 4 new gyms in and around London over the next few years. He continued to add muscle and was noted for his fun posing routines and quirky sense of humour on stage... Richard found it hard to breathe. His shirt ripped on his back as his lats spread out, thick and glorious, a true wall of muscle capped at the top by delts and traps that belonged to the gods themselves. His biceps finally tore their way through themselves through his short sleeves and rose up in all of their veined perfect glory..His forearms rippled with power and a trace work of veins bulged and moved beneath the paper like skin which appeared to be darker in the dim light of the shop. Richard knew this wasn't normal and something was happening to him, it was like he was being over-written. It was odd but not an unpleasant feeling. He looked down at the book he now knew he had to read from the end. He felt his crotch get tighter as he saw the pictures of Kayne winning his next two UK shows and then heading for the USA... Kayne Richards exploded onto the US body-building scene in September 2004 when at 6ft 4inches and weighing in at an incredible 254lb he placed 4th in the Super-heavyweight category and over all just pushing the amazing Dexter Jackson into 5th place. His idol Ronnie Coleman who took the Olympia that year for the 7th year running was heard commenting he should watch his crown this was an incredible feat for the young challenger. It was commented that his mass was outstanding and he was very popular with the audience. Kayne was thrilled with the placing but to him it wasn't enough and he went back to London to his own gym and went back to basics. Over the next year Kayne was a man possessed and brought in as much help as he could even training with the greats like Dorian Yates and Ronnie Coleman as well as up and comers Jay Cutler and Branch Warren both of whom had been on the scene for a while... Then tragedy struck. Kayne was injured with a rotator cuff two months prior to the 2005 Mr Olympia and was going to be out of action for several months. Kayne was devastated all his hard work had come to nothing. He had kept out of the limelight concentrating on his growth and focusing on the areas that had let him down the previous year. He held his head high and even though he couldn't compete still attended the Olympia and fully clothed it was obvious he had put on a huge amount of mass. He was weighed on stage and came in at a staggering 282lb. When asked to take off his shirt the blond behemoth smiled and winked at the audience promising them next year was his. Ronnie took the crown again that year and jokingly handed the trophy to Kayne to try on for size. They both received a standing ovation.... Richards jeans now hurt. He had to get them off. He managed to undo the buttons but it wasn't really necessary as a loud rip was heard as his massive legs and body-builder ass tore through the back of his jeans. He tugged at the front of them tearing the rags away revealing the massive pillars of stone that were his legs. The separations and cuts of his thighs was amazing. Perfect. Massive. Muscle. “Oh yeah”,thought Richards. “This is the stuff.” He briefly caressed his cock in his boxers, readjusting them in their new airier housing. He turned his head and glanced into the glass of a display case and realised the full extent of the changes. His monstrous traps and shoulders had all but destroyed the collar and top of his shirt his chest and biceps did the rest leaving the wreckage strewn around his godlike body just like a vest. He saw his handsome face in the glass, the nose had once been broken but it made his craggy face manlier somehow. His light hair contrasted with the strange dark blue eyes and made this a face that anybody could fall for. He felt the itching as he caught part of the transformation as veins seemed to snake up from his now exposed size 14 feet . They travelled up the monstrous globular calves. Popping out in relief in and the diamond and moving up to the calves that were so solid they could barely be human. He felt them move up to his abs which he revealed by pulling of the now useless shirt to reveal an 8 pack that would make the Greek gods weep with jealousy. They twisted around his back screw the road map. This was a map of the world in all its perfect massive, veiny, monstrous sweaty glory. His neck was practically a jumble of veins and muscle held in place by ridiculous huge traps and shoulders. The veins snaked through them. Touching and raising the skin everywhere, bringing the blood to every part of the engorged muscle freaks body. The arms were the last. Veins coursed through his biceps raising and swelling the peaks and dividing them over the tops perfectly. They criss-crossed the forearms making them almost alien sculptures of anatomy. And finished finally on his huge, hard, callused hands. Hands so muscular they had trouble gripping the thin spine of the book which had previously seemed so large. “What the hell?” Thought Richard/Kayne. “Excuse me?” said a voice. Richard/Kayne looked around “Yes?” his deep voice rumbled when he answered the assistant. “Sorry, sir your coffee is ready” said the assistant. Kayne/Richard walked dazedly through the stacks to the front counter. Half naked and still clutching the book but the assistant didn't bat an eye. “Did you find something you liked?” said the man innocently still not acknowledging the magical transformation of the PR runner. “Er yeah” Rumbled Kayne/Richard. “Now sir, as you are a new customer here I have two special offers for you.” He said. “The first is, please take the coffee with my compliments” “The second is...That you can bring the book back any-time you like and I will refund you totally for any dissatisfaction that has occurred” The man smiled at his bemused customer. Kayne Richards smiled at the assistant. Kayne/Richards took all of 3 seconds to decide. He made his choice and suddenly felt a little dizzy. “Cool, thanks for that man”Said the now 312lb off-season muscle monster. His clothes continued to change leaving him wearing a black stringer training vest and combat shorts over tan Cat boots. His blonde hair was cut close and his blue eyes twinkled as he grabbed his coffee and walked to the door after paying for the book. His huge legs rolling around each other in a perfect muscular gait at the door he paused and turned around smiling. “Any time you want to train just pop over the road” said Kayne Richards the still reigning Mr Olympia, As he left the door the bell jingled. The assistant smiled to himself and proceeded to wipe the counter free of non-existent dust.

Visiting your childhood home after you have lived elsewhere for ten years is always so strange. It’s a mixed bag of emotions. On the one hand you’re now a grown man and you have a separate adult life, but on the other hand you kind of revert back to emotions and attitudes you had when you were fifteen or sixteen. I’m now a successful high-end residential real estate salesman in Los Angeles, but put me back in that small town in Georgia and I revert to being a kid that’s struggling to find his identity. And some of that struggle is not fun to remember. Growing up gay in the south can be very hard and something that you never truly get over. I’ve been out to my parents for years, but it continues to be a topic that never really gets discussed. I blame the fact that I’m still single as one of the contributing factors to this perpetual silence. This trip was a quick four day stop on my way back home after some work in New York. It’s only my second visit in the last three years. I really need to get better about visiting my parents. As soon as I sit down at the kitchen table my mom starts the laundry list of questions. Are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you want to rest? Do you want me to fix you something? Let me tell you what we have in the fridge. Do you need anything washed? It almost seems like she’s trying to prevent even a second of quiet time because she’s fearful I might start talking about something scary – like my love life or, worse, my sex life. My parents are good people, but please don’t ask them to talk about subjects that have been taboo in my family since before the middle ages. After I successfully avoided any fattening food items being shoved down my throat and every type of beverage known to humans, my mother somehow convinced me to take a cake she had made to my neighbor, Mr. Ross. I cannot fathom how she manipulated me so easily, but that’s my mom. Before I even have time to protest I am walking across our front lawn to the house next door. Mr. Ross is not only our neighbor, but he was my English teacher in the 11th grade. He and his mother moved into the house next door at the beginning of that specific school year. I always thought of Mr. Ross as a mousy man. I guess he must have been only about fifteen years older than me when I was in his class, but because of his demeanor and his smallness I thought of him as ancient. I hoped he would not be at home so I wouldn’t have to speak to him. It seems that his mother had passed away about a year before and my mother had continued to make him a weekly cake since then – as if she were still helping him to heal. She told me I could just leave the Tupperware container on the porch if no one answered. That is what I wished more than anything. I really just wanted to return to my parent’s house and be a vegetable for a few days. It had been a grueling, but lucrative, month. I had sold two properties in Santa Barbara and even found time to unload a fabulous condo in New York. These sales made it possible for me to not worry about money for at least half a year. I rang the door bell and waited. There were no sounds coming from inside and this brought me relief. I did not want to stand on this porch and have to produce chit-chat with Mr. Ross. He had been an okay teacher, but we had pretty much made his life a living hell because it was his first year teaching at a public school and he was such a push-over. I decided to ring the bell one more time before I put the cake down on the welcome mat. There wasn’t any initial response so I bent down to gently place the container on the ground. That’s when the door opened. I looked up and gazed on what seemed like calves, but I wasn’t sure. I had never seen lower legs that bulged out so much at the sides. Just by looking at the two muscled shins in front of me I knew the upper legs attached were definitely jacked, as well. I stood up quickly and the sight in front of me caused me to topple backwards a couple of steps. I was too caught off guard to prevent the first thing that came to my mind to escape from my lips. “Holy shit!” “Little Will Thornton. How the heck are you? Your mom mentioned you were coming for a visit.” “Damn, Mr. Ross, what happened to you?” “Oh, you noticed the improvements, eh? Nothing happened really, I just found a lot of free time in my schedule after mom died and decided to fill it with a little weightlifting. You didn’t see her at the end, but she was so bad off that she really needed care around the clock. I guess I had forgotten what it feels like to have time for other things.” “You’re fucking huge now!” “Um, Will, I know I’m not your teacher anymore, but I really feel like I should encourage you to use less profanity and find words more appropriate for what you’re trying to convey. Remember, I teach English.” “What I’m trying to say Mr. Ross is that you look like some juiced-up bodybuilder and not the meek little guy I remember from high school. I wouldn’t have recognized you if I had passed you on the street.” “Thanks for the compliment, but please know that this is all natural – there’s no juice in this body. I was kind of squirrelly back then, wasn’t I?” There was a moment of silence as I simply stared at the man and Mr. Ross gave me time to take in the full transformation that had occurred to his body. The man had never been really tall; maybe five-eight or five-nine – five-ten at the most. But he sure seemed a lot taller now. His freakishly broad shoulders filled the entire doorway. The black tank top he was wearing was stretched to the max across his mammoth chest. There wasn’t enough material to cover his right hard nipple, which was surrounded by a large dark circle of skin and a patch of perfect brown fur. The same beautiful hair dusted the top of his magnificent pectoral muscles and for a second it looked like he actually took a small brush and made sure each strand of hair traveled in the same downward pattern. There was a pretty wide cavern created by the two huge globes of chest meat and the taut top of the cloth - struggling to not rip from being pressed out to the max. It seemed like my entire arm could have easily been lost in that empty space. A second glance at Mr. Ross’ face made my toes scrunch up in my shoes from an immediate rush of lust. The sheepish mustache that had in high school made his face look like some scrawny geek-ish used car salesman was now full and beautiful enough to make him look like some rough-and-ready masculine cowboy. The rest of his face matched the neatly cropped hair on his upper lip. The once pale Mr. Ross now had the golden sheen of someone that spent lots of time outside and his skin was beautifully smooth. His haircut made him look stylish and helped to emphasize his manly jaw line. It was basically the face of a drop-dead gorgeous muscle daddy. Then it hit me, Mr. Ross was now the epitome of daddy-ness. This revelation was reinforced by the large slabs of muscled meat that hung from both of his monstrous shoulders. His upper arms actually seemed so big that the poor guy probably wore a tank top because it was the only type of shirt that would fit. I could not believe how his biceps bulged out like someone had just used a tire pump to shoot massive amounts of air into them. His arms, however, didn’t look fake – they looked mouth-watering hard and equally as powerful. My two arms put together and pumped to the max would not come close to the size of one of his. My eyes could not move from his biceps. I struggled to think of something clever to say. I wanted to not be rude and I wanted my old English teacher to be proud of my adult command of our language, but, alas, it was not meant to be. “Shit, your arms are unbelievable.” “Thanks Will. It was arms day and I just finished an intense workout. Hey, why don’t you come in for a second? I need to turn off something on the stove and let’s get this cake to the kitchen.” As he said this, Mr. Ross bent over to scoop up the cake. This gave me a chance to view his back and my eyes instantly ached from trying to bug out of my head. His v-shape was insane and the muscles in his upper back, clearly visible through the shirt, were as huge as the rest of him. He stood back up and saw the shocked look on my face - and the fact that my mouth had dropped wide open. He reached out with his right forefinger and pushed my chin upward; closing my mouth. “And maybe a glass of water for you would be a good idea. Follow me.” When Mr. Ross turned around I let out a little squeal of delight. The man’s ass was mind-blowing. It was obviously extremely muscled and jutted out perfectly - as if he was slowly turning into a centaur and this was the beginning of his massive horse-butt. The old line “you could have rested a tray of drinks there” came to mind. I swear the guy had an ass-shelf beyond anything I had ever seen. I immediately longed to force my face between those mountains of muscle and let my tongue explore his daddy hole. As soon as I cried out the guy squeezed his ass cheeks together and those incredible dimples that appear on the behinds of bodybuilders became visible even through his dark cotton gym shorts. It was obvious that Mr. Ross was showing off for me. This made my cock shoot to full hardness; having begun to immediately become rigid earlier when he had opened the door. As I walked with him to the kitchen I was immediately taken aback by the improvements that had been done to the house. It had been a basic suburban home for years – two stories with a basement and nothing to get excited about. Mr. Ross had re-done the entire place, opening the kitchen into a large great room and putting large movable sliding glass walls along the back. You could basically walk out onto a beautiful deck from the living space and then down a few steps to a new large pool. The guy had probably increased the already insane price of the big home by two hundred thousand - at least. As much as my realtor mind wanted to focus on the house, my lustful mind wanted to only focus on the older man’s body. I followed him into the large kitchen area and stopped by the big island in the middle of the room as he turned off a boiling pot at the stove. “I needed a little protein so I was boiling some eggs. After an intense workout like today I usually have to eat about a dozen or so hard-boiled eggs just to satisfy this big body.” Listening to Mr. Ross speak about downing twelve eggs as a little snack and hearing how easily he now referred to his big body turned me on in a way that was completely new. There was something erotic about the fact that this once mousey little man was now a powerhouse of muscle and cockiness. His swagger even seemed somehow muscled – or, more appropriately, super-powerful. I also got the sense that Mr. Ross really liked how I responded to his new body. I think he loved the idea of making me weak at the knees just from standing near me. I watched him as he cooled and then ate fourteen eggs in quick succession. He downed a gallon jug full of some putrid-green juice and then belched loudly. His actions were so out of character for the man I had known all those years ago, but they seemed so natural for the muscled god standing in front of me. I was mesmerized by the huge older man. “Thanks Will. I needed to balance out my insides as quickly as I could. You wouldn’t like to see me with low-blood sugar. I become a little aggressive and there’s no telling what I might do. Can I offer you anything? You want a beer?” “Wow! Those are words I never thought I’d be hearing from you – and not only because you used to be my teacher. It’s mainly because I would have never taken you as a beer drinker. I’m beginning to think my high school image of you was not very fair.” “No, no, you were right to think of me differently back then. I was completely the opposite of what I am now, wasn’t I? I can handle the truth, don’t worry.” “Well, yeah . . . I mean, yes, you were. You were kind of a geek, Mr. Ross and now you’re . . . well, I mean, you are . . . it’s just that you kind of changed. Now, you’re more of a huge muscle daddy.” “See, that wasn’t too hard now, was it Will. And thanks, by the way. I like the fact that people can notice the change in me.” “How could they not? You’re about three times the size of your former self – maybe even five times!” “Well yes, yes I am. But I meant more the changes that have happened inside of me. I feel a little more, I don’t know, I feel more confident now. I don’t mean that in a bad way – I just mean that I actually feel . . . um, cocky, you know. I’m not a meek little fellow anymore. It’s kind of hard to explain completely, but as my body began to get bigger I started to look at things differently.” “Like how?” “I don’t know . . . let’s see . . . well here’s an example. At the high school I wasn’t given much respect by the other teachers – especially the guys that taught and coached sports. Those guys even kind of picked on me. That doesn’t happen a lot now . . . well the truth is that it doesn’t happen at all now. As a matter of fact the coaching staff of the football team continues to ask me to be the strength coach for the guys. I keep saying no because that’s not really what I want to do. I know it sounds selfish, but I really just love getting bigger myself – I don’t really want to help others do it.” “You mean you want to get bigger than you are now?” “Sure do. You might say I’m addicted to muscle now. I love the way it feels to look in the mirror and see that a part of you has grown. My arms are about twenty-eight inches now and I want them to zoom past thirty this year.” “Fuck, no way!” “William, let’s try saying that a different way.” “Um, I’m sorry. I guess what I was trying to say is that I am truly in awe of the size of your arms and the fact that you want them to be bigger is such a powerful turn-on for me that I’m afraid I will soon ejaculate in my pants.” My face turned red as soon as I finished the last sentence. Mr. Ross had insisted that I articulate my feelings a little more specifically and I didn’t hesitate to speak the truth. This muscled man was my wet-dream come true and I wanted to make sure he completely understood what was going on inside of me. I just stood there staring at his face – knowing that if I even glanced at his arms I would shoot a load of my juice immediately. “Well that was definitely a little more descriptive don’t you think? I’m sorry that I’m having such a frustrating effect on you.” “I’m not.” “Well I guess I’m really not, as well.” This sentence confirmed what I already knew. Not only was Mr. Ross getting off on the fact that he excited me so much – he was actually doing it on purpose. Mr. Ross was affirming what I already knew – he was as gay as me. This revelation sent shivers down my spine and a big smile blossomed across my face. The big man began to smile, as well, and damn if he didn’t wink at me. I was immediately thrown into a world of chaos – the best built man I had ever seen in my entire life was blatantly flirting with me. The muscle daddy of all daddies was standing in front of me and giving off enough heat to cause a nuclear meltdown. I suddenly felt like a stupid freshman again. I didn’t know what to do. I had picked up enough guys at bars throughout my adult life to qualify as a massive tease – but at that moment I couldn’t even move. I was thrust from the pro-active seat into a mere reactionary mode. I was waiting for my elder to take the lead. It was obvious that Mr. Ross understood all that was happening within me. He was clearly toying with me, the bastard. He stood there – in all of his muscled glory – just taunting me and causing my dick to ache for him even more. The man knew that taking his time would send me even closer to the edge of losing control – both of my cock and my mind. “So how about a beer?” “Yes . . . please.” I could only whisper my response. Mr. Ross stepped to the fridge and took out a beer. He opened it and took a big swig. He then moved in front of me and placed one of his big hands around the back of my neck. I glanced at the massive arm that hung in the air to the right of my face. My old teacher then brought the bottle up to my lips. I opened my mouth so the top of the bottle could be placed just beyond my teeth. I closed my lips around the bottle and Mr. Ross raised it slightly – allowing a swallow of the cold alcohol to be released into my mouth. I swallowed quickly and allowed another large gulp to fill my mouth. Mr. Ross pulled the bottle from me as I swallowed again and filled his mouth with more beer. Before he swallowed, though, he brought his face to mine and pressed our mouths together. He forced my lips and teeth apart with his tongue as the warm beer flooded into my mouth – now seemingly sweetened a little by his own saliva. As we kissed hard, beer shot back and forth to both of our mouths, symbolizing the connection we had now made. The muscled man then pulled his face from mine and easily guzzled down the rest of the beer with one long manly swallow. He placed it on the counter and then grabbed my hips with his huge hands. He effortlessly lifted my body upward and then set me down on top of the island in front of him. He forced my legs apart with his hands and then pressed his body into my crotch; grabbing my ass with his hands to pull me into him tightly. My rock-like cock immediately met the hardness of his stomach. “Your mom had told me you were gay. I found the news very exciting. Especially since you’re now thirty.” “And you’re forty-five.” “Forty-seven, actually.” “Um, even older. Nice.” “So, you like older men, do you, Will?” “Well, I actually like massively muscled older men!” “I think I might somewhat fit that description.” “I think you actually surpass my ideal. I need to set new standards but it sounds like you’ll be blowing past them soon, as well.” “Little Will likes the idea of me getting bigger, doesn’t he?” There was something about Mr. Ross calling me little that made my body crave him even more. I loved his dominant attitude and suddenly wanted nothing more than to please this big man – to please him in every way possible. Memories of childhood crushes on older guys came flooding back into my brain – camp counselors, my childhood bus driver, my doctor, and so many others. I had never dreamed that I could fall in lust for a guy so quickly. I was typically the object of all the attention and I liked it that way, but, suddenly, I cared about nothing other than getting the affirmation of the big man holding me. I knew that just one approving glance or simple words of encouragement from this mountain of muscle was enough to make me happy for a long, long time. Added to these thoughts was the promise of Mr. Ross getting bigger and that sent me over the edge. I was ready to give up anything to be part of his quest for becoming even more monstrous. I could not even begin to fathom how he would excite me when he was larger. “Yes sir. I like thinking about you getting bigger.” “Your mother has actually been talking about you non-stop for about eleven months now. I think she was trying to see if I might be interested in meeting you again – as an adult.” “What? You mean like wanting to set us up?” “Yes.” Mr. Ross was now rubbing his granite abs up and down my hard shaft – which was sticking straight up and pressing against my slacks. The big man had his huge palms pressed against my ass cheeks and was pulling my body into his mercilessly. I had my hands to my sides and was forcing myself not to reach out and grab his meaty pecs. I knew it would send my cock beyond the point of no return and I was not yet ready to spew my seed. I wanted to cherish the feeling of this muscled god as long as I could. The thought of dating Mr. Ross, well actually the thought of having sex with him, was overwhelming and caused me to disappear into my thoughts for a few minutes. I also loved the expert stroking job his stomach was doing on my dick. “And what are your thoughts on the subject now that you have seen me after all these years? I’m not your young student anymore.” “No, you’re not. But I still think there are a few things I could share with you. I can play the part of your teacher – or better yet, the bigger man – and lead you in certain lessons and tests.” “Um, I like the sound of that. I hope there’s going to be a lot of homework involved in these lessons. I can see myself having to come over here for a lot of one-on-one tutoring. What do you think of that?” Mr. Ross stopped the up and down movement of his abs against my cock. He slid his hands down under my thighs and lifted my legs around his mid-section. I caught on immediately to what he expected and I wrapped my legs around his waist; noticing that he was so thick that I couldn’t actually bring my ankles together at his back – my legs just weren’t long enough. Mr. Ross slid his hands back under my ass and pressed me against his body; lifting me off of the counter. Suddenly, my smaller chest was pressed up against his mega pecs and the feeling was incredible. I draped my arms across his shoulders and intertwined my hands behind his neck. The big man just stood there for a few minutes – easily holding my body in the air, pressed against his own larger and harder frame. I was leaning back a little so I could see his face and he was looking up at me. “You’re as light as a feather, Mr. Will. How does that make you fee?” “Secure.” “And that’s a nice feeling, right?” “It’s sublime.” “Where shall I take you next, sir?” “I think a very good place to start would be the bedroom, don’t you?” “My thoughts exactly.” Mr. Ross started walking toward a hallway off of the big living space connected to the kitchen. He carried me as easily as he would a small stack of folded laundry. As we moved down the hall I glanced at a guest room, an office, and a large room that had been converted into a home gym. The big man carried me through double doors into a beautiful giant master bedroom with a huge king-size bed in the middle. The room was stunning – sparsely decorated and extremely masculine looking. There was a giant fireplace near the bed, a couple of large wooden chairs and an oversized chest at the end of the bed. The muscleman carrying me walked to the chest. He grabbed my hips again and lifted me up so I could stand on the chest in front of him. This brought my crotch just below his face. He let go of my sides and reached out to undo my belt and the button on my slacks. He then unzipped the pants and let them fall to my ankles. Mr. Ross placed his hands back at my hips, moved his face to my briefs and ran his lips up and down the clearly outlined fabric-covered rock-hard pole. I moaned out loud and my legs went weak. I would have certainly crumbled into a pile of limp flesh and bones if the big arms of Mr. Ross had not kept my body upright. My high school teacher now wet-dream-come-true grabbed the front of my underwear with his teeth and moved his right hand to above my ass in the back. He swiftly pulled down my briefs and before I knew what was happening my cock was completely enveloped by his warm wet mouth. I could feel my dickhead pressing into the tight entrance of his throat cavity. Mr. Ross then began to press his face into my crotch, causing the tip of my dick to move further down the chute at the back of his mouth. With speed that seemed inhuman he began to move his head back and forth, quickly bringing my cum-filled cock to climax. I released my aching load into his waiting throat as my body shook violently and I cried out as if I were being in pain. I emptied what seemed like a bucket-load of juice into Mr. Ross’s mouth and he kept moaning in pleasure as he swallowed my sweetness. The incredible feeling that swept over my body was only matched by sounds the muscle man was making beneath me. I could tell that he had wanted my cum as much as I had wanted to release it. I was instantly sorry, though, that I had not been able to delay my own gratification. I had intended on pleasing him a lot longer. I immediately sensed that Mr. Ross picked up on my disappointment. He pulled his head back and my still-hard cock slapped up against my stomach when it popped form his mouth. He looked up at me – still using his powerful arms to help me stand erect. “Don’t worry, little Will. I wanted to get you off quickly. I knew this cock of yours was ready to shoot. I could see that you found it difficult to be around this much muscle without exploding, didn’t you?” “Yes sir.” “That’s okay. Don’t feel bad. I wanted to satisfy you fast so I could move on to worshipping your beautiful body. Let’s take that shirt off, okay? And these pants, too.” I pushed off my shoes one at a time and then stepped out of the pants that were down around my ankles. I unbuttoned my shirt at the same time and let it slide off my upper body onto the bed. Mr. Ross let out a whistle that showed his delight when he glanced my nude body. He could tell that I was now able to stand on my own and he released my hips from his powerful grasp. He ran his hands up and down my stomach and chest. “Just look at that beautiful body. And look how tiny you are compared to me, Mr. Will. You’re just so small. I’m sorry. I guess I got carried away. That was rude of me. I’m sorry I said that.” “I’m not. Really. Not only is it true, but I really like hearing you talk that way. It turns me on.” My still rock-hard cock twitched a little as if it were agreeing with what my mouth was saying. Mr. Ross looked into my eyes and I could see that the truth of my statement registered with him. He seemed to suddenly understand me in a new way and this made him smile. He continued to run his hands across my upper torso, but I noticed there was a difference in his thoughts and attitude now. I had given him the freedom to be his true self. We had crossed some unknown line in our new relationship. “I’m so much bigger than you, Will. You feel so small next to me – even when you are standing on this chest and are now taller than me. Look at this; it’s such a fucking turn-on. My arm is much bigger than your leg!” We both looked down as he brought his right upper arm near my thigh. I gasped out loud when I saw what he was boasting about. The huge biceps and triceps of his arm dwarfed my leg by two or three times. Upon closer inspection I could clearly see that his muscled arm was bigger than both of my legs put together. Mr. Ross put his arm in front of the middle of my two legs and we both saw that it bulged out beyond both sides of my combined thighs. This excited the big man in a way that made my juices run wild. I could see that he absolutely loved his own massive body – especially when he could compare it to someone inferior. “Shit, my arm is huge.” “I’m sorry sir, I think you’ll need to articulate that thought in a less barbaric and more accurate manner, if you don’t mind.” Mr. Ross looked up at me and he was smiling broadly. He had been caught in the same mistake that he had corrected in me since I got there.

OK Trying again: Parts 3 and 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 College Hulk Steve drove carelessly down the highway. It was late and he didn’t care. Being in his junior year at State he could see the light at the end of the tunnel. He was in a great frat house with his best friend, Jonas. His grades were outstanding. He had two scholarships and a grant that reduced his tuition to nearly nothing. So Steve was carefree in his late night escapade. He was heading back to the school after a great weekend. He had spent time in the mountains hiking and exploring. He was in the best shape of his life, playing lacrosse and working out. Then it happened. At the time it seemed to occur in slow motion. There was a loud bang from somewhere under the car. It felt like someone had jerked the steering wheel away from him, not that he was holding it properly to begin with, but the car lurched off the road and hit the curb then flipped through the air. The airbags deployed and enveloped him but that hurt almost as bad as the impact. The last thing he remembered was being upside down and surrounded by bags while realizing he was losing consciousness. What seemed like a few minutes later, Steve opened his eyes and realized he was still stuck in the car, upside down. He wrestled with the seatbelt and dropped to the crushed roof of the car. Pushing aside the deflated airbags he pushed through the shattered front windshield and climbed clear of the wreck. “Damn.” He checked himself over and felt bruised but otherwise gave himself thumbs up in the injury department. All the sports and athletics paid off. He was worried about a concussion, however. He groped in his pocket for his phone and couldn’t find it. He started kicking around the edge of the car and then saw it, or what was left of it. Fallen and crushed under the back end of the car. “Damn.” No way to call for help. Still 15 miles from school. Now what? He saw a flash of light further off the road. He made his way in that direction and soon came upon an older looking structure. Kind of like the old army buildings from the 1950s. A chill ran down his spine but he shook it off. “Maybe they have a phone in there that still works. Why the hell am I talking to myself out here?” He shook his head and walked towards the building. A broken light was over the door which was unlocked and he let himself in. Sure enough the place appeared like an old office from a 1950 movie. There was a desk and a lamp and a phone. It was all under a cover of dust. He walked over to the phone and lifted the hand set expecting silence, but was pleasantly surprised to hear a dial tone. The phone was a rotary phone and he fumbled with the dial for a moment then tried the familiar 9-1-1. The phone clicked merrily in his ear as the dial turned then waited, and then went to a female voice which said, “If you would like to make a call, please replace the receiver and try again. This is a recording” He looked at the phone quizzically and reset the handset and dialed 9-1-1 again. Same result. After a quick sigh, he tried 0. To his relief the phone gave a ring indication. After a moment a woman answered the other end, “Lake Ridge operator, how may I help you?” “Uh…yeah…my car went off the road near here. I think it was a blow out. I need a tow truck and some assistance.” “I can connect you to the sheriff if you would like.” “Uh…ok…” “Hold on one moment” There was a brief pause then a gruff voice answered, “Sheriff’s office” “Yes, I went off the road near here…highway 71…and I need some assistance. I think I had a blowout.” “Did you say highway 71?” “Yes. I’m in some kind of old bunker. My phone was broken in the accident so I came here to use the phone which works surprisingly.” “Is this some kind of a joke?” “Uh…no…I’m pretty bruised up and could use a paramedic actually if there is one.” Steve was starting to feel the injuries from his accident and it wasn’t fun, plus it was now getting on 3 AM and he was tired. “Kid there ain’t no highway 71 anywhere near Lake Ridge. You sure you got the right number?” “I dialed 0 because your damn 9-1-1 doesn’t work. The operator transferred me.” “You must be from California with all your fancy talk about 91 or whatever that is and some highway 71. I will grant that you probably hit your head pretty damn hard in your accident. But if you are in that army barracks you are trespassing on government property and the master sergeant won’t take kindly …” “What are you talking about trespassing? This place looks like it hasn’t been used in 50 years. I need some help and I’m trying to be polite, but you are really pushing…” Just then the door slammed open behind Steve making his heart jump up in his throat and he dropped the phone. “YOU ARE TESPASSING ON GOVERNMENT PROPERTY!” The door light was no longer broken but shining like it was brand new on a tall thickly built man in army fatigues. Steve glanced quickly around and realized the dust had vanished on the desk as well. “I’m…I’m….sorry. I was in an accident and needed to use the phone.” “How the hell did you get past my guards?” “I didn’t see any….I mean….” The sergeant pushed his way into the office and picked up the phone slamming it back on the desk. Steve was pretty sure the sheriff would get the idea and was not going to be much help. “The way you’re dressed you must be one of those fancy boys from California.” Steve could only stammer.”N..no…I’m from…” “Doesn’t matter. What matters is how I should deal with you. Well if you were in an accident maybe you do need some help. I’m not heartless. Where did you say your car was?” “Up by highway 71” “Where?” “Highway 71” “I don’t know any highway 71. You sure you got that street right?” “I think…I think I might be losing my mind.” “You better sit down, boy. You don’t look so good. Let me get someone in here to help. “ The man turned towards another door and yelled, “Higgins! Get a gurney and get in here.” A few moments later a younger man rolled a metal gurney into the room and waited expectantly for the sergeant. “Higgins, this here is…uh…I don’t believe I caught your name, boy.” “Steve. Steve Henry and I…” “Well, Steve Henry, this is Private Higgins and I’m Master Sergeant Davis. The private will take you to medical for evaluation.” “Thank you, but I really just need some aspirin and some help getting my car towed.” “What kind of car is it?” “A blue Toyota Corolla 2010” The Sergeant looked at the private who shrugged and then back at Steve, “What did you say?” “A blue Toyota Corolla, it’s a 2010 model” Private Higgins spoke up, “He’s talking about that Japanese company that almost went broke a couple of years ago. I think they make something called a Crown, but you don’t see many of those” “Is that what you meant, boy? A Crown?” “No. it’s a Corolla. I bought it new about 4 years ago.” “Higgins, call the watch and have them search the woods on the north side of the base for a blue car that might be wrecked and looks Japanese, though why anyone would buy Japanese if they were a true blood American…” Sergeant Davis shook his head. “What’s that supposed to mean? “ “Do you know what they did to our POWs, son? Torture and cruelty. That’s what! But maybe you just hit your head too hard. Higgins, when you finish the call, take Mr. Henry to medical and check for a concussion. Use the new machine to evaluate and see if he checks out. I’ll be there shortly.” Steve started to speak up as the gurney was wheeled around a corner. That’s when Steve saw the calendar on the wall with a date circled. Sergeant Davis retirement: December 12, 1958. His throat went dry. He was wheeled through a set of security doors into a room with a large device with a metal door in the front. Higgins got out a stethoscope and some other instruments and began to take blood pressure, temperature and other assorted vital signs. A few moments later, Sergeant Davis came into medical. “The men searched all over the hill side for a car, wrecked or otherwise, and found nothing. I don’t like being lied to, son. Whatever game you are playing, you need to stop. Higgins, does he meet the criteria?” “He seems healthy enough. Should we do this to a civilian?” “Of course. It doesn’t hurt anyone, just a good way to evaluate. You saw what happened when we tested it on the dog.” “But, Sergeant, a dog is very different from a human. And you heard what happened the night the dog got cornered by the coyote in the woods.” “The watch had too much to drink, Private, and you shouldn’t be listening to old tales anyway.” “Sir, I know that watchman. He’s a good Christian and he doesn’t drink a lick. He swore that he heard a noise and went to find the source. He says he saw the dog cornered by 3 coyotes. He was going to fire his gun to frighten them off but suddenly the dog ‘s frightened whimpers changed to menace and he seemed to…” “Private Higgins! That is enough talk. Kindly take Mr. Davis into the test chamber and run the evaluation. We will keep him under observation for a few days and ensure that he is healthy before we let him go home. Is there anyone we should contact for you?” Steve looked genuinely frightened. “Uh maybe call my friend, Jonas. He can get in touch with my parents if necessary. “ The Sergeant got a paper and pencil and wrote down Jonas number. He left for a few minutes. Steve looked at Higgins, “You aren’t really going to put me in there are you?” Higgins looked uncomfortable, “You heard the Sergeant, he says everything will be ok and it….will” “You don’t sound convinced yourself. You know that isn’t true. I can tell you think something happened to that dog. What happened? Did it die of cancer or something? I’m only 23 years old, I don’t want to die of cancer or anything.” “No..It didn’t die. It seems fine. We’ve watched it for a few more days but I took it home last week. Sergeant doesn’t know, yet. My daughter has wanted a dog for years and the army was going to put it down to cover up the…” Sergeant Davis came back into the room. “I tried to call your friend, but obviously he doesn’t pay his phone bills because all I got was a recording saying the number was not in service.” “What? Tell me, really, is it 1958?” Both men stared at Steve. “Private, I thought you said he was healthy!” “I did check him out. Everything seems good and normal.” “Yes, son, the year is 1958! You are in the United States of America and General Dwight D Eisenhower is the President of the United States and YOU are going into that chamber so we can do a THOROUGH evaluation! Enough talking! Private, get started. Is that clear?” Higgins unlocked the door and Steve, strapped to the gurney, was wheeled inside. “No, please don’t do this. Higgins, let me up off this gurney.” The Private ignored his pleas and pushed him into the chamber on the gurney and locked the door. Inside, Steve could see the whole place was lined with lead and there was a sign indicating radioactive material was contained in there. From outside, Steve heard muffled voices then the lights dimmed and a sound like old transistors warming up. Soon the light intensified. Through a window, Steve could see the Private fighting with the Sergeant over something. The noise in the chamber was getting louder and the light was more intense. Steve felt his heart racing. Steve closed his eyes for a moment then heard a banging on the outside of the door. The Private appeared to be trying to open the door and the Sergeant was nowhere in sight. Suddenly the light flared. Steve went blind from the intensity. Another noise and he felt like he was moving. Then he heard Higgins voice, “It’s ok. I got you out. Stay with me. Don’t die or anything. I’m going to be Court Martialed for this, but I don’t really give a damn. Please stay with me.” Steve heard the door close again and panicked thinking he was shut in the chamber again. “Stop struggling you might, ya know…like the dog.” Very slowly, Steve’s eyes adjusted and he began to make out blurry images. “Thank God that wasn’t permanent.” “Can you see now? Good. That happened to the dog, too.” “Yeah, I can make you out now, but don’t ask me to read any eye charts or anything.” He tried to laugh but it sounded weak. “Where is Sergeant Davis?” “I kind of, well, I kind of knocked him out. I’m in the corps boxing league and I think the Sergeant forgot that.” This time there was an embarrassed but sincere smile from the Private. “So tell me, since I’ve already been tested. What happened to the dog? Am I a werewolf now or something?” He gave another weak chuckle. Only the Private didn’t return the laugh. “No. It was like something else. The watch, Private Flynt, he’s like my best friend and I hate hearing the Sergeant bad mouth him. Anyway, Flynt says the dog seemed to like glow really strangely. Then it was the coyotes that started whining. The dog looked like it grew to about twice its size and it tore into them. Only one coyote got away badly injured. Flynt kind of freaked but when he got over to the dog, it just appeared normal and tired. He carried it back here to the base, and now, well my daughter loves that dog.” “So….kind of like the Hulk? I may have just become like Bruce Banner? That wouldn’t be too bad.” “Who is Bruce Banner?” “Never mind, but watch the comic books in a couple of years. You’ll find out.” “You asked us what year it was. What year did you think it was?” “2014” “Holy shit! Sorry, I don’t usually swear like that, but HOLY SHIT! Are you really from the future? Do they really live on the moon and stuff and wow, Buck Rogers and Flash Gordon and do cars fly and stuff?” This time a real laugh, “Slow down, Higgins, no one lives on the moon. We stopped going there a long time ago. Buck Rogers and Flash Gordon are still fiction and cars don’t fly except maybe in reference to going 120 in a 70.” “Stopped going to the moon?!? You mean you’ve been there?” “No…no I haven’t been there but some people have. It’s kind of complicated to explain right now and I just have to figure out how to get back home. God, maybe I will just wake up and this will all have been a bad dream. Maybe I just hit my head too hard in the accident.” The door flew open. Sergeant Davis was there with two MPs standing at his side, a nice shiner on his right eye and he was NOT smiling. It was about this time that Steve realized that Private Higgins had not unstrapped him from the gurney because they had been too busy talking. “Higgins you are under arrest for violating the UCMJ, failing to follow a lawful order and assault. MPS arrest him. You, Mr. Henry, are going back to finish your treatment.” “Sarge, I’d leave him alone if I were you. He already shows symptoms like the dog, and I don’t think he minds too much.” “Higgins, you are in enough trouble already so keep your mouth shut!” The MPs placed Higgins into restraints and started to escort him from the room. The Sergeant went to the door of the chamber and unlocked and opened it. He returned to the gurney, “I’m going to stay here and ensure you finish this if I have to do it myself.” He pushed Steve toward the chamber. “This is madness. I nearly went blind in there. Don’t do this to me again. Higgins help.” Steve’s heart began to race. All fantasies of being the Hulk gone from his head replaced by sheer terror at being subject to radiation and blindness again. This time permanent. Steve tried to twist free of the bonds causing the gurney to move sideways and slam against the frame of the door. Higgins was struggling against the MPs who were trying to hold him. Davis pulled the gurney back to get it through the door. “Higgins, help me! Davis, STOP!” With the last word a powerful sensual rush went through Steve replacing the fear and he heard his own voice drop in pitch. Higgins yelled, “I warned you Sarge! Just like the dog!” Steve could only grunt and snort as he felt wave after wave of sensual power and strength wash through him. Davis stopped pushing and stared at the transformation happening in front of him. The MPs stopped wrestling with Higgins and turned towards the sounds with their jaws hanging open. Higgins was the only one who understood. He saw Steve’s athletic tan deepen and change to a green color. Davis jerked back as a button snapped him in the face and then two more. He saw the top of the Steve’s shirt split open to reveal a pair of thick monstrous pectorals pushing against the chest strap which burst apart. Steve heard more splitting leather and felt his left arm pull free. He raised it to see the sleeve split apart from a massive bicep shortly his right arm was also free. He sat up still held by tightening leg straps and his back flared out ripping the back of the shirt apart. He gasped as he saw his feet burst through his sneakers. Davis stepped back from the gurney as the leg straps broke and thick tree trunk like thighs split the denim jeans apart. Steve slowly pushed off of the gurney and stood. He rose to nearly 7 feet tall and over 500 pounds of muscle. All that was left of his clothing was the waist of his jeans and his torn boxers clinging on for life. The MPs, already large men, gaped with envy at this enormous creature that a few moments before had been just an average Joe. Steve felt all the rage of the frustration of the evening well up in him and he tried to speak but all that came out was a tremendous roar that shook the entire room. Davis fell back against the control panel. “MPs restrain that creature” The two men looked at each other then rushed forward. Steve snarled at them and with one hand shoved them both backwards. The tried to circle around and Steve, not really wanting to hurt anyone except maybe Davis, just shoved them again. But this time they fell into the chamber. Higgins tried to talk. “Steve! It’s me, Higgins, can you understand me?” Steve turned towards him and nodded. Davis saw his chance and rushed at Steve’s back. Higgins yelled, “Behind you!” Steve turned and as he did he caught the door of the chamber and it slammed shut, locking the MPs inside. He picked Davis up and threw him against the wall of the chamber. Davis slid down but quickly recovered and stood wary. “Higgins, you are already in enough trouble. Now you are siding with the enemy” “Enemy? You made him! Now you have to deal with him. Steve come here and see if you can break these cuffs while you’re still strong” The MPs were banging on the door trying to get out of the chamber. Steve lumbered over to Higgins trying to adjust to his new size and reached out easily snapping the chain holding the cuffs together. Davis quickly made his way to the control panel. “I may have made this one, which means I can make two more who will fight for the correct side!” “Sarge, you’re nuts! This whole process is unpredictable” Davis hit some switches and the strange sounds from before began. The MPS started banging more furiously in panic on the walls. Steve turned towards the chamber intending to help them, but suddenly came the blinding flash in there. The pounding inside stopped momentarily. The whirring began again this time louder. Davis snarled, “This is the last part which will either kill them or…” The pounding started again along with shrieks and pleas. Steve moved towards the door to try to rip it open. Then one of the MPs glared through the window as his eyes turned white and his face began to turn green. He staggered back and they could see the same thing happen to the other one who turned away and shuddered bringing his fists up to his face and as he did so his back flared out splitting the shirt he wore down the middle. The first MP faced his friend and rolled his head back as his chest swelled out bursting the front of his shirt open. He lowered his head in time to see the back of the other MPs pants tear open as thick glutes swelled out as if he had been doing squats for years. The rest of the room watched and Steve began to feel strange. He reached for the door to let them out when Davis yelled, “No! Don’t open it.” But the door flew backwards as both of the MPs hit it and sent it flying into the room. The door sailed through the air and hit Steve in the head. He sagged to the floor and felt the strength drain out of him. His eyes slowly closed. He was strapped in again. How had they thought that would work after what had just happened he would just…. Wait. They had him upside down. Were they trying to torture him as well? Didn’t they know what he was capable of, now? A loud chirp. They must be starting the machine again. Another chirp. Maybe they were trying to undo the change, but he wasn’t about to let that happen. He wrestled against the straps and realized it was just a strap. He opened his eyes. The chirp again. He realized that he was in the clothes he had just burst out of less than an hour ago. But they felt completely normal. The chirp again. He rolled his head back and saw his phone laying in the roof of his crushed car. Jonas number was flashing on the screen. The seatbelt was holding him in the seat. He wrestled for a moment with the seatbelt and fell to the roof. He grabbed the phone and answered it. “Jonas!” “Steve! Where are you man? We’ve been looking for you for hours.” “What?! I’m trapped inside my car. I was in a wreck on highway 71.” “Are you all right? Should I call 911?” “Yeah. Can you meet me up here? I’ll try to get to the highway so you can find me. Something really weird happened and I need to tell you about it.” An hour later, the paramedics were checking Steve out and offered to take him to the hospital. He declined, saying he was fine. They warned him about the dangers of concussion just as Jonas rolled up. Jonas jumped out of the car and ran over to give him a rough hug. “Woah, easy! I’m pretty sore and banged up.” “Where’s the car?” “Down the hill, the tow company is trying to figure out how to get it out of there. It looks like I had a blow out” They walked down the hill a bit to see. “Damn and you lived through that?” Steve gave a cocky grin, “Still as handsome as ever. Come on let’s get back. I’ve got a story to tell you.” They climbed into Jonas’ car and Steve relayed the story of 1958 to his friend. “So, you had a dream while you were unconscious that some army dude did an experiment on you and turned you into the Hulk?” “Yep” “But obviously it was just a dream, though, cause your clothes look fine to me.” “Yeah, kind of sucks, though because it felt pretty awesome.” Jonas got quiet. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing” “Oh my gosh, just like a girl ‘Nothing’” Steve rolled his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Well, you said ‘Nothing’ like you really meant ‘Something’ and I’d better damn well figure out what the ‘Something’ is or I’m in deep doo doo” Jonas laughed in spite of himself. “Did you just say ‘doo doo’?” “Yep. And I’ll say it again if you want.” “Seriously, there is something really weird about your story.” “What? You think I made that up? Because I wouldn’t have had the part where…” “I know you didn’t make it up.” “How?” “There really is an old army bunker down there and there was a Sergeant who got in a lot of trouble and they closed the place down.” “Oh snap! Was his name Davis?” “I can’t really remember. It happened about 10 years before this highway was built.” “When was Highway 71 built?” “1969. My Dad told me about it. They needed a quicker route between Lake Ridge and Stoneville.” Steve got quiet for a moment. “Turn around” “What?” “Turn around. Do you know where this army bunker is?” “Yeah, but it’s gated off. Government property. No trespassing and all that.” “If it’s true we need to find out” Jonas turned the car around, “Well if you’re sure” “I’m sure. What if I’m really the hulk? That would be kind of awesome, wouldn’t it?” Jonas shook his head and got quiet again. “There you go with the quiet stuff. I mean, I’m your best friend. If you get in trouble I could just hulk out and help you. Get a flat. Quick hulk out and I can lift the car while you change the tire.” “Stop joking” “Dude, you are too serious. Besides who wouldn’t want to be able to do that?” There was another quiet pause. “I know what it is. You’re jealous. You are upset because you want to be the hulk and it happened to me instead.” “Nothing happened to you it was just a dream.” Then under his breath he muttered, “I hope” “Jealous” “Shut up. I’m driving back and we can take a look. All right?” They were quiet the rest of the way there. Jonas pulled off the road as the tow truck was climbing up the hill with the ruins of Steve’s car on its back. “That is going to suck. The insurance won’t like that one bit” Jonas sighed, “I can help you with rides and stuff. We have the same classes and everything” “Yeah, but what about dates? You can’t go with me on my dates.” Jonas glanced at the car, “Looks to me like you could use a chaperone” “It was a blow out. Not my fault. Let’s get down to this army place.” They made their way down the slope. Jonas took the lead when they got to the base of the hill. “Jonas, how come you know where this is?” “My dad was army, remember?” “Yeah, but he wasn’t stationed here, was he?” “For a short time, but something happened.” “Did he get in trouble?” “Not really. Look I don’t want to talk about it, ok? Let’s just check out your story and move on.” “You are way too cheerful. I need to find some friends who are a bit more serious, you know that?” “Yeah, I know. Smart ass” Suddenly they stepped out of the woods and into a clearing. In the middle was an old building like military buildings in the 1950s. However it was surrounded by a high fence with barbed wire. The fence was rusted through in places and looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. Steve got really quiet and stared. Jonas looked at him, “See that has been that way for a long time. No one has been in there. You said you walked right up to it in your dream. How did you get through the fence?” “It wasn’t here last night” “Uh huh. So have we proved that this was just a dream?” Steve felt a bit strange. “Not yet. Let’s see if we can get into that building.” “No. I won’t trespass and get arrested. I …” Already Steve had found a rusted out hole in the fence big enough to pass through and he was trying to pull it apart so he wouldn’t get caught on anything. “Stop it, Steve. You can’t go in there.” Steve was already through and walking up to the building. Jonas sighed and pushed through the hole after his friend. They walked up and saw a broken light over a door which was unlocked. Steve pushed it open and they went inside. A layer of dust covered everything. There was a rotary phone on a desk. “This was just like the dream last night. I called the operator. The sheriff told me I was trespassing and Sergeant Davis came through that door we just entered through.” “But there was no fence” “Yeah, but what if…” Steve walked over to the phone and lifted the receiver. There was no dial tone. “Does it work?” Steve shook his head. “Can we get out of here, now?” Steve acted like he didn’t hear him and went through another door. “They put me on a gurney and pushed me through here, down this hall. There was a calendar over a desk with the Sergeant’s retirement party. That’s when I really thought something was wrong.” The hallway they were in was empty of furniture and only shadows of wall hangings like ghosts of the past remained. “They wheeled me down here and the machine was in this room” He opened a door to the left. “Holy shit” “What? Is the machine in there?” “No. It’s pretty much empty” “Then what are we doing here? Let’s forget the whole thing and head back. Ok?” Steve turned on him, angry now. “Why are you so eager to leave? I thought you were my friend and you cared about me. I need to know what happened last night. There was a reason for it and I don’t understand it. Can’t you cut me some slack?” “I do care about you! I care enough to not see you get arrested and me along with you! Some friend who drags someone else into their problems and then accuses them shit when they spend all night looking for them! Asshole” Steve pushed Jonas, “Fine, ass, I don’t want to ‘drag’ you into anything. Go the hell back. I can take care of myself.” He stormed angrily into the empty room. A few moments later, Jonas came into the room. Steve didn’t even turn around to look at him, “Leave!” “No…I …I do care about you. I’m just frightened. That’s all.” Steve turned around ready to throw Jonas out. When he saw the hurt look in his friend’s eyes his heart softened, “I’m sorry. I’m tired. I’m pissed about my car and I shouldn’t take it out on you. You’ve really been there a lot for me.” Steve walked over and threw his arm over Jonas shoulder. Jonas nodded quietly then hugged his friend. Steve sighed, then laughed. “Maybe I should date you. We fight enough.” Jonas pulled away then looked around. There were some wires hanging from the ceiling. A few dead bugs on the floor. But no big machine. “Ok, so what are we looking for? I don’t see any machine that turns people into The Incredible Hulk, registered trademark, Marvel Enterprises.” Steve laughed again, “What did you just say?” “I’m trying to be less serious. What are we looking for?” “I’m not sure really. I just want some proof. This building is here. The phone was out there. Isn’t that an odd coincidence?” “Yeah, but how do we prove that you were experimented on?” “I don’t know.” “There’s something I should tell you. “ “What? Did you have a dream too?” “No. It’s just that, well, you may not like it.” “What?” “I kind of already believe you because, well, my dad….uhmmm….he was an MP here in the 1950s” “No way. I know you’re a few years older than me but you’re too young to have a Dad who was in the military in the 1950s.” “No. He was 51 when I was born. He always said I was an accident. He meant it as a joke, but it hurt sometimes. He had surgery after I was born.” “Wait, your Dad was an MP here?” “Yes. He wouldn’t talk about it because there was some kind of scandal, but one night after he passed away I found something.” Steve moved closer to his friend, “What?” “Bodybuilding was kind of a newer thing in the 50s. Not real popular, but apparently my Dad was into it back then. He was still in pretty good shape when I was a kid.” Steve stared at his rather skinny, nerdy friend, “Your Dad was a bodybuilder?” “Yeah, I found an old medal he had won for a teen competition in the mid 1950s. My mom was 10 years younger than my Dad, but he was military and in good shape. “ “So what does that have to do with my dream last night?” “I asked my Mom about Dad being into bodybuilding because I always kind of admired big guys.” He glanced shyly at Steve, who although not huge was very strong and athletic already. Steve didn’t really notice. “She told me that he had already done many things before he met her. I asked about the military because I thought maybe I could be like him and gain some respect” “Dude, you can come to the gym with me anytime and we can put some muscle on you if that’s what you want. I like you just the way you are, though” “Yeah, maybe” Jonas smiled shyly again, “Well anyway, Mom told me had been an MP because that way he could get the military to help pay for his bodybuilding and not have it interfere with his work. He took the job here, but after this he had to get out.” “What happened? He had to be pretty young to get out that soon.” “She met him several years after this, and at first he wouldn’t tell her anything about it. Sometimes he would just tell her had to go out of town for work and leave and be gone for a month. He would come home, but without much money. Sometimes he would just disappear for the night. She thought he had maybe started doing drugs or gambling or something. Then one night he told her about a strange experiment.” Steve began to look wary, “Did he talk about a machine?” “Yes. My Mom didn’t believe him at first.” “How did he convince her?” “Well, I’m getting to that. He told her about seeing another guy he didn’t know change into a huge creature. At first, being a bodybuilder, he thought that was amazing and he wanted to be able to do that. However during the fight that ensued, he got trapped inside the machine with the other MP and it changed them too. At least that is what he told my Mom.” Steve winced thinking about this. “He told her at first he thought it was amazing, but soon realized he couldn’t lead a normal life. The change would come unexpectedly. He would try to control it in like restaurants and at movies and things, but like sexual energy, it eventually needed release. That was how he described it to her. “My Mom, of course, became convinced that he was on drugs. She didn’t believe a word. He even pulled out his old uniform. The one he was wearing when it first happened. He showed her the shreds of cloth, but she claimed he was staging a sick fantasy. He begged her to listen to him. She shouted at him and started crying. Then she told me he just turned around and pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his shorts. He told her ‘I wanted you to believe me. I don’t want you to think I’m a freak or a monster. I don’t want you to be afraid of me.’ Then he shuddered. She thought he had started crying, but he turned around and looked at her, his eyes had turned white and his skin had turned a darker color. He said, ‘I love you’ in a much raspier voice and shuddered again. Then she watched him change. Although he had taken the precaution of removing his clothes, he was still in his briefs, but this time he out grew those too.” Steve looked dumbfounded, “Damn. I didn’t think about all those complications. How did he date?” “I don’t know. I do know my Mom became a believer that night. She swore to help him keep his secret even from me until after he died. It was because I found those briefs and that first uniform and showed them to her and asked. “I thought she made up a story until I heard your story. I really hoped you were wrong.” “What? You don’t want me to be the Hulk? You don’t want your best friend to be the strongest college kid in the world?” Jonas shook his head, “She told me about the other MP. He and Dad both thought it was cool at first. They would meet up so they could change together and keep their secret. Dad soon realized the danger, like I told you, and he tried to warn Matt. But Matt would not listen. He started to have a harder time controlling the urges to change. The military was eager to cover this up because of the scandal that would break out. There were reports, mostly papers like the Enquirer, but still my Dad knew Matt was behind them. Matt got in a fight in a bar one night and then reports of a huge green creature tearing up the place surfaced. A movie theater in Miami where a ticket wasn’t refunded. There was even a men’s room on the subway in New York. Apparently the stall didn’t have any paper. New Yorker’s kind of blew the rumors off.” “How did you know it was because of the toilet paper?” “My Dad apparently found him and tried to warn him again. He confessed to having a harder time with the control and enjoyed the release like a drug. They were at a sandwich shop and Matt started to call Dad names like wuss and pussy. Said he was in complete control of the situation and didn’t need any help. Dad told him to calm down, they were friends right? Matt told him that a friend wouldn’t try to hold him back from what felt good. Not just good, but awesome. Even as he spoke the word, he smiled at my Dad and changed in the shop. Clothes bursting apart. People screaming and running. Dad sighed, then changed too to try to contain him, but Matt had become much stronger and bigger through the years. As it progresses it gets larger apparently and takes more control away from you. Dad wrestled him to the ground and they changed back. Then the police showed up and they were both arrested. Two grown men wrestling naked in public didn’t go over well with them. “The police put them in blankets and took them in. Riding in the back of the car, my Dad was humiliated and embarrassed, but Matt was smiling the whole way. ‘They think they can lock us up’ was all he said. “When they were booked, they were put into a holding cell in orange jumpers. Five other men were in there. Dad called Mom to come post bail and offered to help Matt, who refused. He just smiled and said, ‘Who needs bail?’ then the jump suit began to split and tear. The other men in the cell panicked and called for the guards but by then it was too late. One of the men screamed out that Matt was a freak and as the last of the jump suit fell away, Matt picked the man up and slammed him against the bars of the cell, killing him. Dad told him to stop but he was too far gone. Matt sneered and continued to grow even larger. “As the guards ran to the cell, Matt reached out and ripped the bars apart and pulled the cell door off its hinges and threw it at them. Two of the guards went down, but one rolled away unhurt. As Matt lunged out of the cell, the guard opened fire and Matt fell to the ground. Matt began to change back, blinking and my Dad ran to his side. Everyone stared at the incredible sight of this giant turning back into a man. A man who should have been a father and husband, a professional bodybuilder maybe, but not a freak. “Matt said he was sorry, but it was too late. He died there in Dad’s arms.” Jonas had tears running down his face, “I thought these stories were made up. I wanted to believe it wasn’t true, that my Dad wasn’t a freak. That his best friend didn’t commit murder and die in his arms. I didn’t want to believe you because I don’t want you to be a freak. You’re my best friend.” Steve felt his own eyes grow moist. He reached out and grabbed Jonas and hugged him like he would never let go. They stayed together like that for what felt like hours. Just reassuring that they would be there for each other. “I’m sorry for all the hurtful things I said earlier” Steve confessed “I didn’t really mean them.” “Thank you, I’m sorry too” Steve pulled away and glanced around the empty room. “I guess we’d better get back. There isn’t anything here that can prove either of our stories and it may still be all just coincidence.” “Wishful thinking, but I’m not so sure.” Steve turned around to look at his friend who was staring at the ground like he was trying to figure out what to say. “What do you mean?” “When we, uh, hugged just now I realized the problem my Dad had.” He seemed to struggle for words again and Steve just waited a bit concerned. “I inherited it.” As he said this, Jonas looked up at Steve who stumbled backwards in surprise. Jonas voice dropped an octave and his eyes had turned white. Jonas shuddered and his clothes appeared to grow tighter, “I felt it while we were hugging and I tried to fight it. Uhhhhhh” His neck thickened and the collar began to split on his shirt. “I’m frightened. But it feels so….uhhh…..good.” Steve’s jaw dropped as he saw Jonas biceps burst from his sleeves. Veins were running up and down his body thick and full. The hem of his pants rose up over his calves as he grew taller. The calves thickened catching and splitting the hem. His feet exploded from his sneakers and his shirt split apart in the middle exposing a chest like a keg with two watermelons mounted on the front. His thighs burst the sides of his jeans so they hung like rags on him from a tightening waist band. His stomach bulged like he had been doing HGH for years. The waist of his jeans split and they fell to the ground. His back widened out splitting the shirt from top to bottom. Thick traps rose up like mountains around his neck. Jonas was gasping and flexing like he was in a sexual frenzy. His skin turned a deep green. His eyebrows and jaw thickened with muscle as the transformation slowed. “Damn, Jonas, you were worried about me. But this whole time it was you! Son of a ….” “Hulk…” Jonas finished in a deep growl. He raised his left arm and smashed it through the cinder block wall dividing the room from the hallway. Steve yelled, “Hey, stop before you bring the place down on top of us.” Jonas gulped for air and flexed his fist again, “Feels good!” “Yeah, but don’t kill us. Maybe I don’t need to take you to the gym. To be honest, I’m kind of jealous now.” Jonas smiled, “You get flat, I lift car” He raised his arms and flexed them mightily then dropped them. “Hard to think…difficult…don’t like it.” “I’ll trade places with ya, bro, in a heartbeat.” Suddenly Jonas roared, “Nooooooo! Already too big….noooooo” His voice deepened into a growl and he began to swell even larger. A glow emanated from him as his bones cracked and grew larger and longer. His already thick body grew even thicker. Steve had to step back as Jonas grew up towards the ceiling and had to bend over to keep from pushing through. He grunted and growled the whole way, unintelligible. Then thick coarse hair grew up from his groin across his stomach and chest. His arms and legs grew thick green hair as well. Another loud grunt as ceiling debris rained down causing Steve to see Jonas face which had sprouted what looked like two days growth of beard. Steve thought fast, “We must be too close to the original source we have to get you outside.” Jonas just stared at him. “Can you understand me?” The creature stared and grunted but nodded. Steve held his hand out and Jonas took it. Steve noticed how strange and small his own hand looked in that of the giant green paw of his friend. He stopped, “I don’t know how you will get through the door” The creature raised an arm and smashed the wall even more where it had been hit earlier. “Ok, that works too. Let’s go.” And he led Jonas, hunched over,through the breach and into the hallway which had grown a bit too narrow. “Turn sideways…sideways like this” and Steve demonstrated walking sideways down the hallway. The creature grunted and tried to follow suit knocking down some ceiling tiles and putting another hole in the wall. They inched their way down the hall into the front office. Jonas punched out the wall around the doorframe and they went through. Steve stopped for a moment and heard a gasp behind him. He turned around. Jonas appeared a bit smaller and the additional hair had receded. Steve decided to check outside. He opened the door and saw that it was night. Very dark with no lighting around here, but perfect to hide a huge green creature. He called back inside, “Hey, buddy, see if you can fit through that door without tearing it down.” He waited, “Jonas come on we can get you out of here and get some…” Jonas appeared in the doorway. He was the same height as the door and filled it completely. But no longer green. Jonas gasped, “I’m …naked…still hard to think” “I know, buddy. It’s dark out and we can sneak you back to get some clothes that fit.” Steve stripped off his sweatshirt and walked over to his friend. “Get out here so I can tie this around your waist” Jonas struggled to squeeze through the door and had to turn sideways while his still massive chest nearly got stuck. His powerful legs pushed in either direction. He finally took his hands and in frustration pushed out on the door frame which groaned and bent outwards. Steve reached around Jonas’ waist and tied the shirt so he had a little modesty in front. “Thank…you.” Jonas gasped and shuddered and shrank down some more. Steve tightened the knot again to keep the shirt up over his front. Then he looked at Jonas, “Well that does something, but you, my friend, still have a big ass” He smiled. “No…joke…don’t like” “And you still have no sense of humor.” He shuddered again. Steve looked around, “Ok, I’m going to have to drive us home as soon as you can fit in the car. Give me the…great the keys are back inside aren’t they?” Jonas looked confused still obviously struggling with the change. “Stay here and finish up de-hulking or whatever while I go get the keys.” Steve dashed back through the doorway. Jonas turned confused and started to follow. Steve turned around. “No stay….good boy….stay. I’ll be back.” Jonas got a frightened look on his face and tried to follow again. “I’m not leaving you. Wait here.” Jonas shook his head and growled. He shook his head again and his skin turned green. He started swelling up again, “Don’t leave….me.” Steve went back outside “Easy, don’t rip my sweatshirt or you’ll have nothing to wear.” There was a popping sound and he saw the arms of the shirt stretch around the thickening waist. He ran over to try to untie the knot before it ripped apart. He could feel the muscles bulging and swelling then they slowed down. Jonas bent down and reached around Steve. He stopped trying to untie and just hugged Jonas back. “Okay, buddy I will wait here with you until you get back to normal.” They hugged awkwardly as Jonas was still much larger than Steve. He slowly began to change back. Steve found it easier to hold him close. Jonas soon was only around 6 foot tall and, though, still very thick was breathing much easier. He buried his head in Steve’s neck who sighed and hugged him tighter. Steve felt wetness on his back and knew that Jonas was crying. Steve was startled to realize his eyes were wet also. Jonas was back to his normal 5’7” height but still, at Steve’s best guess around 230 pounds so they continued to hug and wait. Soon Jonas sighed and said, “I’m ok now” Steve held the hug a bit longer. The bigger male holding the nerdy little geek. “Ok, I have to go back and get your keys. You need to wait here.” “But I don’t like being alone out here.” “Jonas, if you go back in you could change again. It’s too close to the source. It must still be in the building. Just wait and I’ll be back.” Jonas looked down and sighed, “Ok” Steve darted into the now completely dark building and bumped into the desk. “Ow, damn it.” Jonas called from outside, “You ok in there?” “I’m fine. Just hang on I’ll be back.” He groped through the dark and into the hallway. He seemed to be able to see a little better here but still ran his hand along the wall. It was kind of creepy. His hand brushed down the cinder block and he kept expecting to encounter the broken wall where Jonas had smashed through. Instead his hand found something smooth like paper. He stopped. There was a light coming from outside. He took the paper thing off the wall and went to the window. Must be a light on the fence that will help finding the keys. He held the paper thing up and gasped, it was a calendar from 1958. PART II Steve was still staring at the calendar when a noise startled him. Thinking it was Jonas coming back in, he turned around. “Jonas I told you…..” Instead he was facing a large MP with the name badge that read Saunders. “You’re the punk that was here earlier.” “I …I…just came back in to get the keys….so we could leave.” “Leave? After what you did to me?” “What…what did I do to you?” This guy was twice Steve’s size and now that he knew that it was Jonas who could hulk out and Jonas was outside somewhere waiting on him, Steve realized he might be in for some serious trouble. “In the lab. Last month. I saw what happens to you.” Steve’s mind was racing. “You saw what happens to…what?” The guard came closer. “Don’t play dumb. They closed this base down and no one is supposed to be here.” “I’m…I know…I just…” “You were supposed to finish your treatment, but I got it. Me and my buddy, Jeff. He’s on his way here now. We meet here in secret and you know our secret.” “What…what’s your first name?” “What’s it to you? What’s your first name?” “Steve” “Yeah, Steve well pleased to meet you. My name’s Matt. Matt Saunders.” “Oh shit” “I was so pissed at first, but then I found out what a great gift you gave to me and Jeff. I think it’s only fitting that you wait here for him and join us so you can get your final treatment. “ “Didn’t they take the machine?” Matt nodded. “Then how?” “Don’t worry little friend. I’m going to show you.” There was a noise behind them and Steve turned to see a door that had only been rubble a few moments ago, fully intact and it opened. Another large MP appeared but this one seemed younger than Steve and had an eager expression on his face. Matt hollered, “Jeff. You made it. Thought I might have to go without you. This here is Steve. He’s the one responsible for our gift.” Jeff froze and looked nervous, “Are you sure? We can’t afford to let anyone else know our secret.” Matt smiled, “Yes I’m sure. We need to set him up for his final treatment to pay back the gift.” “I’m not so sure about this now, Matt aren’t we getting a bit carried away?” “Are you kidding? Anyone would be grateful for what we have. Isn’t that right, Steve.” Steve sighed, he knew he really wanted it but he was also terrified of the story that Jonas had told him. “There’s something you need to know first” Matt rolled his eyes, “We’re running out of time, little man, I’m trying to hold back as it is. I don’t need any ethics lectures at the moment. Jeff, open the lab and start getting undressed.” Jeff fumbled for keys and unlocked the door that Steve and Jonas had demolished only hours before and entered. Matt looked at Steve. “Listen. I don’t want you pulling any tricks or screwing this up for us. Understand? I’ve had my full dose and could smear your puny ass all over. Clear?” Steve swallowed and nodded. He was thinking even without the treatment Matt could have kicked his ass ten times over. They went into the room. The machine was gone. In the far wall, however, Jeff had removed a brick from the wall. He reached inside and pulled out a box. Jeff had stripped to his briefs and carried the box over to a small table in the middle of the room. He had a lustful look on his face as he handled the box. Matt smiled, “Yeah, Jeff, you feel it too you can’t wait either.” Jeff was well built and full. It was obvious that Jonas wasn’t kidding when he said his Dad was a bodybuilder. Steve tried to talk, “I’ve heard you won a competition.” Jeff looked up, shook his head, and then smiled, “Yeah. Last year, Teenage Mr. Lake Ridge. First Place. I was 19, but I’m 20 now so I have to compete with the men.” Matt laughed, “And with this gift, buddy, you and I will be able to take on anyone” Jeff shook his head, “But I can’t control it that well. I can’t just change in front of everyone.” “Soon we will have enough that we can control it.” Steve found his courage, “No, Matt, you won’t . You’re going to die. You should listen to your friend.” Matt turned on him. “I told you to butt out. Ug…..” Matt’s eyes turned white and his face glowed momentarily, then he smiled, “Guess this uniform is done too.” With that, his already large frame began to swell and the top two buttons of his uniform shirt burst free and struck Steve in the face. Matt turned to Jeff still smiling and struggled for words, “Get Steve his dose…..ugggh” His arms ripped through his sleeves, “So…he can join us” A loud rending sound signified the back of his shirt splitting from the widening lats. Jeff looked nervously at Matt for a moment then walked over to Steve. He swallowed a couple of times, “Come on . It really does feel good.” Matt groaned and his legs burst through his pants, “Damn straight it does. Better than sex” Steve tried to talk to Jeff, who walked him across the room, “Listen, I know things. You need to get control now or you never will. You will pass this on to your kids.” Jeff seemed to ignore him. He opened the box, and removed a tube of yellow paste. “This was the essential part of the machine which was supposed to meter it out. Matt got it out before they took the machine.” Another grunt from Matt, “Shoes destroyed” “But what…I’m not sure….I always wanted but I heard…..” Jeff slowly uncapped the tube. Steve couldn’t look away. He was watching the tube when Jeff suddenly shook and dropped the cap. He snickered. “It really does feel good” and his voice dropped an octave. Steve looked up and saw the now familiar white eyes and glowing face. Jeff reached out and pulled Steve in close lifting the tube. “Please..don’t do this…I” Even as he spoke he felt Jeff changing against him. The arm that held him thickened and veins were rising all along it. Jeff shuddered but didn’t lose his grip. “You’ll like it.” And forced the tube into Steve’s mouth and squeezed the contents out. Steve nearly choked as the sticky substance filled his mouth and oozed down his throat. Jeff shuddered and leaned in closer almost like he was going to kiss Steve, who pulled back. He saw the traps rise up like mountains around Jeff’s neck. A deep voice behind said, “About time” and a thick green hand pulled Steve free of Jeff who was now lost in the throes of his change. Jeff suddenly grunted, “Damn…briefs too small” He grimaced as his ass tore out the back and he gasped as his thickening legs broke the elastic bands around them. Jeff smiled and ripped the waist band free as well. He continued to grunt and swell until Matt said, “You been dosing! You’re bigger than me now” He threw Steve to the ground and flexed in Jeff’s face. Jeff smiled and flexed back. Steve crawled over to a corner and tried not to be sick from the oozy stuff he had just swallowed. It was acting weird in his stomach. The two behemoths started wrestling around and slamming each other against the walls and on the ground. Neither one was as big as Jonas so they couldn’t do the damage he did, but they were still enormous enough to make Steve nervous laying there. They knocked into the table and it fell over on top of Steve and another tube burst open against a wall and splattered the goo all over him. “Damn!” But his voice was much deeper. The two monsters stopped and watched. Matt grinned, “The little man has decided to join us” Steve’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the same rush from the dream the other night. He didn’t like them staring so he tried to roll over and turn away. But as he moved his back widened out and they saw his t shirt split down the middle. “Damn” Then his butt pushed out against his jeans and they began to tear as well. He braced his hands against the wall to push to his feet and his thighs broke out the sides. He snarled and grunted. Behind him Jeff said, “Let it out…let it out…. Oh man I’m getting another one.” Steve turned around to face him as his own shoulders pushed the sleeves apart. Jeff rolled his eyes and even Matt stared in amazement as Jeff shuddered and grew even larger. Just like Jonas he grew hairy and his brows and jaw thickened. Then Steve was brought back to himself as his own changes continued. His chest grew outwards and broke free of the t shirt, his arms swelled up like cannon balls and he groaned yielding to the ecstasy of the transformation. Jeff continued to grow and grunt no longer even speaking. Matt hollered at him. “How much did you take?” Jeff just snarled then punched Matt hard. Steve groaned, “Tried to warn you.” Matt snarled and hit Steve in the head and Steve blacked out. When he woke, it was dark and he was lying on the floor of the empty room. He reached out and his hand felt something metallic. It was the keys. He grabbed them and stood. He looked around quickly for Matt and Jeff. Nothing, not a sound. He couldn’t see very well so they could be hiding in the dark. That’s when he realized he was fully clothed. His t shirt was still intact and his jeans. What the hell was going on? He cautiously made his way in the dark back to the front room and outside. Jonas was asleep on the grass. Steve went over to wake him. “Hey…hey” Jonas rolled over and looked at him, “What..what took so long. Sorry I was so tired.” “I met your Dad” The end......?

I don't know if you saw the thread in General on musclegrowth.org but I made an offline version before the site went down. It's available here: http://www.filefactory.com/file/37mdu0ftn603/archive-2014.zip