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  1. This one is a little more extreme than the stories I normally share with MGF. If you're into extreme transformations, give it a read. It takes place in a fantasy setting. If you want to see more of this sort of thing, be sure to leave a "like" or a comment. I tend to explore popular concepts more than unpopular ones. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The city of Tarm was surrounded. Completely besieged by the mounted armies of Caeman of Menth. Caeman had taken the region by storm, garnering thousands of men who would follow him to their deaths if he ordered. City after city had fallen and the fear of him long preceded the thunder of his massive cavalry. Tarm, a city based on farming and trade, found itself in the way of a force that seemed more unstoppable than the seasons. The town was protected by a wall on three sides and mountain cliffs on the fourth. These defenses could hold off horsemen, but they did nothing to feed the trapped inhabitants inside. Day by day the defenders and city leaders watched as their foes built battering rams, ladders, and catapults to end a stand off that had drawn on for over half a year. The people had already lost a growing season, the food was running short. If they tried to hold out for the winter, it would not go well for them. After resisting for so long, it looked as though they too would fall. A meeting of the city elders was convened to discuss surrender. His melancholy gathering proceeded as you might expect. The discussions centered around the best way to leverage some kind of amnesty from their new overlords. The debate went on for hours, during which time Sullace, a normally outspoken priest, had been sitting silent in his thoughts. Suddenly he spoke. “Men of the council, I think we speak of surrender too soon. This man, powerful though his armies are, is merely a man. What are his armies to our gods?” The elders grew silent. “Our people have lost their way from the gods of our fathers who gave us this fertile land to dwell in. Have we forgotten their high temple carved and shaped by their own hands. Have we forgotten that they have pledged to raise up from among us a warrior to defeat all our enemies if we simply go to them in our times of trouble?” Sarem, a man who came to prominence for his wealth and not his religion, shot him down saying, “Even if the legends are true and you yourself went up to their temple and became one of the warriors of old, how does one man fight an army?” “You forget that the warriors of old were unlike any man who walks the earth. And besides, the champion need not fight the army. I have a plan that will deliver this Caeman to us and stir the gods to bring the legends of old to life.” Sullace retorted. “And if the gods do nothing?” Sarem replied. “Follow my plan and we’ll still be able to surrender without making him or his men any the wiser of our true intentions.” And with that Sullace laid out his trap for them. The next day Caeman received a messenger from the besieged city. Reading the message he laughed and sent back his reply. “We will ride in at dawn tomorrow.” That morning at dawn, Caeman rode up to the city gates his personal bodyguard of three hundred men. As the messenger had indicated, the defenders on the wall threw down their weapons and the gates were opened. With a cheer several dozen horsemen entered the city, wary of a trap but found everything just as the messenger said it would be. The people were kneeling by the roadside, awaiting his procession. Leaving a small guard by the gates to prevent them from being closed on him, Caeman rode triumphantly into the center of the town where the elders waited for him. He expected them to bow but they simply placed their palms together in front of them and Sullace stepped forward. “Hail Caeman the Conqueror, we would offer our city as tribute to your greatness and might. All that you see shall be surrendered to you without bloodshed and we will submit ourselves to your rule. We only ask that you join us for a ceremony that will give the approval of the gods to your leadership.” “I do not wait on ceremony,” replied the general. “Why do you waste my time? You will surrender at my bidding and my choosing or you will all die.” “Great leader, we humble regret any lack of respect that you may have felt from our unusual request. It is only that we are a deeply religious people and we would be unable to order the masses to peacefully lay down their arms without approval of the gods. Clearly you yourself know who would be the victor in such a conflict, but we should like to spare you any trouble or loss of blood. We beseech your greatness to reconsider.” Caeman thought for a moment. “We will consider your request.” With that he sent a messenger to summon his top advisors and a thousand riders into the city. When they came he placed the men around the town, poised to destroy it at the first sign of treachery. He saw the wisdom in humoring the people, for it was easier to lead a willing people than a restive population. His advisors agreed and before noon, he and two hundred men approached the elders again, who explained that the ceremony must take place in a temple in the high mountains above. “I will partake in your little coronation,” Caeman scoffed. “However, I will take one hundred of my men with me. Your elders will remain here with the remainder of my personal guard. At the first sign of treachery, they will be the first to die.” Sullace took with him two of his priests and led Caeman, accompanied with half of his personal guard. Caeman continually made it clear that any trickery on the part of the chieftain would lead to the slaughter and enslavement of his city. They traveled on horse back and reached the mountain pass that they would have to ascend in an hour. The trail was narrow and winding and branched in many places. Many times they were obliged to dismount and lead the horses on foot. A stranger would never have found the way on his own. Eventually the horses had to be left behind, Caeman left a third of his men to guard them. It was late in the afternoon when they came to the entrance of the cave that Sullace said housed the sacred temple. It was on a high peak where one could see all the land for many miles around. The sides of the mountain were carved with many statues of creatures that were part man part beast. The opening was supported on the backs of statues of mighty men. The village elder bade them to come inside. Caeman, sensing a possible trap, stationed the greater part of his men at the opening of the cave. It wouldn’t do to be trapped inside by some ambush and there was not much that could be done with 65 men that could not be done with 20 in closed confines. They followed the villagers into the temple and took a sudden breath. The walls of the cave were illuminated by glowing crystals of various hues of blue, green, purple, and red. Skillfully crafted into the walls were carvings and paintings of more of these strange man-like creatures. They were sinuous and large in stature, some had four arms, others had large tails, some had horns, some had strange bodies where their legs should have been. “Are these your gods?” Caeman asked, with a little reverence. The temple was so otherworldly that he felt a little humbled by it. It was like they had stepped into the domain of some strange deity and he wondered whether or not it was wise to be here or not. Sullace turned to him and said, “This is the place where the gods come to be born.” They walked through the long passageway until they had come to a large cavernous hall. It was lit with the same ubiquitous glowing crystals held in the powerful stone hands of sculpted creatures. The room was full of them, they were free standing as well as sculpted into the wall and ceiling. Caeman’s gaze, however, was drawn to the central feature of this “holy of holies”. Steps led down to a pool in the middle of the room. The lights reflected poorly from the surface of the waters, making them dark an ominous. In the center of the pool was what looked like a throne half submerged in the murk. Directly behind it was a stream that fed the pool that ushered from the mouth of a small hole in the farther wall. “What is this place?” The conqueror asked. “When our people take a new leader, the old leader gives the throne to the next in line. We will perform the ceremony to give the town to you, and then no one will contest your rule and there will need be no violence.” The elder said. “And what does this ceremony entail?” The general asked with some suspicion. Sullace waved for his attendants to take positions on either side of the dark pool where they kneeled in reverence. “I will take my rightful place on the throne and then hand it over to you and there shall be a peaceful transition of power.” This was a laughable proposition. Any reverence that Caeman might have felt toward this place evaporated. He was the conqueror! This chubby chieftain was some small time leader of some out of the way city that had no other significance to him other than the fact that it was in his way. He had been nice and given them the chance to surrender before his army moved in and leveled the town and murdered all of its people. And now this pompous fool declares himself the rightful ruler and proclaims to ‘give’ power to Caeman, as if it was something that would not be the simplest thing in the world to take. “I don’t think so…” he said with a cruel smile. “I think we’re going to modify this little ceremony.” He motioned his body guards to seize the fallen leader. “It’s time you yokels learned about the laws of nature. The strong prey on the weak. The weak do not give them permission. You are weak and you have fallen! You will not give me anything! I’ll seat myself on your throne!” With that the warrior unbuckled his cloak and breast plate, revealing his solid torso, chiseled by years of combat and training. He pulled off his tunic and sandals and handed them to one of his men. The waters were inky and thick and he did not want to tarnish his garments and the hardened soldier didn’t give a second thought to his nudity. He stepped down into the pool which rose up to his waist. The waters were slimy and stuck to his skin as he waded to the throne. He sat himself on the throne as Sullace was shouting in protest. “No! You must not! You must come out of there at once! You don’t know what you’re do…” A swift blow to the stomach silenced him. “No! It is you that do not understand!” replied Caeman. The slime, which had at first been cold and clammy, was beginning to feel warm and almost inviting. This was a sensation that he failed to take much notice of as he was busy issuing proclamations. “You will immediately go down to your city and gather two thirds of all of your cattle, horses, and livestock, and render tribute unto your new leader. You will also surrender all gold and precious metals, and half of your produce.” Beads of sweat began to run down his chest as he spoke. His skin began to tingle slightly, especially around his ass. “All of your men will be gathered outside of your walls and two-hundred of the strongest will be pressed into my army.” Some of Caemen’s men were looking at their leader and thought to themselves that he looked a great deal larger than they had remembered. Perhaps it was the lighting in here but his chest seemed somewhat more massive, as well as his arms. “A small outpost will be setup in this town,” he continued pausing to shift his position a little as his ass felt tighter and it felt like something was pushing in against his hole. “…and you will responsible for feeding the garrison and complying with their demands…ugh!” He suddenly felt as if something were penetrating him from behind. He shot his hand under the surface to feel around down there. There was nothing solid poking into his ass, and yet he felt like something was sliding up into his butt, slowly but surely. “Something wrong sir?” one of his men asked. “Ummm… no…” He didn’t want to sound strange in front of his men and the discomfort was beginning subside anyway. It felt as if it was melting away into a warm pulsating sensation that spread up throughout his body. It actually felt good. “Uh… if you can do this,” he continued, “you will be left to manage the city and its affairs. If not, you will be immediately replaced. Do you…uuunderstand?” Again, he felt something forcing its way into his ass, this time larger and a little faster. He gasped as it happened again and then again. Each burst seemed to stretch him a little more and happen a little faster. He felt his cock hardening. His muscles were slowly expanding and contracting, getting bigger with each pulse. “I… wha…what’s happ…enning to me?” He forgot every ideaof concealment. He felt his back sliding up the back of the throne of as he grew taller. The locals that were standing on either side of the pool began to bow and chant. His own men simply looked on terrified. Caeman looked down at his body as it grew in size and strength. Apart from the alarming suddenness of the unexpected changes, he felt pretty good… no… he felt amazing. He felt his increasingly massive body with his hands which twitched every time a new burst of slime forced its way into his ass. His men, thinking he was in distress, began to run up to the pool to get him out. “No! Stand back!” He shouted, his voice deeper. “I don’t want it to stop! Not yet! The gods have chosen me! Behold the birth of a god!!” He was about a head taller than he had been. He tried to stand but a powerful thrust in his ass caused his legs to go weak and he fell forward to his knees with a splash. He was up to his pecs in the slime. The bulging grew more intense as greater and greater amounts of slime was making its way into him. It was like there was a growing cock inside of him, plowing him harder and harder, feeling better and better as the intensity grew. He began to moan with each new surge. The conqueror’s body slowly emerged, inch by inch, from the slime. He felt something pressing out from his lower spine. A tail began to emerge and lengthen. It grew thicker and more muscular as it became longer. His men saw it before he did as it emerged from the muck behind him. His teeth began to grow sharper and his tongue grew longer. Caeman was too distracted with thoughts of his new power and towering physique to notice these things. The mere sight of him would hasten surrender, he thought. He would speak and all men would follow! These thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of his pecs being pushed out from his chest and something bulging from under each armpit. Two new pecs were forming and pushing the pecs on top out as they expanded. Two new arms emerged from the bulges in his side. It was like some kind of dream, none of what he was seeing felt real. “What?!” He cried. “What… what is this?” He struggled to shout as his lengthening tongue rolled out from his mouth. “It’s… too much… make… it… stop!” He raised his new lower arms, stained black from the slime, and stared at them in disbelief. Then his tail came into vision as it began to wrap around his body. He could feel his hands touching it, realizing that it must be a part of himself. “No! Please! Don’t! Stop this devilry!” He was pleading to the carven gods that lined the temple walls or any god that would listen, but the changes continued. He tried to struggle out of the ooze, his men backed away, afraid to interfere. All four hands slid along the smooth floor as attempted to pull himself out of the pool. He was too slippery and his ass was being pounded so hard he had to steady himself against the edge. His tail was now at least as long as the rest of his body, thickening at the base as it grew even longer, eventually becoming an extension of his waist. His hip joints dislocated and reformed so that his legs sprouted out from either side of this massive trunk. His feet began to broaden, his toes lengthened and spread apart, each one developing a long claw at the tip. The feet were becoming much like his hands, only larger and more claw-like. His joints continued to morph and rotate until his legs simply began another set of gigantic arms His other finger nails were lengthening into sharp points and turning black. A short stubby horn emerged from each of his elbows. The tail was now so big that he could support his massive weight with it. Horns grew from his massive shoulders and curled in irregular ways. “UUURRRGGHHH!!” he roared like a beast as his canines began to enlarge and dip below his upper lip. His ass was now a slit on the front side of his long tail. Another slit was opening up and pulling in his cock and sack. As it retreated into his body, it began to grow. He found it could slide in and out of its new sheath, giving him a sensation that made his body writhe. He hardly noticed that every hair follicle on his body was falling off. As his skin turned red, he looked down on everyone present. He had grown so much that the ‘water’ barely covered his tail, which had wrapped its way along all four sides of the pool and was spiraling inward toward the throne. Everyone around him seemed like cowering rodents. Wasn’t this what he wanted? In the span of a few moments, he was becoming more fearsome than years of war and conquest had made him. His teeth grew longer and sharper, his jaws larger and more pronounced. The slit of his mouth extended to the back of his cheeks, exposing all of his interlocking teeth when he grinned. His nose compressed into two slits. His eyes began to emit a fiery violet glow as they grew to completely fill their sockets. Two tusks began to grow down over his lips from the back of his mouth. As they lengthened beyond his chin, they curved inward, stabbing into his chest and melding with his collar bone. His veins were bulging all over his body. They began to surface and branch in intricate patterns on his skin, accentuating his massive muscles. Pulses of purples light ran up and down these otherworldly vessels. In places they would sprout whip like tendrils that could cling to his hard body or whirled about in the air at his command. He was truly a monster, no longer human in any way. He felt himself a god, and he fully intended to live like one. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  2. To catch up on the first three parts, here they are: Metamorphosis: Metabolics: Metaphysics: Part Four: *FutureTech Research* Knowing full well that he is being chased by the person that used to be Bethany, a much more muscular and nimble Henry continues to knock down the walls in front of him to escape the giant transsexual hulk. He can hear her breaking down the door from the lab and is in total pursuit of him now. He is running out of square footage and is fully aware that he is going to have to jump out of one of the windows in front of him so he braces for impact. The 230-pound muscleman flies through the glass as it cascades down his body as he drops from the second floor and lands onto the pavement beneath him. The impact is very minor as he barely tears any skin from his huge arms and legs. He does scrape a bit of his 8-inch cock as he reaches down to rub it for a few seconds to make sure that it is still intact. He quickly gets up and takes off down the facility parking lot as he glances behind him every so often to see where the monstrous 325-pound behemoth is at. She jumps down from the broken window about fifteen seconds after he does. They both are gathering an audience as various other employees with the organization leave the building and start to gather around the entrance doors. The security officers located at the end of the parking lot are blocking the way out and are aiming their guns directly at Henry. He stops once he gets approximately five feet in front of them. “Please guys, don’t shoot me. I…..uhhhh…..FUCK…..I don’t have my ID with me……uhhhh…..I’m Henry Holstein, I work with Doctor David Banner on the second floor in research and development. You guys have to believe me when I say that the person chasing me back there *points* is trying to kill me. She…..I mean…..he used to be Bethany Rose, his wife.” The four men stare at each other in disbelief before turning back around to shake their heads no. One of them walks forward and shoots a bullet into Henry’s left quad. He falls to the ground as Bethany nearly cuts the distance in half. The other three men start shooting their guns at her as the one that shot Henry attempts to get him back up off the ground and scoots him over towards the guard tower. He shuts the door quickly behind him and locks it before helping Henry up the stairs to the top. He sits Henry down by a window and takes his jacket off. He then takes his shirt off and wraps it around Henry’s leg. He looks out the window and watches as the transsexual behemoth falls to the ground as the other three officers surround her. She is completely riddled with bullets and is clearly dead. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on man, but there is some seriously bad shit being done at this place. Whoever that person was is dead now.” Henry gets up and looks out to see that the officer is indeed correct. Sirens can be heard coming from every direction as the main gates open and medical vehicles pour in. Bethany’s body is placed on a gurney as Dr. Banner is seen running down the lot towards her. Henry hops down the stairs and out the tower to approach him. David can barely recognize Henry as he falls to the ground. “David, it’s me Henry. I…..can’t explain everything that has happened, but your wife took the HGHX serum that we were developing and it completely changed the way she looks. I took the other one and it turned me into a bodybuilder.” “Henry…..*weeps uncontrollably*…..she didn’t deserve to die. She cared about the research we were doing here, that is why she was funding it for us. Why in the world would she decide to use it on herself?” Henry slowly gets down on the ground to speak with David directly. “David…..I don’t think you know everything about Beth. She was conspiring with someone else in the company, I am positive. She thought you were nothing but a stooge doing the dirty work for the organization. She was trying to make me take that serum that she ended up taking herself. It ended up turning her into a freak of nature.” David punches Henry in the gut and gets back up from the ground. He is getting quite angry with what Henry is suggesting to him. “FUCK YOU HENRY! There is no fucking way that she would betray me like that. She has rarely even gotten into a fight with me, let alone…..” Banner pauses for a few moments before looking down at Henry who is now being attended to by a medical professional. He has a revelation that Bethany has in fact been quite distracted lately by something. He is starting to calm down as Henry is helped up to his feet and led over to an ambulance. David follows him over to where he is being put on a stretcher for medical treatment. The EMT loads him into the vehicle. Dr. Banner hops in for a few moments to talk to him. “Okay Henry, I will entertain your idea that something is going on. Who is this other person that you think she is working with?” The medical personnel are trying to wave Banner out of the vehicle, but he keeps putting his arm out to tell them no. Henry leans in and whispers a name to him which surprises David. He gets out of the ambulance and the vehicle is closed. It goes barreling down the highway to the nearest hospital as Banner walks over to his dead wife as they place her body in a bag. He barely even recognizes her, but knows it is her because half of her wedding band is still attached to her enlarged ring finger. He lets the medical personnel know that he will meet them later on at the morgue, but for now he has other things to attend to. They load her up and take off down the other direction down the highway. David is now racing over to his car to get in and drive over to Hamilton Tower. *Hamilton Tower Press Conference* Amber aims the gun directly at her husband Brian and attempts to shoot him directly into his heart. The bullet leaves the chamber just as Skylar jumps down from the podium platform and escapes through a back side door. The other attendees are now running through the front doors of the conference room to escape the carnage. Brian is hit in his shoulder instead as he grimaces feeling the bullet struggle to even penetrate his body. Amber manages to get another shot off before Brian tackles her to the ground as her purse goes flying into the air and hits the floor. He is now yelling in pain as he lies on top of her bleeding from his side. His immense size is too much for her as she lies there unable to breathe. She is gasping for air as a man walks up beside the pair and pushes Brian off of her. The huge hulk is now bleeding from his gut as a huge river of blood pools beside both of them. Amber clutches her throat as the man picks her up and takes her out the conference center and into the main lobby. The police have started to enter the building from various side doors and go rushing into the conference center. The man glances back and sees several of them surround Brian as he lies on the ground motionless. It appears that Amber’s second bullet has dealt him a fatal blow as one of the officers is calling for a medical examiner to come in on his walkie. The man runs up to a receptionist and tells her that he needs a medical professional immediately. As he turns around from the desk, he is met by Dr. Banner. The doctor is in complete shock as to what is transpiring and recognizes the man and whom he is holding. Amber is no longer conscious. “Gibbons? What the fuck is going on today? I need answers right now.” The two doctors have been working on separate experiments trying to perfect the same type of gene, but both are not aware of where each other’s work has progressed. An EMT intervenes for a few moments to take Amber away from Albert and places here on a stretcher as they rush her out of the building and into an ambulance to resuscitate her. As the two men stare each other down, the medical examiner runs into the conference center and declares Brian dead as they place his lifeless body on another gurney. As he is wheeled out of the room, they both walk over to stop the medical personnel so they can look the body over. The ME is not pleased, but is met with credentials from both doctors. Banner tears Brian’s dress shirt open to look over his wounds and examines the rest of his immense frame. He is fairly sure that he recognizes the man. “I know who this is Gibbons. This is Brian Hennessy, he has a scar that stretches from below his left pec and into his abdominal wall. *notices how stretched the scar is* He obviously used a serum as well on himself or somebody supplied it to him. Does this have something to do with you?” Gibbons is shocked that this man is Brian and not someone named Mason Ducati. “David I had no idea that this man was Brian Hennessy. He first spoke to me on the phone a couple of days ago and told me that Brian was indisposed and that he was his primary donor Mason Ducati. If you don’t believe me, then check out his credentials.” They notice that his conference badge is still on him so they both look it over. It lists Brian Hennessy as his primary name, but in small letters, it has Mason Ducati directly underneath it as his sponsor. Both doctors are puzzled by this and wonder what the hell is going on. “Gibbons, I have a feeling that there is more to this story than we realize.” Albert walks back through the conference room where Brian died with Dr. Banner following closely behind. They stop and turn to look to their right as they can see a shadow in from behind the stage where the ruckus started. They both walk through the doorway that is open and turn the corner to see Skylar Hamilton breathing quite heavily with sweat pouring down his face and neck. His heaving pecs are entirely visible from within his shirt. The two doctors look at each other and are getting quite angry as David starts speaking to him. “Henry was right. You are behind this whole debacle. Congratulations Skylar, you have successfully murdered at least two people so far because you just couldn’t wait until you were in complete control of everything so you could do extreme experiments on not only yourself, but others as well.” Skylar’s breathing is labored but he manages to get a few chuckles in once in a while. He pulls a vial of the HGHX serum out of his pants and shows it to both Banner and Gibbons. “Good evening……doctors. For your……information…..Brian’s death…..was a complete…..accident. I had no…..idea that Amber…..was going to confront…..him. He was going…..to leave that bitch anyway. *pulls a syringe out and plops the plastic lid off to plunge it into the vial* I was going…..to use this on both…..of us, but I guess…..I will have to use it all myself.” David rushes over to stop Skylar from continuing to fill the syringe as they begin to tussle. Gibbons moves over beside both of them to try and kick the serum away, but Skylar is too strong for both of them as he knocks Albert out as he falls down on the ground and flips David over to hold him down. Officers come rushing around the corner and point their guns at the three men. One of them tells Skylar to get up onto his feet again and to put his hands up. The extremely muscular teenager smiles at the officer as he stands back up. He then walks toward the officer and attempts to grab his weapon. The man shoots him in his chest, but the bullet barely penetrates him as it falls to the ground. Banner scoots over to Gibbons and notices that he is unconscious so he checks his pulse. He fortunately has one, but it is weak. The two officers watching them look at David and tell him to stop moving as they walk over to apprehend them. One of them calls for an EMT to come back there to pick Albert up as David is cuffed by the other one. He is led to his feet and carted out of the area to the front of the building. Gibbons is placed on a stretcher as he is also carted out to the same area as one of the officers stays behind to deal with Skylar. Both men are pretty well-built and are more than willing to use some of their training skills if need be. The teenager is still a bit winded from earlier, but spots the syringe with the serum close by. The officer that stayed behind that isn’t dealing with Skylar directly finds it and picks it up to examine it. “Is this that stuff your company is making Mr. Hamilton?” Skylar is tempted to lunge towards the man, but he knows that the other one will probably shoot him several times just to make him stop moving so he doesn’t. “What do you think it is officer? Why don’t you inject it? It might be worth it to find out, don’t you think?” He looks at Skylar with a puzzled look and then gives the other officer a slight glance before plunging the needle into his right arm as he squeezes the solution into himself. His beefy frame is unlike any other body type that the serum has been used on, which is why Skylar is so open to seeing what it does to this man. The one aiming a gun at the thick teenager is now very concerned for his partner’s safety. “Why the fuck did you do that Adrian? Do you know what this motherfucker does for a living? *grabs Skylar by the arm and cuffs him* Come on you piece of shit, time to join the other two outside.” Skylar is slowly carted out of the area but peers behind him to see what the officer is doing. It is obvious that this man is in a bit of discomfort as he throws the syringe across the room and breaks it. He stumbles slowly behind both of them and is sweating profusely. The officer with Skylar stops midway through the conference room to turn around and look at him. Skylar chuckles a few times to himself which prompts the officer to punch him in the face. He grimaces as he falls back a bit, but remains standing. Officer Adrian is now leaning over and his back is arched as strange sounds are coming from within his body. “Adrian? Why in the hell did you think that was a good idea?” The officer is no longer in anguish as he is now back up to being level with his law enforcement partner and is pushing his chest out in front of him. His pecs are now trying to tear through his uniform as his legs begin stretching the fabric of his pants. Skylar is absolutely giddy at what is transpiring and is now taunting the other officer. “You are going to be in for quite the surprise officer. He is going to do for me what no one else would. You better get out of here because I am not about to go to prison.” The concerned officer gets the hint as he goes rushing out of the room. Skylar gets down on his knees in front of Adrian as the police officer’s pants shred revealing his sweaty jock. The excited teenager begins to massage the man’s ballsac which is expanding out the sides. His cock is about to snap the jock off as Skylar opens his mouth to catch the veiny rod in his mouth. He sucks vigorously as Adrian’s entire lower half breaks free and continues to grow. His arms and chest make quick work of his shirt and uniform as the man completely embraces the changes that are going on from within his body. The other officer makes his way outside and notices that Dr. Banner is sitting in one of the cruisers with the officer that apprehended him. Gibbons is in an adjacent vehicle as well by himself. He gets between them to tell them what is going on. “Would you two fucking tell me what the hell is going on at this place? I have an officer in there that decided to go rogue on me because he somehow got mesmerized by that man that you guys confronted earlier. *hears a LOT of destruction going on inside the building* What the fuck? *he looks around the corner inside and sees two gigantic musclemen moving towards the entrance* Oh my gawd, we have to get the hell out of here.” The officer jumps into the cruiser with Gibbons and tells the officer in the one with Banner to get to the precinct as quickly as possible. Both the giant officer and giant Skylar burst through the front entrance about thirty seconds after the two cruisers take off down the road. Banner leans in to the front to tell the officer something. “Hey, take me to FutureTech Research instead. I might know a way to stop all of this destruction if you will help me out.” The officer seems very reluctant to listen to him. “You know I can’t do that Dr. Banner. If Massey found out I did this, I would be done.” Banner interjects. “And does Massey want two musclebound giants destroying his city? I think not. Take me to FutureTech Research and get me out of these cuffs so I can go and fix this.” The officer stops the cruiser at an intersection as Massey and Gibbons drudge ahead towards the precinct. He turns to look at Banner and sighs. His soft blue eyes look into Banner’s brown ones as he shakes his head. “Alright doctor, where is this research facility? *uncuffs Banner* I hope I am doing the right thing because I am risking everything to help you.” “Trust me officer, you won’t regret it. What is your name anyway so I can remember it for when I document everything?” “It is Oakley. Justin Oakley, but we go by our last names at the precinct. Give me the coordinates to the facility doctor.” Banner gives him the directions as they go barreling down several side streets towards the facility. End of Part Four
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