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Sweet Revenge - Chapter 15 - Final added July 2, 2022


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After a very long time and a few other stories in-between, I decided to revisit this one. I hope you like this new chapter.

Chapter 9
Bruce knew he was in the hospital but that was about the extent of it. He passed in and out of consciousness. When he was briefly awake, he felt tremendous pain. He was aware of not being alone but time meant nothing to him. In his cloudy haze he picked up snippets of words.

“He’s huge!”

“He was awake again and screaming.”

“He bent the bed rail again.”

“Who could hurt someone this massive?”

It was dark in the room when he finally woke up. His shoulder was throbbing, his leg was sore and his head was pounding. As memories flooded back to him, Bruce felt anger boiling inside. He tried to sit up but immediately discovered he could barely move.

“Woah, easy there. Don’t try to move.” Said a deep voice from beside the bed, hidden in the shadows.

“What’s happening, where am I? Who are you?”

“Relax Bruce. You are at All Saint’s Hospital, you were found in the parking lot a week ago. You were unconscious with serious damage to your shoulder and leg; not to mention a severe concussion. Surgery repaired your shoulder and your leg will heal in time. The head injury will take longer however. I’m Dr. Steven Clark, I’ve been handling your care.” There was the sound of a chair being dragged closer to the bed, near the foot so Bruce could see. Out of the shadows, Dr. Clark emerged. The dim light and oversized white lab coat could not hide his obvious size. He sat in the chair and Bruce thought he heard the unmistakable sound of fabric starting to tear.

“You’ve been barely conscious since you arrived but when you have been awake, you’ve been exhibiting some peculiar behaviour. Who’s Andy?”

Hearing the name caused Bruce to erupt. He gripped the metal rail beside the bed and started to twist with all his might. The sound of screeching metal filled the room. “I”M GOING TO KILL THAT FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!” Bruce screamed.

Dr. Clark sprang for the chair and placed his hands on Bruce’s shoulders and with surprisingly little effort, restrained Bruce. “Easy, easy! You need to stay calm.”

“Don’t EVER say that name again!”

“Ok, ok. It’s ok.”

“It’s far from ok Doc. I need to get out of here.”

“Bruce, you are in no shape to go anywhere. Just let me help you get better.”

Bruce let his head fall back onto the pillow but his anger had not subsided.

“Can I ask you something Bruce?”

“Whatever, Doc.”

“Steven. How did this happen?”

“What do you mean?” Bruce asked.

“How did a massive specimen of a man like you end up here.”

Bruce looked up at Steven and for the first time, glanced down to see that he was only wearing boxers. His massive body was fully exposed.

“We don’t have gowns big enough for you and you keep kicking off the bed sheets.”

“It’s fine.” Bruce said.

“We don’t get many 375lb people here that aren’t obese.”

“375!” Bruce yelled in horror.

“Yes, we weighed you yesterday.” Dr. Clark said glancing at Bruce’s chart.

“NO! That can’t be right!”

“What’s wrong?”

“That’s too small! How could I be that small so soon!”

“Small?! Bruce, you’re far from small. Believe me, I know big and you are one of the biggest I’ve ever seen.”

“You don’t get it Doc. I was bigger. I was 390lb last week and it wasn’t enough. They still… No! I can’t be getting smaller.” Bruce yelled with panic in his voice. Suddenly it was all too much for him and he started to weep uncontrollably. Before he knew it, he was telling the doctor the whole story. About his encounter with Andy and Mitch, the two men trying to restrain him, his assault on Mitch, Andy discovering his stash of gear and Andy’s brutal attack that landed him in the hospital. By the end, Bruce was gasping for breath and felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. His eyes were closed and when he opened them, Dr. Clark was standing beside him with a hand on his shoulder. Bruce looked up at the doctor who gave him a tight squeeze.

“Wow! That was quite the story.”

Suddenly Bruce realized what he had done, blabbing about everything to a complete stranger. He felt panicked and it showed.

“Stay Calm Bruce. It’s ok. We all have a story. Besides, I’m your doctor, I can’t repeat anything you tell me.” He said a gave Bruce a warm, caring smile. Sensing Bruce was calming down, he moved back to his chair and removed his lab coat. Underneath, he wore a plain black polo shirt that was stretched across his large pecs and shoulders. His exposed arms flexed and twitched as he sat back down.

“390 is an incredible weight Bruce. I’ve worked very hard to reach 245lb. I can only image what it’s taken for you to reach that size.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter now does it? I’m already so fucking small and I continue to shrink while I’m stuck in here.” Bruce said, slamming his fist into the mattress.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Dr. Clark said.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s no secret I’m into bodybuilding,” Dr. Clark said and involuntarily flexed his arms, “but like I said, I’ve never meet anyone as big as you. After hearing your story, for some reason, I want to help you not only get healthy again, I want to help you get bigger.”

“What reason?” Bruce asked.

Dr. Clark took a moment to speak. He straightened in his chair, causing his pecs to flex under his shirt’s fabric. He looked momentarily nervous before he spoke.

“It’s more than bodybuilding. I-I-I’ve always had an obsession with muscle and power. When I was a skinny kid, I dreamt of the day I was 200lbs. When I reached 200lbs, I only wanted more. Hell, one of the reasons I became a doctor was to gain the knowledge I needed to get even bigger. No, not bigger, MASSIVE. When I first saw you I thought I was dreaming, you were are so massive. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. But hearing your story made me realize that it’s more than the size I want, I want the POWER. I want to be so massive and strong, an army couldn’t stop me. This was always something private, something I never shared because I didn’t think anyone else felt the same but here I am looking at you and I know you feel the same.”

Bruce could only stare, mouth open.

“So, I’ll get you healthy but then I’ll help you get bigger. WAY BIGGER.”

Dr. Clark’s gaze moved to Bruce’s crotch where his rock-hard cock stretched the fabric of his boxers.

“Looks like you like my offer.” Dr. Clark said as he reached for his own, equally hard dick.

“Fuck yeah Doc. I want you to help me get huge, MASSIVE, MONSTROUS!”

“Then we better get started.” The Doctor said as his hand gripped Bruce’s raging hard-on.

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Andy let the massive weights tumble to the ground at his feet. He stumbled back, breathing heavily. He wiped the sweat from his eyes and stared at his reflection in the mirror.

The body reflected back was barely recognizable to him. Three months ago he discovered the remarkable effect Bruce’s steroids had on his body. In just that first day, he gained an astounding 27lbs. Thinking back now, Andy still could not believe that was even possible. It was like something straight out of science fiction. Fortunately, it was all but true. Over the next three months, Andy’s dedication to the gym could only be described as manic.  He woke at 5 a.m. and worked out until well past noon. He would eat and sleep for a few hours and return to the gym for another 4-5 hour workout. Bruce’s gear gave him more energy than he had ever had. His recovery time was shockingly fast and his metabolism was off the charts.

Andy raised his arms over his head and placed them behind his neck. With visible strain on his face, he crunched his abs and tilted his hips. Instantly his midsection contorted into a grotesque network of muscle and veins. His eight abdominal muscles flexed; each appearing to solidify into a substance harder than metal. Each individual muscle fibre was clearly visible. Andy lowered one hand and caressed his flexed abs. He let out a low groan as he felt the denseness of the muscles. He ran his fingers along the deep groves between each muscle, marvelling at how deep his fingers slid in.

Andy’s self admiration was interrupted by a gasp coming from the front desk of the gym. He dropped to pose and looked to see the buff college kid working at the front desk covering his mouth and looking like he was about to puke.

“Sorry Brent; getting a good pump today.” Andy said.

Brent’s face was white as a sheet and he could only mutter, “gross.”

Andy laughed, “gross? I know. I’m a fucking grotesque freak of nature.” He said proudly. “Sorry Brent but your reaction just gets be hard. I love seeing people freak out at the sight of me. You should try to get used to it too because I’m not done yet. If you think this is gross, just wait.” 

Brent couldn’t hold it back any more, he bent over and puked the contents of his stomach all over the floor.

Andy redirected his attention to his workout. After two more hours of intense lifting, he went upstairs to shower and eat.

“Mitch?” Andy called when he reached the top of the stairs.

“In here,” Mitch replied from the kitchen.  

As Andy waddled towards Mitch, he couldn’t help but feel rage boiling in his veins. He saw flashes of Bruce’s brutal assault on the man he loved. Mitch tried to hide it but Andy knew it still affected him. He still worked out harder than most men but his heart wasn’t in it like before.

Andy waddled towards Mitch and wrapped his arms around him. With no visible effort, hoisted Mitch up and placed him of the kitchen counter.::

“Good pump? You look ridiculous,” Mitch commented and caressed Andy’s sweaty skin.

Andy kissed Mitch “Great. Poor Brent puked again. Kid’s really not a fan of my body”

“His loss.” Mitch replied and started to stroke his hardening cock.

“You got that right.” Andy said and also started to grope Mitch’s cock. 

“My boy is growing so huge,” Mitch said as he continued to explore Andy’s body.

Andy responded to Mitch’s touch by casually flexing his pecs. “You don’t think I’m gross do you?” He asked.

“Fuck no! I think you are the sexiest man on the planet.”

“Man? You still think I resemble a man?” Andy asked with a smile. “Have you ever seen a man look like this?” And with that, Andy raised his left arm and flexed it in Mitch’s face. Instantly, it erupted in size. Deep, vein covered striations appears over its entire surface. Veins, like snakes, slithered to the surface.

Mitch couldn’t speak, his lust for Andy’s body took over. He leaned in and started to lick the sweat from Andy’s flexed bicep. With a moan of satisfaction, Andy straightened his arm and re-flexed. Hot cum from Mitch’s cock sprayed onto Andy’s abs.

“Save some for me.” Andy said and lifted Mitch off the counter and slid his leaking cock into his mouth. With barely any resistance, Andy maneuvered Mitch’s body like he was licking an ice cream cone. After he sucked Mitch dry, he lowered him back to the floor.

“My god Andy, you are so HUGE!”

Andy chuckled, “you mean little ol’ me? I’m tiny.”

Mitch doubled over with laughter, “how tiny?” He managed to get out.

Andy squared his shoulders and flared his lats “345 this morning but after that workout, I bet it’s more like 350.” He said.

Mitch could only stare with his mouth open. “70lbs in three months!”

“I know! That gear Bruce was using was MADE for me. I still can’t believe how fucking huge I’m getting. Just look at this!” Andy replied and hit a most muscular pose. His monstrously body erupted in size. Any visible gap between his body parts disappeared. His shoulders inflated to well-surpass his height. His traps rose to press his ears to the sides of his face. His pecs grew to astronomical size until they nearly engulfed his head. His pumped arms grew and contorted into a mind-boggling display of mutated flesh. His small waist appeared to shrink as it simultaneously flexed. His gargantuan thighs pushed each other apart to accommodate their individual girth. Even with his legs spread far apart, his calves almost touched. As if his inhumanly massive body wasn’t shocking enough, Andy’s extreme conditioning was on a whole other level. The harder he flexed, the more veins appeared. There wasn’t an inch of flesh that wasn’t completely covered with thick, pulsing veins.

“Look at me Mitch! Look at all this muscle! I know I’m a grotesque freak of nature and I LOVE it.” He managed through gritted teeth. With one more titanic effort, he was able to flex even harder. “Just flexing makes me grow! I can feel new mass being added by the second. Fuck Mitch this feels so incredible. I’m a fucking MONSTER!” Andy screamed and raised his head. While still flexing, he started to spray cum all over the room. He roared in ecstasy.

Mitch was unable to speak. He loved how massive Andy had become; even though he knew there was no logical explanation as to why he had gained so much weight so fast. Every day, the sight of his partner’s massive body drove him crazy with desire but today he couldn’t help but wonder how much bigger Andy could get.

As if sensing his thoughts Andy said “I hope I never stop growing Mitch! I want to make this body look puny!”

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Chapter 10

Bruce was discharged from the hospital after spending a month practically immobile. He refused to let the staff mention his weight and he avoided his reflection at all costs. 

Dr. Steven Clark arrived early in the morning on the day Bruce was set to be discharged.

“You ready Bruce?”

Bruce barely nodded his head. Dr. Clark had watched Bruce become more quiet and depressed over the last few weeks. After their first talk about Bruce regaining his previous size, his continual loss of mass could not help but affect Bruce’s mental health. Dr. Clark personally escorted Bruce to the hospital entrance but it was not Bruce’s truck waiting at the door, it was a large, expensive SUV. Bruce looked at Dr. Clark with a look of confusion.

“It’s mine. I told you I’d help you reach your size goals Bruce and I think the best way to do that is for me to take a very personal interest in your recovery. Come home with me, let me help.”

“W-w-what, w-w-why?”

Dr. Clark only smiled and helped Bruce out of the wheelchair. Even at his current weight, the doctor marvelled at how heavy and dense Bruce’s body felt.

“Just get in, check out what I have planned at home and you decide if it’s what you want.”

“Don’t you have to work?” Bruce asked, still trying to comprehend what was happening.

“I took an indefinite leave of absence.”

Bruce had settled in the front seat and whipped his head around to face Dr. Clark.

“Like I told you Bruce, I want to see you get huge again and frankly, I want to see how big I can get.”

Bruce couldn’t help cracking a smile for the first time in weeks as Dr. Clark drove away from the hospital. An hour later, the vehicle drove up the long driveway of a huge house in a very posh neighbourhood. The lawn was perfectly manicured and as one of the three car garage doors opened, Bruce glanced at the two other cars parked inside. Both men got out of the car and Bruce followed Steven on tour of the incredible house.

They toured the huge main floor, comprised of a huge living room, large office and a kitchen equipped to cook for a hundred people. The back yard was enclosed by a huge fence and had a massive pool and hot tub.

“That will help with your recovery.” Steven said, pointing to the hot tub. Bruce could just stare at everything he saw. “Let me show you the basement.” Steven said, heading back inside.

There was another living room and a smaller kitchen at the bottom of the basement steps. The far had two huge wooden doors that slide open with the touch of a button. As the light’s flickered on, Bruce let out a gasp. The room was massive and contained the most astounding collection of gym equipment Bruce had ever seen.

“Pretty great eh? I’ve bought the house because of this space and over the last few years, I’ve build it into what I think is the best gym in the world.” Steven said as he ran his hands over various pieces of equipment with obvious pride. He looked at Bruce’s wide eyes as he inspected some of the machines with awe.

“I’ve even had some of these custom made to really target certain muscles.”

“Wow,” was all Bruce could muster. Huge, floor-to-ceiling mirrors huge on all the walls. Bruce couldn’t help but catch his reflection, stopping him dead in his tracks. He was wearing a t-shirt that had fit him like a second skin before landing in the hospital and now it looked like a tent wrapped around him. He was so transfixed on the sight, he didn’t notice Steven approach.

“I know it’s hard Bruce but it’s not as bad as you think. You’ll bounce back faster than you think.”

“FUCK! What do you know. LOOK AT ME! I’m so fucking small!” Bruce screamed, his voice cracking with emotion.

Steven pushed another button on the wall and two mirrors started to separate revealing another room. Like the gym, the lights flicked on but revealed something that made Bruce gasp again.

“The gym is great but this room is what matters.” Steven said, following Bruce inside. It was a state-of-the-art lab loaded with chemicals, machines and computers. “It was nearly complete before we meet but over the last month, I’ve rushed to get it ready for us.”

“What is all this?” Bruce asked.

“This is were I’ll create the most potent steroids in the world. It’s where I heal your damaged shoulder in record time and where every supplement you need to reach unheard of levels of mass will be created.”

Bruce was too shocked to speak. He scanned the room full of foreign materials and compounds until his gaze stopped on Dr. Clark. He stepped closer to the buff doctor and placed one hand on the back of his neck and the other on his firm, round pec. He pulled Steven close and started to kiss him. Steven wrapped his formidable arms around Bruce’s body and squeezed his hard. The two men stayed like that for minutes before Steven took a step back.

“Let me show you upstairs, were you can nap before we start working out.”

Bruce looked back to the gym, “No, we work out now,” he said and walked towards the endless rack of dumbbells lining the far wall.

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“Add more FUCKING WEIGHT!” Bruce screamed as Steven could only watch in awe. Bruce slammed the bar loaded with two 45lb plates per side back on the rack.

“Damn Bruce, I can’t believe you are shoulder pressing 225lbs three months after having your shoulder reconstructed!”

“Add another plate to each side!” Bruce commanded.

“315lb!”

With the new weights added, Bruce let out a loud grunt as he hoisted the weight off the rack and started to pound out textbook perfect reps. Sweat puddled on the floor at his feet as he manhandled the heavy bar like it weighted nothing. After 25 reps, he lowered the weight but didn’t rack it.

“Two more, NOW!” Bruce screamed.

Steven timidly added another 45lb weight to one side and hurried to add the counter weight to the other side, fearing Bruce would loose his balance but the bar barely moved.

With 405lbs loaded on the bar, Bruce’s already pumped shoulders looked like too vein-covered pumpkins. He starred with wide eyed at his reflection in the mirror and with a wall-shaking growl, started to press the massive weight. Steven stumbled back and felt his knees go weak at the sight.

Dr. Steven Clark was not prepared for Bruce’s intensity when he first arrived at his home. Bruce was just out of the hospital, still recovering from his injuries and loosing muscle mass daily. Since that first day, Bruce had not only recovered at frightening speed, he body was responding to Steven’s custom-made steroids on a level the doctor wasn’t prepared for.

Bruce completed 10 reps before slamming the bar on the rack with such force, a number of the plates crashed to the floor.

“Incredible. I’m not sure I can even move the bar with 225lb on it.” Steven said as he approached the bar, preparing for his set.

“NO. I’m not done!” Bellowed Bruce.

“Bruce, chill out. I still need to get my sets in.”

Bruce flared his lats, causing his arms and traps to swell, “I don’t give a FUCK about your sets.”

“Bruce! What the fuck? We’ve been working out together for three months. I’ve been helping you get bigger. Hell, we’ve fucked every night. What’s your problem suddenly?”

Bruce took two steps closer to Steven and with lightning fast speed, he grabbed the unsuspecting doctor by the throat with one huge hand. Steven’s eye displayed pure terror as Bruce gripped hard.

“All of that means SHIT to me. When I walked in here I was a pathetic, broken mess but this gym and your gear was my only hope.” Bruce said as he tightened his grip on Steven’s neck, marvelling at the thick cords of his forearm muscles. With barely any effort, he started to lift the doctor until he was forced to stand on his tip toes.

“What do you weight now Doc, 255lbs? Fuck, that weight barely registers.” Bruce said and with one small flick of his wrist, sent Steven flying six feet away. The doctor landed on the floor hard, gasping for air.

“I told you I was 390lb before Andy fucked me up. Well, this morning I weighted 405lbs. I’m already bigger than I was and I have no plans on stopping.”

“Why Bruce, what did I do?” Steven rambled, with fear in his eyes as he looked up at Bruce’s massive body.

“You didn’t do anything. This was never about you. It’s always about ME. I need the mass, I need the fuel, I need the drugs, I need whatever it takes to make me THE BIGGEST MONSTER!” Bruce said as he bend down and picked up a 45lb weight plate. He held it with both hands and Steven let out a wimpier as the metal started to twist in Bruce’s grip.

“Did you think we would be some sad meathead couple? Dude’s that lift together stay together? Fuck that! I needed you, I needed this gym, I needed that incredible gear you created.” Bruce said tossing the destroyed weight plate aside like he was suddenly bored with it.

Tears ran from Steven’s eyes.

“Don’t look so fucking sad little man. You still get to watch me grow. You still get to inject me with gear and hell, I’m still going to fuck you whenever I want.

“N-n-n-n-o!” Steven said as he slowly stood up, still rubbing his neck.

Bruce started to chuckle as he slowly brought his hands together and flexed. Instantly his whole body erupted. His shoulders were purple with pump as they solidified into massive balls of muscle. His pecs expanded and rose to graze his chin as deep, vein-covered striations appeared on the surface. His bloated, ripped arms contorted into two powerful pistons. His minuscule waist tighter into a solid column of muscle that lead to his massive, frighteningly shredded quads and calves. Bruce looked inhuman without a trace of injury.

“I WASN”T ASKING!” Bruce said. 

Steven glanced at the door and turned to run but Bruce was ready. He reached out and grabbed Steven’s arm and squeezed. The doctor let out a painful howl as his legs buckled but he didn’t fall because Bruce held him up.  Bruce gripped Steven around the neck again with his other hand but this time he lifted Steven’s whole body off the ground. Steven clawed at Bruce’s rock-hard arm and shoulder but it was like trying to break down a steal door. Bruce started to walk around the gym, holding Steven like he weighted nothing.

“You need to learn your place little man.” Bruce said dropping Steven in a heap at his feet.

Bruce lifted his once injured leg and placed his foot on Steven’s chest and started to press. Steven let out a terrible scream and seconds later his first rib snapped. Bruce barely registered the noise, he was transfixed by his reflection in the mirror.

“405lb is still not enough. I mean, FUCK I LOOK GOOD but I need SO MUCH MORE!” He bellowed as his raised his arms into a mammoth double bicep pose. Thick cords of ripped muscle pulsed and expanded in every direction. He heard another crack as he turned and licked his left bicep. “You’re not done UNTIL I say you are done; until you’ve helped be become a DISGUSTING, MUTATED, MASS OF POWER AND MUSCLE! Now, go get my meals ready, I need to lift more.” Bruce said and landed a kick so hard into Steven’s side, he slide three feet towards the door. Bruce heard the doctor coughing and moaning in pain as he loaded the bar with more weights to further torture his fully pumped shoulders.

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