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And You Wonder... What If??? (Part Three added on Jan 31st)

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This was a quick story I thought of while working out today, and wrote most of it a few hours later.  I was inspired by the pictures of this famous actor... who shall remain nameless... on Instagram.  It was just something quick and fun to keep my creative juices flowing while I work on the next chapter of The Test.  Hope you enjoy!!!


And You Wonder…What If ???


HC paced around the rented house he was staying in while in Los Angeles.  Gazing at his watch for the eight time, he could see that Peter was already 15 minutes late.  The little prick better not have run off with all that cash, he thought to himself.  Moving into the kitchen, he decided that he would make himself a cup of tea.  Yes.  That would calm him down.  Even after four days, he was still furious about the meeting with his agent.  It seemed Warner Brothers had no further interest in him playing Superman either in the next Justice League film or in the sequel to The Man of Steel.  Sure, he had said that he wasn’t interested in playing Superman anymore, but that was just a ploy to make more money.  Everyone knew that and everyone did it.  Of course, he wanted to play Superman again!

  • - You’re just not big enough?
  • - What the fuck are you talking about, Mel?  I’m bigger then ever?  I just finished filming The Witcher, and Mission Impossible got rave reviews.  How can they think I’m not big enough?
  • - No.  It’s not your fame.  That is totally fine.  You’re simply not big enough… in size.
  • - What?  
  • - You just aren’t big enough.  Look at JM.  He dwarfs you on the screen.  How can fuckin Aquaman be bigger then Superman?
  • - That’s crazy, Mel.  I can put on more mass.  You now that.
  • - Of course I do, but not enough for Warner.  They’re looking at some new kid who’s simply huge.  Name is Tanner Evans.  He’s gonna play Superboy or something.  Sorry, Harry.  That’s the way it goes.  Why do you think HJ isn’t playing Wolverine anymore.  
  • - Because he’s too old?
  • - Yeah.  There’s that, but the audience just doesn’t believe it any longer.  They want their superhero’s fuckin’ jacked just like they’re drawn.
  • - I’ll do another screen test.
  • - It’s not gonna help, H.
  • - Tell them I want to do another screen test!  Give me a month.  I’ll seriously bulk up.  I’ll do a cycle of roids.
  • - Don’t!  They’ll test you for your insurance, and if that comes up positive your dead.  How would that look blasted across the internet: Superman Dopes Roids.  
  • - Fine.  I won’t.  Just get me another test.
  • - I’ll try, H.  I can’t promise anything.  Now… lets talk about better things…

Sure there were other movies, but not like this one.  H had read the script and it was amazing.  Far better then any of the others.  He needed to play Superman again.  That was why he hired Peter Fall, the personal trainer who had gotten HJ back in shape after Les Miserables.  Peter and H met three days ago, and H told him exactly what he wanted.  

Peter had looked at H and told him it simply wasn’t possible.  What H did to get ready wasn’t for everyone.

  • - I’ll do anything.  I’ll work day and night.  24 hours a day if I have to.  You just need me to get in fighting shape.
  • - It’s not as simple as that.
  • - You know I’m dedicated.   Look at my build now.  I’m jacked.  
  • - You are… but what HJ did… that was different.
  • - What do you mean?
  • - Look… I don’t want to spread shit here…
  • - Just say it.
  • - HJ had a little help.  Pharmaceutical help.
  • - Roids?
  • - No.  Nothing like that.  This shit is different.  
  • - What is it?
  • - It’s an experimental growth hormone.  It’s mostly used underground by fighters, wrestlers.  Helps them get that edge over competition.  
  • - And…
  • - It doesn’t show up on any test.  You come up totally clear.  I got it for HJ, and you saw him in that film.
  • - Yeah.  He looked great.
  • - Exactly.  He still needed to work out for pics on Instagram to make it look like that was how he did it, but the shit did everything.
  • - How long does it take?  I only have a month.
  • - That’s the great part.  It works right away.  You’ll see results in minutes.
  • - That’s not possible.
  • - I’m not shitting you, man.  I promise.
  • - Get it.
  • - It’s expensive.
  • - How much?
  • - 10,000 a dose.
  • - How much did HJ take?
  • - One.
  • - Get it.

That had been three days ago.  A day later, Peter had called and told him that it wasn’t possible to purchase by the injection anymore.  He would need to buy a whole vile.  The cost would be 60,000.  HC didn’t care.  That was nothing.  He transferred the money right away.

Now Peter was late.  He never should have trusted him.  Never trust an ex-actor turned personal trainer!  That was the rule.  They always wanted to screw you over!!  Henry tried to calm himself down by taking a sip of tea, but it only made him more agitated.  Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, the doorbell rang.

H ran to the door and swung it open.

  • - Where the fuck have you been?
  • - Sorry.  Traffic.
  • - You have it?
  • - Of course.

Peter took a brown bag out of his backpack.  From that he removed a plastic bag filled with empty syringes, and a brown glass vial.

  • - Here you go.
  • - That’s it?
  • - That’s it.
  • - How much do I take.
  • - The dose is .25 cc.
  • - How do I do it?
  • - I’ll just inject it into your glute muscles, and there you go.
  • - Okay.  Let’s get on with it.

H began removing his jeans and t-shirt as Peter popped off the plastic top to the vial and sunk the needle into the plunger.  From the plunger he pulled up far less then .25 cc’s, since that wasn’t really the proper dose.  The proper dose was .2 iu’s, but H had no way of knowing that.  He had no way of knowing exactly what Peter wanted from this evening.  He should have listened to his own warning… never trust an ex actor turned personal trainer.  

  • - Bend over.
  • - Okay.
  • - Now, once I get the syringe in, don’t move.  It’s thick and will take a few seconds.
  • - Okay.

Peter pulled the back right side of H’s black briefs down and admired his smooth perfect ass.  Nice, Peter thought.  Very nice… and soon it’s going to be oh so much bigger and better!  First Peter cleaned the area with an alcohol swab, and then he sunk the needle into H’s ass and plunged the liquid in.  He kept the needle in far longer then usual so H would think he was injecting more then he was.  When he felt enough time had passed, he withdrew the needle and cleaned the area with the alcohol again.

  • - There you go.  All done.
  • - Excellent.  Should I be feeling it now?
  • - Give it a few seconds.
  • - Brilliant.

H began to move around the room again.  He couldn’t tell if he was more nervous or excited.  Suddenly he began to feel something he could only describe as a pleasurable glow filling his body.

  • - I can feel it.
  • - Great.
  • - Fuck yeah, I can feel it.  I feel fuckin’ incredible.
  • - Excellent.

His chest was where H noticed it first.  His recently trimmed hairy chest began to plump up, getting fuller.  In a few moments, every muscle in his body began to gain size.  His bi’s and tri’s pumped up, his lats grew a little higher, his quads bulked up, and his calves gained even more mass.  H felt incredible.  He was growing!!  Even the muscles in his hands and feet grew a little thicker giving him the more rugged look that he had always been after.  That’s why he never shaved his chest.  He loved the mountain man look, and now he was definitely getting closer to it.  In a few minutes, it was all over.

  • - Fuck yea, Peter!  Look at me!!!  How much do you think I gained?
  • - No clue.  You have a scale?
  • - Yeah.  There’s one in the bathroom.

Peter followed H into the bathroom and watched him step on the scale.

  • - Twenty-seven pounds!!  I’ve gained twenty-seven pounds in less then five minutes.  Amazing!!!
  • - That will certainly help for sure.
  • - Damn right it will!!

H began flexing in the mirror, going into a front double bicep pose, then a front lat spread, and then a side tricep.  Peter could tell H loved what he was seeing by the slight tenting in his briefs.

  • - Looking good, man.
  • - Yeah I am.
  • - They’ll definetly Cast you for sure.
  • - Exactly.  No way Tanner Evans has this size.
  • - Tanner Evans?
  • - Yeah.  You know him?
  • - Ummm… yeah.  I do.

H watched as Peter looked down at the floor.  He stopped posing in front of the mirror and looked at him.

  • - What is it?
  • - Sorry man… that kid is huge.  Massive.  You’re big, but you can’t compete with him.  I’m sorry.  You should have told me that was who you were going against.
  • - Fuck!!  But look at me!  I look amazing.
  • - Yeah… but not compared to Tanner.  Shit… he makes anyone look puny!
  • - Give me another dose.
  • - What?
  • - Give me another dose.  Can I take another dose?
  • - I don’t know.  They used to only sell it by the dose, but now no one wants an open vial, so you have to buy the whole thing.  I’ve only ever given one dose.
  • - I want another one.  I’m sure it will be fine.  Another should help, shouldn’t it?
  • - Well… You gained 27 pounds?
  • - Yeah.
  • - I don’t think another 27 will help.  Not against Tanner. I’m sorry.
  • - Why not?!!

H was getting angry now. 

  • - Tanner is much bigger then that.  You can’t beat him.
  • - Get the vial.  I’m doing another dose.
  • - I can’t.  I really can’t Henry.
  • - I paid for a fuckin vial, so get me the vial!!

Walking away to get the vial, Peter tried to hide his smile.  He had tried this out on HJ, but it hadn’t worked. He’d been happy with his results, but then he also had the role already.  He just needed the extra size.  H didn’t have the role… and he was much more vain then HJ.

  • - Here you go.
  • - What was the dose you gave me?
  • - .25 cc’s.
  • - Fine.  If that gave added twenty-seven pounds, .50 will add over 50.
  • - I don’t think you should do this, H.
  • - Give me a needle.
  • - I won’t give it to you, H.  I want no part in this.
  • - Fine.  I don’t need your help.  You can go if you want.

Peter handed the syringe to H and watched him plunge the needle into the vial.  Tipping the vial upward, H pulled up .50 cc’s, and thinking better of it, decided instead to pull up .60 for good measure.  H pulled his briefs completely off, turned around, and plunged the needle into his ass.  Pressing down on the needle, he injected all of it into his body.

  • - There.  Sixty more pounds of muscle will definitely make me bigger then this kid.  He can’t be fuckin Hercules.

H had just finished saying Hercules when he felt it over his entire body.

  • - Fuuuckkkk!!!!  This feels fucking amazing!!

H’s voice had gotten much deeper as he spoke.  Sweat was pouring down H’s body and he started pacing around the room like a caged animal.

  • - This is it, Peter!!  This is it!!  I feel like a fucking nuclear warhead, and it’s only getting stronger!  Listen to my voice!!  It’s getting so deep!!!
  • - Yeah.
  • - It sounds so fucking sexy.   It’s going to sound great coming from Superman.
  • - Yeah it will.
  • - My pecs!!  They’re growing again.

Peter watched as H’s two massive hairy pecs began expanding again.  Larger and larger they proceeded to grow, a deep crevice appearing between the two.  Soon the immense weight and size of each pec began forcing his nipples down towards the floor.

  • - Oh yeah!!!  They’re going to have to make me a completely new suit!!  Fuck!!  They’re nearly blocking my view!!

H laughed, enjoying the tremendous feeling this growth was causing.  Soon his lats joined in with his growing pecs evolving into what made him look like the head of a cobra.  His arms began to hang further and further from his sides as his lats continued to grow even larger.

  • - There’s no way that kid can beat me for size now!

H cried out in pain as he looked at his hands.  They were growing thicker his well.  The muscle began to flow up his fore arms, blowing them up broader and thicker, and then up to his bi’s and tri’s.  Henry flexed, and his upper arms were now nearly the size of Peter’s head.

  • - What do you think, Peter?  Do you think Superman has biceps like these?

H stumbled for a moment, loosing his balance.  He heard cracking coming form his hands and when he looked at them again, he could tell that they were getting longer.

  • - I think I’m getting taller, Peter!!  Should this shit be making me taller?
  • - I don’t know, H, but you are definitely getting taller!

H was inching up higher to give his body more area to add muscle mass.  His legs blasted next in size, his quads and calves inflating, fashioning two titanic columns. 

H stood nearly 6’5 now and still he grew.  If it was possible, his square chin got even more chiselled, and his hairy chest began to get even hairier.   The fifty pounds he had thought he would gain was far behind him as he gained nearly 100; and still he grew.  In the back of his head, H was concerned about what he did.  He was getting too big… far too big.  He was becoming almost unrecognizable.  He was surpassing most bodybuilders when it came to size.  The other part of his brain loved it and wanted the growth to continue.  It just felt too good.  He felt so powerful… as powerful as Superman!!

H, with some difficulty, moved into the bathroom so he could look at himself in the full length mirror.  The growth was continuing, but now it seemed to be focused on his cock.  What had been of considerable size before was soon multiplying into a thick anaconda.  The same size veins that travelled down his arms and legs began to wrap themselves around his cock feeding it, giving it more size.  Forgetting Peter was even in the room, H began to stoke his cock as he looked at himself in the mirror.

Peter hadn’t forgotten his was in the room.  As H moved to the bathroom Peter made his move as well.  Leaning down, he picked the vial up that had been left on the floor.  Taking another syringe, he emptied the rest of the vial into it.  With it in his hand, he moved into the bathroom.

  • - You look incredible, H.  Simply amazing!
  • - I know.  Even my cock is growing.
  • - I can see that!
  • - That kid will never beat me now.
  • - No one will.

With that, Peter injected H with the rest of the vial.

  • - What the fuck have you done?!!
  • - Enjoy the ride, H!

HC’s whole body quaked with the onslaught of muscle growth.  His chin was pushed further up as his pecs ballooned even bigger and grander.  His abs formed an enormous cobblestone path down from his pecs to his crotch.  The bones of his pelvis cracked and actually got tighter instead of wider, creating an inconceivable V taper to his body.  His Adonis belt, or cum gutters as he called them, grew cavernous and more pronounced.

This third injection apparently sent H’s testosterone into overdrive.  Always a hairy man, the hair on his body began to grown in thicker and denser.  His entire chest, which 30 minutes ago had been nicely trimmed and manicured, now filled with curling black hair.  The hair travelled up his freshly shaved face, and began to sprout dark stubble.  A few moments after, H had a thick five o’clock shadow, then two days worth of growth, then a week.  H’s beard became thicker, blacker, and more intense as it grew till the tip of it was rubbing against the hair on his pecs.

H looked up and saw that his growth was propelling him to the height of the vaulted ceiling in the bathroom.  He had to be nearly ten feet tall or taller, he thought with an excited shutter.  H was in two minds.  One part of him begged for the growth to stop and for everything to go back to the way it was before.  The other part begged for it to continue or never ever stop.  From what he could still see of himself in the mirror, he looked incredible!  He was so massive, so hairy, so masculine!! And his cock!!  Fuck!!!  His cock was a monster!!  It had to be at least fifteen inches long and still growing longer and thicker.  The head itself was simply unheard of.  It was mammoth, dark red, and pulsing with each heartbeat.  It was as long as his old cock had been soft, at least four inches, and at least nine inches thick.  The head was at least an inch and a half fuller then his growing shaft, and persisted to grow bigger.  He reached his hands down to touch it, and discovered he needed both hands to completely engulf it, the circumference was so immense.  Even when soft, he couldn’t imagine how his own foreskin would ever fit around it.  H laughed loudly realizing that his own cock head was the pinnacle of his hyper masculinity.

A deep bass cry of pain left H’s throat as his balls proceeded to grow.  What had once been hen eggs now grew to oranges, then grapefruits, and then coconuts.  His crotch had also grown excessively hairy, and from his balls, he could smell his own musk rising up.  Lifting his right arm up, he forced his face as close to his pit as possible.  Flooded with long thick dark hair now, he soon discovered that his pheromones were also working in overdrive and he was exuding the masculine of smells.  His own scent was quickly turning him on, and he found himself licking the head of his own bicep.

He had to widen his stance, as his quads grew thicker.  Afraid he was going to be a prisoner of the bathroom, H grabbed for the doorframe, and with less effort then it would take to rip a sheet of paper, he created a hole large enough for him to bend over and go through.

I have to weight over a thousand pounds now, he thought as he forced his way into the living room, breaking down doorframes and demolishing everything in his way.  On the floor he found the clothes that he had been wearing only this evening.  He laughed a deep belly laugh as he leaned over and lifted up what appeared to the now giant of a man as something that would only fit a child.

He searched for Peter but discovered the Personal Trainer was gone.  That was too bad.  He was getting hornier by the second and needed a place to stick his cock.  That has-been actor had destroyed his career now, but H no longer cared.  As he neared the ceiling in the living room, he realised that before he was always playing Superman.  Now he WAS Superman!!!  He would still be famous, there was no doubt, but now he would also be worshiped.  A thick river of pre began to fall from his massive cock head.

As he began jerking himself off, H continued to grown.  He was relishing every sensation, as he grew closer to the ceiling.  His muscles began adding on more pounds faster and faster, and his own legs began crushing his balls.  He moved his feet further apart hoping to make more room, but soon they began to press against his balls again.  He didn’t know what idea he liked more… his balls becoming so immense, or his legs becoming so massive.  

As best he could, H began to feel up his entire body. He no longer could touch his shoulders nor could he really turn his head, but he saw out of the corner of his eyes how round and hairy his deltoids were becoming.  He began to think he would need to hire someone to shave his back, but then, he thought, why bother.  Let the world see a real man for once, hairy back and all.

Fuck, he was horny.  His own pointer finger was now four times the size his old penis was, so he brought his hand down to try and finger his own asshole, but found he could only reach as far as his hairy glutes.  Since he couldn’t see his own ass, he could only tell by feeling how unbelievably round, hairy, and full of pure muscle it was.  H laughed, and executed a deep squat, watching his quads simply explode in size.  Lusting after his own size, H grabbed his cock and began to jerk off.  He had always been an XL on that one dating/sex app he had, but now he would have to list himself as XXXXXXXXLLLLL!!  Even a serious fister wouldn’t be able to get his cock head in!  Just thinking about that made his pre flow faster.  H reached down to his oozing head, filled his palm with seeping pre, and coated his whole penis with it.  As he jerked faster and faster, drool leaving his mouth and falling onto his own beard and chest hair, he quickly reached orgasm.  HC let out a deep moan which escalated quickly to a roar.  The orgasm lasted longer than a minute and nearly brought him to his knees.  When he finished, he realised his cock was still as hard as before, and he was still just as horny.  Would he ever be satisfied again?

Just as he was about to hit the twelve-foot ceilings, the growth tapered off and stopped.  Standing over eleven feet tall and over three thousand pounds of pure muscle, HC roared like the massive grizzly of a man he was.  He loved the sound of his deep bass roar and expected to do it a lot from now on.  He looked around the destroyed room and tried to find his cell phone.  He wasn’t sure how he would dial it, but he had to call his agent.  He was going to introduce himself to the world soon, and he would need someone to deal with all the press.  Then he had to get back in touch with Peter.  There were several other famous men H had on speed dial he’d like to see be introduced to the contents of that vial.  He definitely wanted Peter to purchase more.  At least ten to start.  A new thought crossed his mind… maybe he would play Superman on film again.  He would build his own Justice League of massive, freaky, muscular men.  He would handpick each one, and he knew just where to start!





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OMG this was great. A perfect Fan fiction loved it.

I can totally picture the vvialgoing to Tom Holland when they talk to him about growing for Venom

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Here you go!  Episode Two!!!  I wrote this over the last couple of nights I've been spending alone in a hotel room.  Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!!!

And You Wonder…What If ???

Episode Two


ZE has a problem.  He wanted it all.  He always had.  Even when he was younger, he wanted more money, more success, and more fame.  Those desires plagued him throughout his career, and no matter what he did, no matter how popular and celebrated he became, he was never satisfied.  Nothing seemed like it would ever be enough.

Now HC was hogging the spotlight in Hollywood.  Ever since he had revealed himself in all of his immense glory wearing a custom made Superman speedo, he was all anyone talked about anymore!  You couldn’t get away from the guy.   You turned on the TV, and he was on every talk show.  You picked up the magazine, and there his big mug was on the cover.  He was even trending the most on Twitter and his account an mass followers were breaking all Instagram records.  He was a huge success... and Z hated it.

Although HC was going around saying he didn’t know how he had gotten so massive, ZE knew it had to be because of HGE.  He had used the totally experimental drug himself right after High School Musical 3 to get away from playing all of those teenage twink roles, and then again when he was prepping for Baywatch and he wanted to look as if he could take on The Rock.  His friend Peter, a personal trainer and one time actor had introduced him to it, and even the small amount Z had injected into his body had done wonders.  He never regretted taking the easy way out to get where he was today, and if he had to do it again, he undoubtedly would.  

That was why after days of internal debate with himself, he had called Peter and told him he wanted to purchase another dose.  Sure, he would never be able to compete with the mountain of man that was HC, but he needed something to get him out of the rut in which he found himself.  His last four films, although not flops, didn’t do the best business at the box office, and the scripts he was receiving just didn’t seem exciting anymore.  He also found his first grey pubic hair three weeks ago.  He actually hadn’t found it, the girl he had been fucking had, and all night she kept calling him grandpa.  He could take Daddy.  She could call him Daddy all day and all night, but don’t call him grandpa.  He had plucked it out that night, but since had found six more.

He needed a change, and a little more muscle mass would do the trick.  With it he might be able to get an action franchise or perhaps a role in a Marvel film.  He needed everyone to forget he was the High School Musical kid and think of him as his own man.  That was why at three in the morning six days prior, Z had picked up the phone and called Peter.  At first his friend had refused to purchase it for Z, claiming he was out of the business, but when offered 2 million to deliver a dose, he ultimately said yes.

Now, Z waited for Peter to arrive.  He didn’t have to wait for long when a buzz came from the front gate of his LA home.  Pressing the button in the kitchen, Z let Peter’s car onto his property, and within three minutes, he was at the door.

  • - Here you go, man.
  • - Thanks Peter.

Z took the brown paper wrapped package from Peter and began to close the door.

  • - Need any help injecting it, Z?
  • - No.  I’m good.  I need to do this on my own.
  • - You okay?
  • - Yeah.  I’m good.  I’d just rather be on my own when I do this, okay.
  • - Yeah.  Of course.  Give me a call later.
  • - Will do.

With that, Z closed the front door and locked it.  He watched Peter drive up to the gate on his security monitor, exit the property, and drive away.  Once the gate was closed, he unwrapped the package and found one syringe and two vials instead of the syringe filled dose he had ordered. 

Why two vial vials?  Peter must have thought when I offered him 2 million that I wanted more than one dose, but why would I want two?  I just need the one dose to get me over my hump, he thought.  That’s it.  I just need something to get me back in the game.

Z walked into his bedroom with the opened package, and placed it on his bed.  He then proceeded to take off his clothes.  His heart was beating fast as he pulled the T-shirt over his head, and he could feel the familiar stirrings of his body getting aroused.  With a stomach filled with butterflies, he took off his sneakers, socks, and then his shorts.  Ultimately, he stood alone in his room in only his boxer briefs.

Fuck, he thought.  I’ve wanted to do this again for a while now, and here I am.  Looking at his own body in the mirror, he admitted to himself that he looked great, but he could always look better. Most 32 year olds wished they looked like me, he remarked to himself with a grin as he flexed his bicep and watching it plump up.  His body was still rocking, and it was obvious he took excellent care of it.  He even paid attention to what the public posted on Instagram, like letting his chest hair grow out a little, but also keeping himself boyish and clean-cut. 

Fuck it!!!  Z knew there could only be one Number 1 in Hollywood, and that was always meant to be him.  He had it all: looks, charm, talent, charisma, and that special something all Hollywood stars require.  He was extraordinary.  He knew that.  He just needed to make the world sit up once again and take notice.  

With even more determination, Z pulled his underwear off and threw it in the hamper. If he did the same dose as last time, he should gain about 15 pounds in muscle mass, which would look jacked on his 5’8” frame.  Should he do the same dose???  That was the real question that haunted him.  Z’s heart was beating swifter as he stood looking at himself in the mirror.  Do I do the same dose, or do I just say fuck it and go for it?  Do I throw out my clean-cut image and just become what I’ve always wanted?  Z wanted muscle.  He loved muscle, especially on himself.  

When he first saw HC on tv his cock had gotten instantly hard.  Fuck!!!! he thought.  To possess all of that muscle!!!!!  It must feel so incredible…so powerful… such a rush, Z thought.  His height, his size, his hairy body, even his massive cock and balls were a turn on.  It wasn’t that he was gay, he just wanted to experience what all of that muscle felt like on his own body.  He lusted after that knowledge.  What it must feel like to be living in that huge body, touching that serpentine cock, running his own hands through his chest hair, flexing his muscles and knowing there was no other like him...  no other...  Nightly he dreamt of having so much muscle mass he could barely move, and each morning he woke up with his sheets soaked with cum.  When it came to material things, he had everything a man could desire… except his true desire.  What he really wanted.  

Z walked over to the bed and uncapped the vial first and then the syringe.  He plunged the needle into the rubber stopper, took a breath, and began to fill the syringe.

Patches of sweat started to form on his forehead as he approached the original dosage, and passed it.  His heart seemed to flutter as he kept pulling back on the syringe letting more of the oil like substance in.  He snickered a little when half of the vial was gone.

You can stop now, he thought as his hand kept pulling back, and filling up the syringe.  What am I doing????  Am I really doing this????  The oil continued to fill the syringe, until there was nothing left in the vial.  Wanting it far away from him, Z threw the vial across the room and heard it shatter against the wall.  He then took a quick breath and pierced himself with the needle.  Before he could stop himself, before he could talk himself out of it, before he could think twice, he was injecting the thick liquid into his glute.

God, this shit is thick, he thought as he forced the plunger down.  It seems to be taking forever... and shit it burns!!!  I don’t remember it burning last time.  With more pressure, he pushed down on the plunger, until finally every globule was depleted from the syringe and in his body.  He removed the needle from his asscheek and placed it on his bed.

What have I done, he thought as he twisted around and looked at himself in the mirror again.  Say goodbye to this!!!  In a few minutes... a whole new world!!!

Z’s cock was hard and leaking a little when the first wave of heat hit him.  Oh man!!  Fuck!!!  This feels so unbelievable!  I’ve never done drugs, but this has to be the high they always go on about.  He bounced his pecs for himself as his hand began slowly stroking his cock.

A feeling he could only describe as true muscle lust hit him, and was continuing to get stronger.  It hadn’t felt like this before.  No.  This felt a thousand times better!!! I feel like I’m gonna take off!!  I feel like an electric current is filling my body with power... simply filling me up!!!  Fuck!!  How could I ever have denied myself this!!!

His entire body began to tremor as if he were standing outside naked in the dead of winter, but he wasn’t cold.  Every cell in his body was on fire, his DNA was rewriting itself to pump his body full of muscle.


He felt so incredible.  So commanding! So dominant!!  He never wanted it to end.  It just keeps getting better and better.  Fuck, my cock is harder then it’s ever been!!!  Z was breathing hard while laughing at the same time.  I’m gonna grow soon, he thought.  I’m going to burst with power!!!

He had so much energy he began pacing round the room.  As he moved, he could feel each muscle flexing and then releasing.  He was totally in tune with his body.  I’m gonna cum, he thought.  I feel like my whole body is going to have one massive ejaculation!!!


He was laughing, his cock so hard that it hurt as he sauntered over to his bed.  His shaking hand grabbed the syringe and reached for the second vial.

I need more!  I need to feel more!!!  I need to do this!!!  His finger flipped the plastic cap off the vial and implanted the needle.  Stop!!! he told himself, but he couldn’t.  He wouldn’t!!!  If one felt this good he could only imagine what injecting two who vials was going to feel like... what it was going to do to him.

With the syringe filled with the contents of the entire second vial, he injected himself again.  When he did, his body released the loudest moan of pleasure.  All rational thought was gone.  He was only thinking of muscle.

I can literally feel it entering my glute, I’m so attuned to my body right now!!  Fuck!!! My cock!!  It’s so hard it’s red!  Yeah, man!!  I can’t believe I’m actually doing this to myself!!  When the syringe was empty a second time, he pulled it out, and like a drunk man threw it on the floor.

Staggering around the room, Z could feel it all happening faster.  I can feel every inch of my body!!  Every fiber of my being.  He walked toward the mirror but tripped on his own foot and fell against the wall.

  • - FUCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!

Z screamed, and he punched the wall, his fist going through it like a hot knife in butter.  I didn’t even feel that!!  He did it again, and again, and again.  What am I doing??  He tried to clear his head, but it was getting harder to think.  

  • - When I’m done, I’m gonna destroy this house just by moving my body!!!  No room will be big enough for me!!!!  I’ll laugh at the idea of clothes fitting me!!  

After the sixth punch, a kick to his groin made him stop and glance down.  His balls, always small to fairly average were appearing to swell.  Slowly they grew bigger and bigger with each heartbeat.  Quickly, his sack was stretched completely full and still they continued to grow, looking absurd next to his short penis.  The throbbing in his balls was getting harder and harder to bear as the seed inside each of them proceeded to multiply repeatedly.  Z was so in tuned with his body that he could literally feel each ball filling to capacity.   They were each growing larger to make more room for his seed, only to have them fill up again.  The process kept repeating until Z was dizzy.

  • - What the fuck have I done to myself???!!!!

As Z shouted into the empty house and guffawed uncontrollably, his voice was getting deeper and deeper until it was simply a bellow.  

  • - What the fucks happening to my voice???

He spoke again, but his voice was now a deep bass now and getting lower.  He tried to cup his balls, the source of the insane amount of testosterone flooding his body, but they were simply too big.  Fuck, he thought!!!  How is this going to end? ??!!!

With a cry, Z’s abdominal muscles cramped, and he quickly leaned over to try and deal with the agony.  He was now shaking so hard that he could barely stand on his own feet.  Sweat poured down his body and for a second Z was terrified by what he had done.  His world was never going to be the same.  On the other hand, he yearned for the transformation to go quicker so he could leave his old life behind.

The pain in his abdominals was increasing.  Z tried his best to stand upright, but just moving a little sent shockwaves through every muscle in his body.  He carefully moved his hands down to his abs to feel them, and discovered that what had once been a well defined six pack was growing and expanding into what felt like granite constructed bricks of muscle.

Yearning to see his own abs growing, Z once again tried to stand, but the tremors running through his own body forced him to the floor.  Trying to curl into a fetal position, Z discovered that this was now impossible as his newly formed abs were becoming too large and thick and were now taking up more and more room on his lower torso.

Z gritted his teeth in pain as a severe popping and cracking sound could be heard coming from his hands.  He moved them in front of his face in order to see what was happening, and discovered they were growing both longer and thicker.  The breaking sound grew louder, more extreme, and more agonizing as both of his arms joined his hands and proceeded to grow.

At the same time this was occurring, Z’s abs had continued to swell, forcing themselves to jut out further and further from his body creating a massive wall of muscle which was now shoving him into an upright position despite the pain.

When he was finally able to get to his feet and look down at his abs, he couldn’t believe how freakishly thick they had become.  His 32” waist was now at least 36 inches and still growing.  He would have been concerned about his growing waist size, but despite the increase it was obvious that there was not an ounce of fat on his body, his abs were simply so immense and thick.  He tried lifting his elongating arms and was shocked to see how quickly they had lengthened in such a short amount of time.  His arms were currently as long as his legs and getting longer by the second. Holding his hands up to his face proved difficult, but he was able to see that his massive hands now dwarfed his own head.  Z’s cock began to leak as he thought that if this were the size of his hands, just imagine how massive he would be when his whole body caught up!!

With one swift movement, Z struck his own abdomen, but felt nothing.  He punched it again, harder this time, but still nothing.  Again, and again, and again, he punched, his hands growing thicker and mightier, but it only felt like a wind was touching his skin.  

  • - I’m becoming  totally indestructible!!!!

Z was drooling at that thought when his torso and legs began to grow.  For an instant he thought he would pass out from the pain of his bones cracking, repairing themselves, and breaking again, but he simply revelled in the fact that his body was growing larger so it could pack on more muscles.  Gone was his old 5’8” body as he stretched higher and mightier.  His hands and part of his forearms still lay on the floor due to their immense size, but when he looked up he could see his head getting closer and closer to the ceiling.  In no time at all Z had passed 7 feet tall and was closing in on 8.

As his balls continued to swell larger, a massive wave of testosterone exploded into his body.  His trimmed hairy chest began to get fuller as his current hair grew longer and new hair pierced out of the spaces available between the follicles.  Thick brown hair seemed to burst from his face giving him a true Paul Bunyan beard.  His whole body itches like hell as the hair follicles multiplied and forced their way out.  Even the hair on his head grew longer and thicker with silver coming in at the temples.  Within minutes the buzzed hair on his head flowed down to his shoulders, and his manly beard became thicker and denser.

Another massive burst of testosterone rocked his body again, and Z could abruptly feel his glutes putting on serious mass.  His legs had always been a problem area for him demanding serious attention, but they never would be again.  Despite the thick brown hair coating his legs, it was impossible to miss every striation of his growing legs.  

Z salivated as he watched his calves swelling to the size of his old quads, and then proceeded to add on more size.  His own quads, he could now only compare with a normal man’s torso, they were so full, so round, and so firm.  Twice he had to widen his stance to allow more room, but his body, adapting to any difficulty he might have, complied and forced his torso to grow larger to add on more mass.

              - I want to worship my own fucking legs their so insanely huge!!!

Z screamed out in his rumbling bass voice.  He had never heard a voice so deep and so sexy in his life that he wanted it to drop even lower!!  Let it drop so low no one can even comprehend it!!  No one could ever compete against him when it came to his low-pitched resounding voice.

His waist was nearing 40” and still growing larger with his immense and hairy abs.  The crevices were so deep and so filled with brown hair they appeared like deep canyons.

Z’s head hit the ceiling just as his pecs began to swell.  The concept of how tall and massive he was, combined with how big his pecs now were bursting from his chest had him laughing hysterically while a river of pre began to flow from his cock.

Z had to crouch in order to not hit the ceiling, and then found it easier to simply go down onto his knees to give himself more room.  His pecs were becoming mountains of muscle, filling with power and might.  Z lifted his hand and began to squeeze his nipple firmly, but this only succeeded in forcing more and more pre to explode onto the already soaked carpet.  The nipples, as if craving more tactile sensation, grew larger with his nipples rivalling the length of his old thumbs.  His areoles were dark brown, and as he played with them, they became even more and more sensitive.  Grabbing his left pec and lifting it up the best he could, Z tried to kick his own nipple, but was prevented from doing so when a sudden surge of growth forced them to point down and forever blocked his view of his lower half.

Not to be left behind by his immense chest, Z’s lats detonated with improbable size.  His wingspan exploded so suddenly with size that his whole body shook from it.  His arms flew up, and Z found it impossible to rest them at his sides again.  I wish I could see myself in the mirror, Z thought, but the only thing he could see was his immense lower half getting even larger.  

Joining in with his back, Z’s neck and delts got larger and thicker, granting him his wish of an even deeper voice.  His shoulders, back, and chest were now so wide that it would be virtually impossible for him to walk through a normal door... ever... and still he grew like there was no tomorrow.

With a smack, Z’s head hit the ceiling again, and he was on his knees.  He was now taking up half of the massive bedroom.  With his fists, Z began to punch holes in the ceiling to fashion more room for him to grow.  As if trying to help with this process, his bi’s and tri’s started to surge with size till they were as large as his old legs had been, and just getting thicker.

Understanding the immensity of his own size and power, Z began to stand up.  As he did, his immense arms and hands began to tear apart the ceiling above him.  Soon the ceiling couldn’t take it anymore or the pressure from Z’s growing body, and came crashing down upon the colossal man.  As he stood up, Z could only celebrate in the fact that he was indeed Paul Bunyan now, and had definitely surpassed HC in both height and muscle mass.

Throwing the king sized bed to the side of the room as if it belonged to a doll, Z made more room for his body.  Another monumental surge of testosterone was released into his body, and with a sweltering explosion of pain, Z’s almost non existent penis began to grow to match its master.  Longer and thicker, it grew, gaining as much mass as his arm, and becoming just as veiny.  It felt like he was cunning every time it swelled longer and longer till finally the tremendous cock appeared in his view.  Z felt sadness and exhilaration at the thought that he would never fuck a woman again with this monster of a cock.  It would easily rip a woman in half, and still it continued to lengthen and thicken.  The slit in the immense head was now so large that pre flowed out like someone had turned the tap on full blast.

Spasms of growth surged through Z as he began to stroke his colossal prick, loving the feeling of finally having such an immense tool in his hand.  He still felt so much power running through his body that he believed he was never going to stop growing.  His upper torso had already burst through the hole in the ceiling giving a great view of the guest bedroom, and still the muscle mass packed on.

Z was gaining hundreds of pounds a minute in muscle mass.  Suddenly Z bellowed out again as the bones in his head began to expand and reform themselves, keeping his head in proportion with his own body. Grabbing his face as best as he could, the colossus stumbled and took down more of the ceiling with his own body.

When his head was finished growing, it reformed itself with the squarest of chins that was impossible to see under such a thick beard.  Z’s brow-ridge came in a little more distended then it had been, destroying his boyish good looks and replacing them with a sexy Neanderthal appearance.

A surge of growth pushed through the mountain of a man causing Z to pump his cock harder and harder in a state of total self worship.  He willed his body to pack on more size and more muscle mass, and like the drug it was, complied.  Pipe-like veins wove their way around his entire body like wild ivy, feeding him more and more.  Z began to moan loudly as he took in his own manly smell, felt his hairy body, and pumped the freakish organ that was his cock.  If he had a third vial, he would have taken it right then and there.  He never wanted the growth to stop.  His head began to swim as another surge of testosterone forced him several inches talker and several hundred pounds heavier.  The world isn’t going to be ready for me!  When I tear myself out of this house, and I will, they will finally recognise me for what I am!!!  I’ll finally be taken seriously!!  Fuck!!  I’m nearly two stories tall!!!  My cock could destroy a building if I wanted it too!  I’m too much... and I love it!!  This should be my nightmare but it is MY... DREAM... COME... TRUE!!!!!!!!

Z’s cock shot gallons of cum like the fire hose it was.  The ground floor bedroom was entirely destroyed as the human Titan had the most intense orgasm of his life.  A roar, which could have only come from a massive grizzly bear, could be heard for miles around.  The growth surged one last time and then stopped after he had completely coated the room below with his seed.

Sweating, panting, and laughing hysterically Z surveyed his surroundings.  He had grown into the upper bedroom up to his navel.  Assessing from his own point of view, Z estimated that he had to be nearly 15 feet tall and 3 or 4 thousand pounds of pure muscle.  This insight made his cock hard again, and he started to slowly stroke his cock, savouring each sensation.  When he was finished, then he would take down the house around him and show the world what a really daddy ZE was!!

The next morning every news channel, web site, and published newspaper reported on another victim of the bizarre virus that had hit HC.  Strangely, two days later HC had a relapse, which caused him to tower over ZE once again.  Hopefully, the reporters stated, these would be the only two affected by this peculiar occurrence.

Peter chuckled to himself as he shut off the news.  Every channel had coverage of the announcement that ZE would be stating as Batman opposite HC in the new film “Gods of the DC Universe.”

He got up from his desk and walked over to his lab where he was synthesising HGE.  No one knew he was the inventor of this serum, and what had begun as a hobby was now becoming the source of his ultimate revenge.   His scheme was working exactly as he knew it would.  One by one the vain fools were taking the bait, and one by one they would fall.  He couldn’t wait to see who he would be staring opposite next when the foolish “Gods of the DC Universe” met there match.  Soon, when his new formula was ready, he would reveal himself to them and to the world as their rival, the Ultimate Doomsday.

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1 hour ago, Ncgazza said:

he would reveal himself to them and to the world as their rival, the Ultimate Doomsday.

Woao. He is not a good guy after all. This will eb awesome man

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On 1/22/2019 at 7:47 AM, Ro20316 said:

Woao. He is not a good guy after all. This will eb awesome man

I read that to and was like broooo Doomdsday!? This is gonna be good! 

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I finished this episode this morning after my workout, but didn't have a chance to post it until now.  Writing this at the same time as my other story, The Test, was just a way to keep the juices flowing.  Some of the guys I work out with know what I write, and the first Episode of this story simply started with the question of what would you do if you did have a drug that could instantly make you massive.  Of course I knew what I would do... I'd take it!!  It was only natural that a famous star would do the same, so the story was born.  Then I asked myself, if you had two, what would you do?  For me the answer was easy... I'd inject them both!!!  This Episode was proposed by my workout buddy Ian who asked me if I could reprogram my DNA, what would I do.  Well... here is your answer!  Hope you all have fun with it.  I always do.  Too much!!!


And You Wonder… What If

Episode Three


Peter sat before his computer as it began to complete the final DNA simulation.  After four years of nearly impossibly hard work, the moment was practically at hand.  He had finished coding the last of the alterations to his DNA this morning, and now the computer was processing it before it would download the new information into the hundreds of nanobots Peter had blue-toothed into the system.   Peter would then inject them into his own body where they would act like a virus, infiltrating ever cell in his body, completely altering his DNA.  No human trial had been completed, but Peter didn’t care.  He knew what he had created would work, and there was no time for test runs.

How could it not work?  For years he had been working on this, extracting his complete DNA, analyzing it, synthesizing animal DNA, attaching traits to his own, altering and fabricating other traits with a program he wrote himself.  His first trial on a rat had been a remarkable success.  Unfortunately, he had to kill and burn it to keep that beautiful atrocity hidden from the world, but the trial proved it worked.  His prior simulations of select portions of his DNA proved that it would work.  He was unstoppable.

As the simulation completed, a red warning banner began to flash across his screen.  It was warning him not to alter a humans DNA with these changes... the results would be nothing short of monstrous.  Most of the DNA he had written for himself came from late night horny impulses.  Of course a lot came from months of studying the evolutionary patterns of animals, their defence mechanisms, yet most came from any body modification that made him hard while watching a movie or reading one of the many muscle growth and transformation websites he visited.  A trait would catch his fancy, and he would spend weeks programming his own to mimic it. 

Peter’s cock was hard and leaking when he hit ignore, and waited for the 3-D rendering of what his new refined DNA would create.  Once again, the red warning screen flashed before his eyes and his penis shot out a huge wad of pre-cum.  Even the computer refused to reveal his final evolution.  Ignoring what his own program was warning him with a laugh, he quickly typed in the commands for his altered DNA to be downloaded into the army of nanobots.  Sixty minutes more and that would be complete.


When the limo pulled up outside his hotel, LE knew that this was indeed not a hoax.  He had read and watched along with the rest of the world about the strange virus that had infected HC first, and then ZE, causing them to become hyper muscular versions of themselves.  He had seen them on every talk show sporting specially made speedos to cover up their massive endowments, and he lusted after both of them.  In his many hotel rooms, he had spent hours masturbating to the galleries of pictures he had of them on his laptop.  He had met H several times before, but as H’s star rose higher and higher, those times became fewer and far between.

L didn’t even think he was on H’s radar till his agent got in touch with him.  Apparently, HC was interested in L for a role in his new film, God’s of the DC Universe.  

L’s agent told him that he had heard through the grapevine that what had happened to HC and ZE was not due to a virus, but was self-induced from using an experimental growth hormone.  This had lead to the creation of the new God’s film, the most anticipated film of the decade.  L told his agent that he would do anything to get in that film.  His reply was:  you just might have to.

The limo dropped him off at the front door of the newly built immense mansion.  The whole building made L feel so tiny when he compared himself to the giant sized fittings on the house as well as the supersized door.  It had to be nearly 20 feet tall!!!

L couldn’t reach the doorbell, yet before he was reduced to knocking, a regular sized butler answered opened it.  Barely saying two words to L, he escorted him into a massive ballroom.  He was surprised to see he wasn’t alone.  TH was here along with JD, and MF.  The only American was BC.  Each man looked over at him as he entered the room, but no one spoke a word.  The one consensus in the room was that if the rumours were true, their lives changed today.


With the download finally completed, Peter carefully placed the Petrie dish on the table and proceeded to pour 20cc’s of Saline solution and 10 cc’s of glucose into it.  Once that was finished, he took a large syringe and extracted the entire mixture.  He walked over to the computer again and insured that all of the nanobots were still online, and continuing to carry the information that would be passed on to his cells.

Peter took off his shirt and grabbed a pair of latex gloves, a belt and an alcohol swab.  He wrapped the leather belt around his bicep, and pulled tight until his vein popped up.  Holding the belt in his teeth, he put on the rubber gloves and proceeded to clean the area with the alcohol.  Filled with both nerves and excitement, he picked up the syringe.  

Is this really what I want, he thought?  Always a gym enthusiast, he had pushed his body to the max to become the best he could be.  Now science would take him to the ultimate level.  Refusing to deny himself a future in which he finally was “King of the Universe,” Peter pierced the vein and proceeded to inject the fluid into his body.


From his viewpoint, it appeared to MF that both HC and ZE took up more then half of the room.  Both men were naked, preferring not to hide their Godly bodies behind even one stitch of clothing.  Both of their bodies, packed with muscle, flexed uncontrollably when they made even the tiniest movement.  M tried to control himself as he began getting hard just from being in their presence.  It also didn’t help that both exuded such strong pheromones that it was nearly impossible, no matter how straight you were, not to spring wood in their presence.

After a fight which had destroyed half an acre behind HC’s new estate, and after H had fucked Z into submission, they had reached a truce.  They both agreed that they wouldn’t take anymore of the formula themselves, but H was definitely the leader of the endeavour.  Together, with a lot of push from H, they had chosen the four men that they wished to join them, and neither could wait for the fuckfesf that was goin to take place tonight.  Since no human could possibly satisfy them, it made sense they simply keep it in the family.  It really wasn’t about sex anymore; it was all about muscle.

HC began to speak.  His voice, so deep, so masculine, and so powerful filled the room.

  • - Today, a new world order begins.  You have each been hand picked by myself to join me as we take on the mantle of Godhood.  Never before has the world seen the likes of us, and we will show them what a true star is.  If you make the choice to join us, Just like ZE and myself before him, you will be given a vial of HGE.  This vial will be your passport into immortality.  BC, step forward.  Do you wish to join The Gods of the DC Universe as Hal Jordan, The Green Lantern?
  • - I do.

An average sized butler walked over to B and handed him a silver box.  B opened it, and inside the satin lined box was a syringe already filled with @@@@@.

  • - MF.  Do you wish to join the God’s of the DC Universe as The Flash?
  • - I do.
  • - JD.  Do you wish to join the God’s as The Green Arrow?
  • - Yes.  I do.
  • - TH.  Every hero needs a villain.  Will you join us as the true Bane you always should have been?
  • - Yes... I will.
  • - Last but certainly not least, L, step forward and join your new brothers.  Will you join us as Shazam, take your place with the God’s?

LE stammers for a moment, the knowledge that this decision was perhaps the most important decision he would ever make passed through him.

  • - L?
  • - Yes.  Of course I will join you.  It will be an honour.

The butler approached L and handed him the last silver case. 

Three more butlers appear out of the shadows, each pairing up with one of the men.  HC moves closer and stands before them, his shadow engulfing them all.

  • - This world changes today with us.  Not only will we be creating the largest film ever made, we will be the most massive stars in this universe.  Now, in preparation, please remove your clothes.

Both H and Z were hard as they watched each man be injected by the butlers.  The feeling of pure power hit all four men quickly, each one letting out moans and groans from deep down in their souls.  and then be thrown into the first fit of transformation.  HC and ZE were just as excited watching these candidates as they had been when they themselves went through the process. 

It sounded like an orgy was happening in the hall as the men were thrown into the first fit of transformation, the moans were so loud and constant.  H started leaking when he looked over and saw TH’s pecs starting to grow.  MF’s already large penis began to swell uncontrollably.  Thicker and longer it grew, new pipeline veins covering the entire thing to freed it. 

Minutes after the formula went into effect, B’s testicles had begun to grow and pulse, sending out massive wave after massive wave of testosterone.  Such a sensation had him moaning in a pitch that grew lower and lower as his balls got bigger.  Soon every available space on his chest had a hair follicle sprouting out of it.  This travelled over his body, densely filling in his pubic hair, traveling down his legs, over his arms, and onto his face.  Already sporting a beard, it proceeded to get darker, longer, and thicker, growing to compliment the thick pelt of hair growing on his chest.  HC thought to himself that he had never seen body hair growing in so thick and so masculinity.  Lifting his arms to scratch his face, H could see B’s armpits were also filled with thick dark brown hair, growing longer and fuller by the second.

LE was the only one who screamed out in pleasure and pain as his entire body began to grow.  Having stood only 6-foot moments before, his entire body was stretching taller.  The bones of his feet and hands continually broke and refused themselves, only to have the bones break again.  HC was grateful to the high ceilings that even he could walk comfortably under, yet he was confident that none of the men would ever reach his height of 18 feet, though LE’s body was sure trying.

These 4 men had been the best choices, and would undoubtedly be able to satisfy his supersized libido.


An hour passed and then a second.  With each of the animals tested, the transformation had usually begun after thirty minutes.  Of course, the DNA injected into them had not been as complex as what he himself had introduced into his own body, but some signs that it was working should have shown themselves.  Peter looked at the computer and confirmed that all but ten of the nanobots were online and in theory should be altering his DNA.  Why was there no change???

Peter walked over to his mirror to take a look at his naked body and see if he was missing anything, but the image he saw reflected back was the same that he saw everyday: short black hair, blue eyes, hairless torso, and the tight muscular body of a gymnast.  His looks alone should have propelled him to stardom, but that wasn’t meant to be.

Peter has always been the most intelligent person he knew, and the most talented.  At University, he had studied biology and chemistry, but that had only been to appease his parents.  His true passion was acting.  He continued his studies in biological chemistry into both grad school and then a PhD at the insistence and threat of financial ruin from his father.  Once his parents died... both at the same time... quite unexpected... Peter was free to sign on with an agent and begin auditioning for theatre and films.

He had been excited to be an extra in television shows like The Tudors where he had first met HC, but with only extra work coming his way, the excitement soon passed.  He continued auditioning, but never got anywhere.  After several years, his agent dropped him.  That’s when he went for his Personal Training certificate and began working with the stars, getting them in shape for film roles.

At first, he loved simply being close to the motion picture industry and all of its players.  Lots of producers and director promised him roles, especially if he let them fuck him, but none ever delivered.  No one ever gave him the break he deserved.  He began to get bitter... his souls began to grow dark.

All the male stars he trained, he despised while smiling to their faces.  He had helped them achieve their goals, and once they reached them, he was left behind.  Sure, they would call him when they needed to bulk up, slim down, or whatever type body they needed for a role, but it was a thankless job.

Always a fan of comic books, he had the idea of perfecting the human body through altering DNA, but in order to work on that type of a project, he needed money... more money then his PT gigs provided him.  That was when he developed the first version of HGE.  For a genius like Peter, and there is no denying he was a genius, it was quite easy.  His first trial run only resulted in the deaths of four athletes before the fifth was judged a success.  He began to peddle it to low-level wrestlers, always acting as intermediary and not inventor.  It was important that they always thought there was a limited supply.  That way he could charge whatever he wanted; the law of supply and demand.  HJ was the first star he ever had inject it, and after that the money kept rolling in.  Now he was free to work on his own project that was strictly all for him.  When that proved within his grasp, HC set the wheels in motion with his phone call.  

Bringing him a version 50x stronger then any before, he knew what HC would become.  Of course, he hadn’t been positive it wouldn’t kill him or leave him totally immobile, but it had worked exactly as planned.  Peter wanted to raise him up so high and see him fall.  He would never forget how HC had treated him on the Tutor’s set; like dirt... and he never forgot.

Now HC was developing his own Justice League with exactly the men he had suspected he would.  ZE was a wild card, and destroying him would just be for fun.  When he gave Z the two vials he had hoped there would be a fight between the two, but HC was too much of a gentleman and just injected himself with more so he’d be bigger.

Now all of the “God’s of the DC Universe” were going to have it all and he’d have nothing!!  It wouldn’t do to simply take his own formula and kick their ass.  No, he would destroy them and then take everything he wanted from the word.   Nothing would stop him.

What the hell could have gone wrong???  With all of his years of anger behind him, he lifted his desk chair and slammed it down onto the super computer.  Repeatedly he kept bashing the hardware until it was little more then glass, wires, and plastic.  Still in a rage Peter began to destroy everything in his office: ripping pictures from the walls, flipping over furniture, lifting and throwing the small refrigerator he kept samples in, and punching massive holes in the wall.  Exhausted, panting, and trying to catch his breath, he threw himself onto the desk, his arms to either side of him and his head down.  As he tried to regain control, a small drop of saliva fell and hit the wooden desk.  A moment later, the slight smell of burning reached his nose.  Opening his eyes, Peter saw that where the drop had fallen, a small hole had been eaten through the desk.  Standing up, Peter gathered more saliva in his mouth and spit it on the desk.  Like before, the acid-like saliva began to quickly eat through the desk.  Peter heart beat faster, and he smiled.  Quickly he held out his hand and spit on himself.  Nothing!!!!  He then rubbed the remaining saliva on the desk and watched as it began to eat away at the surface.

Yes!!!!  The acid he was forming had no effect on him, but it did on everything else.  His grin grew bigger and his cock grew harder.  It was working!!!!


The mutation started slowly, but now Peter watched in agony as his hands grew longer and thicker, muscles filling out every square inch.  Each finger was nearly four times the size they originally had been, and were still growing.  Thicker and thicker his hands and fingers grew, transforming more into powerful claws then hands.  Each nail on his hand was also growing longer and sharper.  The DNA Peter had altered for his nails would enable then be sharp as razors and hard as diamonds by the time they were fully-grown.  With on flick of his hand, Peter would be able to rip open anyone that got in his way.

Gagging, Peter propped himself over the sink in his bathroom and spit out another tooth.  New sharp fangs were developing and pushing his human teeth out.  Lying in a puddle of blood in the sink was nearly every one of his human teeth; only a few were remaining in his mouth.  He had begun to panic when the first few fell out, but now he took it in stride, not understanding why anyone would want those dull things in their mouth rather then the sharp daggers he was sporting.

As Peter felt another tooth pull loose from his gums and spit it into the bowl, the right side of the sink fell apart, shattering onto the floor, completely eaten through from blood mixed with his highly acidic saliva.  Peters tongue was also swelling thicker in his mouth, which caused him to retch.  Opening his mouth wide, he observed with glee that soon there wouldn’t be enough room for this massive tongue and the several rows of elongated fangs.

Severe pain travelled up and down his arms as they proceeded to lengthen.  Holding his hands up to gaze upon their beauty, he noticed his nails were even longer and sharper then ever.  The transformation was going slower then expected and was some of the worst pain he had ever felt, but in the end it would all be worth it.  The computer simulation refused to show him what he would become, so the end product was still a complete mystery, but what he knew was that he had altered his DNA so much that not an inch of Peter would remain.  He would be completely reborn!!!!  With another retch, Peters tongue grew longer and fatter, forcing its way out of his mouth, the saliva dripping off of it obliterating everything it touched.

Peter’s backbone swiftly snapped in several places, sending him practically to the floor.  The fourth break propelled him onto his hands and knees.  Crying out, Peter’s back began to stretch longer and longer.  The pain was excruciating as he felt it snap again in two separate areas near his pelvis.  This is it, he thought.  This is truly the beginning to all I’ve ever dreamed about!!

Still in pain but needing to observe all that was happening, Peter staggered to his feet.  He grinned as he realised he was nearly two feet taller.  His back had also begun to add more and more muscle mass to it.  Moving awkwardly toward the mirror again, it was obvious now that the muscles in his back, shoulders, and neck were steadily growing.

With unbridled joy, Peter cracked his neck and watched as the muscles got more and more dense.  Do it, he willed his body!!!!  Make me mighty!!  Within minutes, his neck was a thick pillar of muscle rivalling his own quad for size.  Each time it packed on too much and he worried he would be strangled by his own muscle, his neck and backbone would snap and he would grow taller.  Soon his traps were growing larger along with his neck muscles, which began to prevent him from moving his head.  Peter welcomed the pain along with the growth.  There would never be enough muscle mass on his body.  He would always want more. 

At more then three feet long, Peter’s hands no longer resembled the human ones he started the day with.  His hands were now massive talon like claws, thick and filled with muscle.  Peter grinned, his teeth coming in even longer and sharper, his tongue finally too long and thick to remain in his mouth

As the muscle travelled up his firearms from his hands, thickening them until they were he size of fire hydrants, Peter’s arms began to lengthen as well.  This caused an animalistic scream to rise up from him echoing throughout the entire house.  Longer and longer they grew till his immense hands were resting wholly on the floor.  

As he continued to evolve, a sense of pure power began to grow within him.  I’ve hardly begun to change, he thought.  He had coded the DNA of his new body to pack on thousands upon thousands of pounds of muscle onto his soon to be mighty frame.  As if sensing Peter had been lusting after more muscle, his biceps and triceps began to stretch and thicken.  They both grew so immense so rapidly that he had trouble simply holding up his own arms due to the immense weight of his muscles.  In lust at the size of his own arms, Peter opened his mouth and allowed his massive tongue to slither out and begin licking and worshiping them.  In ecstasy, he flexed, and revelled in the fact that it looked as if he had miraculously formed two biceps since the inner and outer heads were so well formed.  Lifting his freakishly huge arms above his head the best he could, Peter slammed them down onto the floor, easily splintering the wood.

I’m still only a baby, barely formed, Peter thought, savouring the pain that was racking his body.  Underneath his skin, his bones were undergoing a transformation of their own.  They were becoming thicker and denser, creating a foundation to hold the unimaginable mass of muscle that would soon be piling on them.  His new DNA gave the command for his bones to be stronger then steel, and that was exactly what they were doing.

Peter roared again as his mandible snapped and began to stretch, become more square looking.  His upper jaw joined in, as his mouth grew even larger and more pronounced, creating more room for the 60 sharp fangs to grow.  His entire face was changing, becoming fiercer, stronger, and more animal like.  His mouth pushed out further as his eye sockets went deeper.  The bones and cartilage of his nose broke over and over again sending blood pouring down his face.  His nostrils widened and grew larger as-his snout presses closer to his face.  A growl of pure ecstasy at all he was becoming pushed up from Peter’s diaphragm as he felt his own evolution moving quickly out of control.  With an unearthly screech, Peter embraced all of the power being heaped upon him from his own brilliance.

One second Peter was lustfully admiring his newly altered face in the mirror, and the next his image began to grow fuzzy as he had more difficulty seeing.  Throbbing agony shot through his head as he was unexpectedly blinded.  Terror set in as he began to stagger around the room, his redwood like arms destroying everything in their path.

A few minutes later, where once there had been blue eyes, fire red eyes glowed from their sockets.  Peter’s sight now went beyond the human spectrum.  He could see effortlessly at night as he could in the day.  He could also see heat patterns, infrared, ultraviolet, and x-ray.  For a few moments, such sensory overload was too much for Peter’s brain to comprehend, so all he saw was a combination of everything at once.  Slowly as his brain grew stronger and more capable of adjusting from one visual plane to another, images came into view as he willed it.  One moment he was seeing through the wall of his home, the next he was able to observe cum left on his sheets from weeks before, even after several washings.

                        - Fuck yeah!!

Peter’s voice no longer sounded like his own.  He spoke out again to comprehend what he heard.

                       - Look at me!!!!!  Look at what I’m becoming!!!

His voice was coming out a low grumble and becoming more and more gravely as his vocal chords stretched, thickened, and elongated.  With his new mouth, teeth and tongue, Peter found it more difficult to annunciate as he had before, but that didn’t matter to him.  With his form, no one would be interested in hearing him talk.  Opening his mouth, he found that his vocal chords were becoming perfect for the massive roars he produced. 

                       - I’m becoming fucking perfection!!!

What Peter judged to be perfection and what the human race perceived it as would prove to be two different things.  In his eyes he was becoming the perfect specimen, but to the world he was slowly transforming into what could only be described, and rightly so, as a monstrosity.

As Peter was coming to terms with his new eyesight, he had continued growing taller, finally hitting his head on the ceiling.  Just knowing his ceilings were 10 feet tall caused Peter’s penis to get hard.  He had only been 5’10” before, and now he was practically double that.  He knew he would soon need to go outside to finish growing, but he wasn’t prepared yet to introduce himself to the world.

Just as his arms and neck had grown beyond the human realm of size, his pecs and lats joined in.  A feeling of erotic power flowed through him as his already meaty pecs grew larger and more full.  The muscle piling onto his chest felt like someone was melding immense plates of weights onto his chest, but this was all him.  With his hands, he massaged his chest, toying his nipples with his long nails.  His tongue curled out of his mouth and proceeded to lick one nipple and then the other with ease.  

His pecs, both fighting for more room on his chest created a crevice a foot deep, and still they grew… the crevice quickly growing to two feet deep…and then three.  His shoulders joined his arms and pecs building muscle upon muscle.  His collarbone began to repurpose itself longer and longer enabling him to heap on more muscles and to blow up even bigger.  

Not to be outdone by his pecs, Peters lats began to develop beyond all human comprehension.  Such muscles growing so large forced him to have a slightly hunched over look, but were desperately needed to easily lift his arms that now rivalled redwoods.  Even at his current height, his hands still dragged on the floor due to their immensity.  Lifting one of his arms, Peter smacked it into the wall.  With pure hysteria, he watched as this one simple movement forced the entire wall and part of the ceiling to fall apart around him.

In happiness, Peter roared again, his vocal chords still transforming, creating the sound one might associate with a dinosaur mixed with a lion.  It was a sound to invoke pure terror and it was only in its infancy.

Peter’s trap muscles were experiencing the largest transformation.  Rising up from his shoulder, the newly altered muscle crawled further up his neck till it was attached right behind his ears.  This, along with his super wide lats, caused a cobra like appearance to his head, and it was nearly impossible to see where his neck ended and his head began.

The muscles of his face proceeded to become thicker and stronger as well, deepening his eye sockets further, distending his brow ridge, and creating a strong muscular chin.  Peter closed his eyes as a wave of pain came from the junctions of his mouth.  In both corners of his mouth, his lateral areas were ripping further and further toward his cheeks giving him the ability to open his mouth wider and wider.  His teeth were still growing in longer and more jagged with two other rows of smaller sharp teeth behind the front.  He stretched his mouth open as wide as it could go and felt the skin, muscle, and tendons rip even further, yet heal moments later.  With little effort, Peter delighted in he knowledge that he could now unhinge his jaw to open it up even wider.  I can fit an entire human head in my mouth, he thought, his tongue enthusiastically licking his lips.  Nothing will ever stop me again, he thought as his head crashed into what remained of the ceiling.  He laughed hysterically as he realized that he was still so small compared to what he had programmed his DNA to make him.

Hours had passed since Peter’s altered DNA began to mutate his entire body, and he could feel it getting more and more extreme.  Constantly he yearned for more.  He wanted to be bigger, mightier, and invoke more fear.  While programming and altering his own strands of DNA for all of those years, his imagination had run wild fuelled by the many movies, books, and graphic novels he read.  He had programmed mostly at night, and mostly when he was extremely horny for power and influence, hence the creature he was now becoming.

Veins the size of garden hoses began to appear all over his body in order to properly feed his musculature.  Just as his arms had exploded with pure unimaginable size, so now did his legs.  His quads, which originally had a tight build to them, began to swell as if some God was pumping them full of concrete.  Peter had to adjust his stance several times before his pelvis cracked in four places, and as it healed, enabled more room for the insane growth he had demanded.

When he was typing in the code to alter his DNA, it was his legs the programme had first issued a warning on.  Peter had originally programmed the warning to go off only when he was requiring the alteration to go beyond what might be physically possible, and originally there was no override.  In time, as his lust for what he yearned to be overwhelmed his own judgement, he had reprogrammed an escape to get around this and forced the best physical impossibilities to enter his DNA chain.  In creating his new form, he wanted nearly all physical impossibilities.  Now his DNA was trying to pack on thousands of pounds of muscle onto each leg.  To make this a possibility, his pelvis broke again, his hip joints dislocated and pushed further to the side so that his mighty legs now emerged from either side of his massively growing abs, giving him a protruding bow legged walk

Peter’s feet also began to thicken and broaden.  He watched in fascination as his toes grew further and further apart, stretching extremely long and thick.  His big toe was soon an extension on the side of each foot.  A webbing of muscle grew between each toe, as sharp nails burst out of the ends of them.  His feet transformed away from useless human extremities into large fleshy platforms to promote more muscle mass on his legs. Peter cried out in pain as a thick bone pushed its way out of the heal of both feet.  Like a mass of gel, nerve endings and muscle inched down and proceeded to cover the new digit.  Veins and skin completed the formation of a sixth toe on the back of each foot, the optimal position for balance.  The birth of this new extremity was complete when a nail grew out from the nail bed of this new toe, long and sharp as his brothers. The pads of his hands and feet also began to mutate as a bristle like substance began to form.  Like the lizards he got the idea from, this would allow him to adhere to any surface.

As his feet grew, so did Peters calves, mutating into mound upon mound of muscle.  His quads grew so large they finally grew over his kneecap, causing Peter to take a permanent bent knee posture.

Peter had injected himself with the nanobots at 7 pm, and now it was nearing 2:30 in the morning.  His body was an out of control locomotive of change, hurling toward its final destination.  Peter longed to see what he was becoming, but no mirror in his house was big enough or still intact to show him his mighty image.  All he could do was experience his body through his hands and lust after all that he was being endowed with.

As he stalked around the house destroying everything in his path, his torso kept growing longer and longer while his abs experienced what felt like a nuclear explosion as one by one massive blocks of muscle erupted on his lower torso.  Rubbing his stomach Peter laughed at the thought that someone could grate diamonds on his abs as one would grate cheese, they were so shredded with muscles.  Larger and more pronounced, his abs continued to grow, eclipsing Peters original 6 pack with a mighty 12 pack of insane proportions.

Peter began to pant as he moved around what was becoming his prison.  Soon he would have no choice but to burst out of it or let it completely fall down around him.  That thought caused a rumble of laughter to emerge from his mouth.  As he paced, his testicles began shift and push up into his body, resting in a brand new cavity created just for them.  In this hollow behind his abs, surrounded by a new webbing of indestructible bone, his testicles began to grow, sending volcanic eruptions of mutated testosterone into his system.  This not only caused his entire body to surge with utterly impossible growth, but began to alter his skin as well.

Peter’s entire body began to itch, as his skin grew darker and thicker.  Over every inch of his body, his skin started to form an impenetrable force field that no bullet, no knife, or any other means of destruction could penetrate.  Thicker and thicker his skin became until it finally erupted into massive scales that started covering his entire body.  The scales erupted on his face pushing his hair to fall out in clumps.  His newly thickened face took on a more menacing look as the scales covered his brow ridge forcing his growing red eyes to sink even deeper, and pressed them further toward the side of his head.  His snout proceeded to be thrust out even further and wider as any resemblance to a human nose disappeared.   The scales continued to grow over his ears, covering them up entirely until they were completely gone, with only small ear holes remaining.  Even his lips were now covered in impenetrable scales.  His entire body was now mightier then any tank ever created.  Wanting to test himself, Peter tried to slash his arm with his razor sharp talons.  Harder and deeper he tore at his arm, but although he could feel the pressure placed on his skin, not one indentation was made.

The scales didn’t hide his musculature, in fact it only seemed to heighten it… accentuating ever peak, crevice, and ridge.  Thick scales formed over his immense abs, and flowed down to his crotch, detaching any pubic hair Peter had once had, and completely covering is penis until he looked entirely sexless.  

From inside their impenetrable webbing, Peter’s massive testicles sent out another wave of mutated testosterone.  From a slit in his newly rebuilt pelvis, Peter found he was able to slither out at will his newly growing penis.  His altered DNA had also drastically improved the make-up of Peter’s cock as it was no longer made of tissue, but completely of muscle.

Growing immense to rival his own mighty body, his muscular scale covered penis curved thicker and higher.  From under the scales, plump veins were visibly feeding the newly born beast.  The head of his cock flared out so thick and so wide that it would be virtually impossible for any but the largest creatures on Earth to take it.  This didn’t matter to Peter in the slightest.  When he was designing his giant phallus, practicality and reproduction was never accounted for.  When Peter decided to extract his penis from within his body, the world would see how virile and unstoppable this monster truly was.  

Hornier then he had ever been in his life, he began to flex his massive cock, watching it fill even more with blood.

  • - Yes!!! 

Peter growled, his voice deeper and more thunderous then ever before.  This was the first time he ever admitted to himself what he had created... what he was becoming.  He was a monster.  He would be the image of nightmares, of power, and sexual lust to those who understood why he needed the body he had created.

  • - I feel more alive then I ever have!!!

His voice came out even deeper and louder then seconds before, and simply speaking made the walls shake from its power.

Revelling in the fact that his body had begun to overtake the second floor, Peter suddenly found himself bent over as mounting pain emerged from his backbone and pelvis.  Shockwaves of anguish mixed with pressure was pressing on the back of his pelvis forcing him to bend slightly over.  Through all of his evolution, there had never been pain like what he was feeling now.  His whole body reeled with it, and just when he thought he couldn’t take it a moment longer, his tailbone pushed out of the scaly area above his ass.

Blood shot onto the walls as the bony appendage grew longer and thicker, tearing the flesh around it.  All Peter could do was cry out as the pressure and pain intensified with this new growth.  

Forced into a crouching position onto the floor, the bone continued to grow vertebrae after vertebrae, finally reaching the floor, but proceeding get longer.  As the vertebrae continued to reproduce from both his backbone and pelvis, nerve endings began to snake their way out of his torso and wrap around the bony mass.  Exposed to the air, the nerve endings caused further anguish and Peter feared he would go insane from such torture.  He moved slightly, and the bones slammed against the wall knocking a hole in it.

Following the nerve endings, muscle and flesh began to flow onto and cover the constantly growing appendage.  When he could finally manoeuvre himself to look at what was growing behind him, he grinned and drooled at the sight of his growing tail.  It was nearly the measurement of half his body, and still lengthening.  Remembering the month it had taken to programme the DNA that would create such a new organ, he could only chuckle at how thick and long it was going to become.  It would rival his own height, and that was going to be immense.

While trying to deal with the pain that was coming from the growth of his tail, Peter had to also deal with the agony of further eruptions from his body.  Blood was splattered over the remaining walls as massive horns began to push out from his elbows and knees.  Peter had forgotten all about programming this aspect of his DNA, so when it began, it was a delightful surprise.

The horns pushed their way out of his four joints, thick and sharp.  Inch by inch they grew, for use as both adornment and weapons.  Moving up and down his arms, horns began erupting every three to four inches, curving and inching up higher till there were seven on each appendage.

Not to be showed up by the beauty now adorning his arms, massively thick horns emerged from his shoulders.  Each time a new horn emerged, Peter would howl out in both agony and ecstasy. 

Starting at the nape of his neck, further protrusions of bony spikes began to make their way down his back.  Once again, he was forced to the floor as he dealt with all of the changes happening at once.  All that he had gone through might have made a weaker man go insane, but what he saw as pure evolution only made Peter stronger.

Whipping his still growing tail around, he could see the horns continued to travel down that as well.  Still learning how to control the mighty tail he now possessed, he curled it around him so he could watch as four horns grew mightily out of the end.  Unlike the rest of the horns, venom leaked from tiny pores, his newly improved testicles also producing a deadly toxin for whoever got in his way.

Peter curled his massive claws into fists as he watched further bony protrusions burst from the knuckles of each hand.  His tongue, now repulsive huge, freely dripped acid onto the floor as he lustfully watched his body mutate more and more.

From his brow ridge, further small horns pushed their way out and traveled across his forehead.  A roar filled the entire house as a final more massive horn erupted from the centre of his cranium.  Resembling the largest of bull-horns, this completed the look Peter had been going for, a face to display the terror he wanted to provoke.

As his entire body grew in height, his torso extended longer, his newly formed horns grew sharper, his tail continued to erupt in size, and his muscles became more and more eminence, Peter became even angrier that it had taken so long to become the creature he now was.  For so many years, he had lived in that pitiful body, so weak and helpless.  Now that he saw himself taking over nearly the entirety of two floors, he knew that today was the day his whole existence had lead to.  The world will worship me, he thought.  They will kneel down at my feet and pray to their new God!!!

The final act of his metamorphosis began as Peter roared over and over again, awaiting his final brilliance.  His lats swelled up further with hundreds of more pounds of muscle.  From his backbone and ribs, new musculature and bones were beginning to form under the surface.  In another shower of blood, bony appendages burst from either side of his backbone.  This was followed by eight more eruptions of bony appendages as they travelled along his lats.  As the grew, they began to weave together in a dance of total transformation.  Nerve endings, muscle, and scaly skin began to grow up from his lats, and cover the bones, getting wider and wider until they began to resemble the horrendous wings that they were.

The coding of these appendages had been the hardest to write, and his program had refused to show him the results, but from what he could feel, Peter knew that when they were complete, they would be magnificent.

Nearing the ceiling of his two-story home, Peter could no longer take being confined as he was.  Moving toward the wall that bordered his backyard, he swung his tail and watched with delight as the entire wall completely fell apart around him.  Forcing his way through the rubble, Peter moved into the cool night air.  Living on the side of the hill away from others had been perfect for the work he needed to do in solitude, and now provided the perfect area for him to complete his transformation undisturbed.  Stretching his still growing body to its full height, Peter took stock of what he had become.

Standing nearly thirty feet tall and more then ten tons of unbridled muscle, Peter was now a creature one only had envisioned in novels and nightmares.  His tail was nearly 40 feet long, and as wide as he was.

 Carrying this massive body, his legs were nothing short of monuments, each larger then one could imagine.  Although he could easily stand on his hind legs, his torso had grown so long that he found it even more comfortable to stand on four limbs with his immense arms resting on the ground.  As he walked around this way, it became to feel more and more natural, and he wondered how he ever could have only walked on two legs before.

Breathing in the air around him, Peter discovered that his sense of smell was also heightened.  Taking in one breath, he could smell things miles away and from weeks past.  Every scent told him a story now, and with his sight as amplified as it was, he was proving to be the perfection he always dreamed he would be.

Peter grinned and licked his lips.  In the forest, he could smell deer and wolves and cougars, all ready to be devoured by his immense mouth.  He could even smell humans, delicious smelling humans, and knew he could now open his jaw and take one in whole.  That thought delighted Peter to no end and knew he would be tasting one before sunrise.

  • - Welcome your new God, world.

When he spoke, Peter discovered that the words refused to come out.  All that he could vocalize wer grunts, shrieks, and roars.  It was as if his vocal cords no longer had the ability to form words.  Attempting to speak again, all that was emitted between his lips was a low level growl.  With this, Peter realised that his vocal chords had mutated so far that he had completely lost the power of speech!

Trying once again to communicate, Peter found himself connecting with a new evolution that had taken the place of his human vocal chords.  With a mighty roar, a blaze of fire 15 feet long emerged from the horrendous mouth.

Yes, he thought!!!  Now I truly am the stuff of legends.  Who needs to speak when I now can simply take all that I want!!!!  

Peter flexed his back, and his 60 foot wings opened up in their full glory, knocking over and destroying trees as he did. 

Walking on all fours, his tail dragging behind him, Peter turned his immense body around to face his house, Peter roared and set it ablaze.  Watching it burn to the ground, Peter let go of his past and his humanity.  He fully embraced the creature he had become.  No longer did he think if himself as Peter the human.  He was now Peter the monster, Peter the fearsome beast, Peter the God!!!  Roaring and erupting the forest before him into flames, Peter couldn’t help but laugh at how far he had come in one night.  This world will quake at the sight of me.  My body is impenetrable, my brain is that of a genius, and my power is unstoppable.  Bathing in the fire all around him, Peter lifted his mammoth head to the night sky, and as if born to it, took off into it. 

As he flew higher and faster, Peter found the smell he was searching for.  He could smell all six of them, their pheromones filling the night sky.  His eyesight fixated on the path of the scent, and took him closer to what he desired.  It was no longer revenge… it was dinner.  Peter roared and his mighty flew faster.

Inside of the massive creature, each of the thousand of nanobots took up residency within his brain, clinging to every part of his cerebrum.  Peter had programmed the nanobots to self destruct once every piece of DNA was rewritten, but this didn’t happen.  Like every madscientest, there was always one mistake that happened, but unfortunately for the rest of the world, the nanobots were constantly at the ready to evolve its host further and further.  They never wanted to stop.  Like their host wanted, their goal was to make Peter perfect in any way he saw fit.  Without Peter knowing it, he was continuing to mutate, continuing to grow, and continuing to become the monster he wanted to be.  With the nanobots at his subconscious command, nothing could stop him from possessing the world.

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